Carla

A/N: Hey! I wrote this after I saw an episode of NUMB3RS. I'm new to the series, so take it easy. I've only watched 5 episodes. I'm working on how to watch more, and I'll watch the ones on CBS when I have time. Anywho, I need 1-3 daring souls to help me. If you want to be in this FF, I need:

Your Name (Made-up):

A quickie description (hair, eyes, anything):

Where your parent works (CIA, FBI, CalSci, LAPD, etc.):

And a major attribute (Smart, pretty, strong, etc.):

If you make a guy character, you are most likely in! I need 4. So if you make two, you have a much better chance.

My name is Carla. I'm 13-years-old. I have green eyes, and dark brown hair. This is the story of how I became a member of the LAPD, the godchild of Charlie Eppes, and how I got smart.

It all started about 6 months ago. I was on a plane to LA, for I don't know how long. My dad was an astronaut, and my mom was a full time surgeon, so I had no one to take care of me. That's where Aunt Amita came in. My parents paid her 10,000 to take care of me. Aunt Amita lived in California, while I lived in New York.

On the way there, I couldn't stop sulking. I didn't want to go, and I could've taken care of myself. My mom didn't think so, so now I'm sitting on a plane to a place where I would be spending at least a year. Little did I know, I'd love LA and live there forever.

When I got off the plane, I grabbed my luggage and ran out the door. I hailed a taxi, got in, and dialed Amita's cell phone.

"Could you hold on a sec?" I said to the Taxi driver. I went back to my cell. (Bold means on the other line, Italics are Carla's thoughts)

Hello? A man's voice?

"Hi, can I speak to Amita? This is Carla."

She's busy at the moment, can I help you?

"Yeah. Amita forgot to tell me her address, can you tell me?"

Yes I can. She lives at 2901 W. Dorchester St.

"Thanks. And who might I be thanking?"

My name is Charlie. Charlie Eppes.

"Thank you Charlie."

I hung up my Blackberry Razor, and told the taxi driver where to go, "2901 W. Dorchester St."

I arrived at a small white house, and dropped off my stuff. A young adult walked by with a messengerbag that said: CalSci. The door was locked, so I tried the back door. Nada. CalSci, CalSci, that sounds familiar. Wait, isn't that where Aunt Amita works? Yeah.

I went back to the front yard, and the taxi was still there. Finally, some good luck. I got in and said, "CalSci please." I started down the road to the California Institute of Science. What time is it? 4:30? Yeah, that's sounds right. I wonder if College gets out at 2:40, like normal school? Probably not. It probably goes till 6. That would make sense. That way, after the last class, you could eat dinner. Hmm… I got out of the taxi, paid the driver, and started looking. There are so many people. All the students are pretty tall. How am I ever going to find her? Wait… I could try the sensible way.

I found the administrative offices, at last. Out in front, they had a sign with all the teachers last names, classroom numbers, and subject. Hold on a sec… I don't even know my own aunts last name! She is on my Mom's side. Maybe something can help me here…No, No, No, No, No, No, No, Wait! The lines to which she had her finger on read:

Professor Eppes ………………… Rm. 316 …………………Mathematics

Is that the guy I talked to on the phone? That seems like my best bet. Besides, if it is the guy, maybe he can tell me where Aunt Amita's classroom is. I mean, if he knows her address, he might know her classroom.

"Excuse me, can you tell me where to find Professor Eppes classroom?" I asked a student.

"Oh sure. I'll show you," she lead me to one of the college buildings marked Mathematics, "Now, go to the 3rd floor and walk down the hallways until you see his name on one of the doors. Kay?"

"Thanks."

I walked though the twisting hallways until I found it. I entered and saw a tall, curly-haired man writing vigorously on a chalkboard. He didn't seem to notice I had walked in. "Hello?" I said quietly. I walked up closer to the chalkboards and saw that he was writing equations and expressions. "Ah-hem," I coughed. No answer. I mustered up some courage and tapped him on the shoulder.

"WHAT?" he half-yelled. He scared me so bad, I nearly jumped onto one of the large tables behind me, "Oh, sorry. Uh…" he said apologizing, "I didn't… who are you?"

"My name is Carla, the one you talked to on the phone. I had some trouble finding my Aunts classroom, and I recognized your name and…" I rambled.

"And you were hoping I could help you find it," he said finishing my sentence, "Well, I can show you where Amita is right now. I believe she's in the Quad. Wait…Amita's your…Aunt?"

"Yes. Amita is my Mom's sister, and I don't know my mom's maiden name," I shrugged.

A/N: Soooo? Whaddya think? This is my 1st NUMB3RS ff, so I need some help with it. If there is anything I've missed, tell me. And please review!