Deadly Numb3rs
Author: Mistress Sara
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Numb3rs belongs to other people and sadly David Krumholtz doesn't belong to me either. Enjoy the story and review please.
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"Charlie?" Amita called, walking through the front door of his house. He knew she was coming and left it unlocked for her.
"Back here." She heard him reply from the kitchen. A smile formed on her face when she entered the kitchen and saw him pulling a covered tray out of the oven.
"Look at you being all domestic." She smiled.
"I just followed instructions. What kind of genius would I be if I couldn't do that?" Charlie said moving next to her and giving her a quick kiss on the lips.
"Not a very good one probably. So what are we having?"
"Take out… I think I ruined it."
"What?"
"I'm joking. I just finished making the chicken and the pasta will be done in a few minutes."
"Nice work Professor Eppes." Charlie smiled at her.
"Thanks." He said, taking off the oven mitt and moved to kiss her again. "Hungry?" He asked when they pulled away.
"Starved. It was a long day." She said, picking up two plates and two bottles of beer then carrying them out to the dining table. Charlie followed her with the dishes of food.
"Mine too." He said, sitting down at the head of the table while she took the seat to his right. "Classes?"
"Awful, I had to listen to everyone who skipped last class complain because they didn't know about the quiz. I told them that if they are absent from a class, for whatever reason, then they should check with someone who was there or come to me and find out what they missed. They don't put forth any effort and then they get mad at me." Amita ranted as she opened her bottle of beer.
"You just have to let them know that you won't tolerate any behavior like this, if they don't care enough to find out what they missed then they shouldn't bother taking it." He said, handing her a plate of food.
"Thanks." She smiled at him. "I don't want to talk about work any more. Lets just enjoy dinner."
"I can't argue with that."
"And I won't let you."
"Which movie did you rent for tonight?" He asked, starting to eat his dinner.
"Thought we'd go old school and watch Robin Hood; Prince of Thieves." She smiled taking a few bites of the food he prepared for them.
"Good choice." The two exchanged smiles and carried on some small conversations while they finished dinner. They then made their way to the living room where they got comfortable on the couch to watch the movie.
Charlie leaned against the arm of the couch and Amita put a pillow on his lap and rested her head there. His hand tangled in her hair as they sat quietly, just enjoying being together and alone for once.
It had been difficult for them lately to have any alone time between work, family, and helping Don with his latest case. Nothing was more time consuming then trying to help your FBI agent brother track down a mob boss before innocent people are murdered. That wasn't what Charlie wanted to think about at the moment.
He was too busy thinking about Amita and her head resting on his lap. "Ever notice that Kevin Costner is the only character in this movie who doesn't have a British accent."
"Maybe they hoped that no one would notice." Charlie suggested with a shrug and a smile. "That or they couldn't afford a dialect coach for him."
"Yeah, but still, you've got British people on the cast. They could've just had one of them teach him."
"I'm going to go grab some water, do you want anything?" Charlie asked.
"No, I'm good. Do you want me to pause it?" She asked, sitting up so that Charlie could get off the couch.
"That's alright, I know what happens." He said, walking to the kitchen. Amita smiled to herself as she watched him walking away. She would never tire of that view. When he disappeared behind the kitchen door she turned back to the movie but her attention was pulled away again when she heard something fall to the floor in the kitchen.
"Charlie?" She called rushing to the kitchen, her bare feet barely making contact with the hardwood floors.
"It's okay." He called back to her just as she opened the kitchen door. The stack of pots that had been sitting on the counter were now sprawled across the floor.
"What happened?"
"Uh… I just knocked into them and they fell." He said, trying to pick them up as quickly as possible. She knelt down to help him.
"You are very clumsy sometimes."
"I know…" He stammered.
"What's wrong Charlie? You seem kind of nervous about something." Amita observed out loud.
"It's nothing, lets just go back to the movie." He said, trying to move past her to get out of the kitchen.
"Nope." She said, moving in front of the door to block him from leaving. "Tell me what has got you so frazzled and I'll let you go."
"Uh… well… this wasn't exactly my ideal way of doing this but okay." He said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a blue box. "I got this for you."
Amita's expression softened as he slipped the box into her hands. She slowly opened the box to find a small, golden flower pendant on a thin linked chain. "It's beautiful." She gasped, taking it from the box and handing it to him. "Here put it on me."
Charlie smiled when she turned her back to him and pulled her hair up so that he could see what he was doing. "There." She turned to face him again.
"Thank you Charlie." Amita smiled, leaning up and kissing him.
"You're welcome. I saw it and thought of you." He replied before pulling her into another kiss. "And I thought when I gave it to you would be the right time."
"The right time for what?" Amita asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Right time for me to tell you that I love you."
She looked at him slightly slack jawed. Tears were faintly glimmering in her eyes, "Charlie do you mean that?"
"Of course I do." He smiled at her and kissed her again, this time the kiss lasted longer, until the need for oxygen forced them apart.
"I love you too." They continued to kiss, somewhat unaware that they were standing in the kitchen until Amita went to lean on the wall and ended up leaning against the swinging door which landed her on the floor with Charlie on top of her.
"Maybe we should try this somewhere a little safer." Charlie suggested, standing up and pulling her with him.
"Good idea." The two made their way to Charlie's room with out any more accidents.
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"Charlie, you left the TV on last night. Charlie are you up?" Alan Eppes called, knocking on his son door before opening it. His jaw dropped when he saw his youngest son curled up on his bed with Amita.
Alan turned away quietly, letting them sleep. A blush had crept on the man's face; this wasn't exactly the way that he needed to see his son. Shaking his head he made his way down to the kitchen and began to make breakfast for three.
A little while later the Charlie woke up and was a little thrown at first to feel someone next to him. He smiled when he looked down and saw Amita. "You haven't been watching me sleep have you?" She asked without opening her eyes.
"No, I just woke up too." He said, his voice still scratchy with sleep.
"Okay." She replied, wanting nothing more then to stayed curled up with Charlie and sleeping. "What time is it?" She asked grudgingly.
Charlie sat up and turned to his nightstand. "It's 6:45… I have to meet Don at 7:30."
"I have a class to teach at 8." Amita sighed. "I guess we probably have to get up then."
"I think we might. Come on, I'll make you something for breakfast."
"Smells like something is already cooking." She said, sitting up next to him and looking around the room for her clothes.
"Probably my dad." Charlie said absently, walking over to his chest of drawers to get a change of clothes.
Down stairs Alan had started to make breakfast for his son and his girlfriend. He figured that that term would be safe to use now. "Hey dad." Charlie said, coming into the kitchen, followed by a blushing Amita.
"Morning Mr. Eppes."
"Please Amita, call me Alan."
"Morning Alan." She corrected herself.
"Good morning Amita. Grab a plate, breakfast is ready." He said gesturing to a stack of three plates at the end of the counter.
"How'd you know there would be three of us?" Charlie asked.
"I saw Amita's car out front so I just assumed." Alan lied. The three ate their breakfast with a minimal amount of small talk. Charlie and Amita left at the same time, Amita was off to Cal Sci and Charlie was going to meet with Don.
Charlie was in such a good mood that he didn't realize that a black SUV followed him all the way from his house to FBI offices. He saw his brother standing outside waiting for him. "Hey Don." Charlie greeted walking from his car.
"Charlie did you get my message?" Don asked.
"No, what message…" Charlie was cut off by the sound of gunshots.
It all happened so quickly, as soon as the gunshots stopped the black SUV sped away. "What the hell was that? ...Charlie? …Charlie?" Don looked over to where his brother had ducked.
Charlie was lying on the ground, blood seeping from two bullet wounds. "Oh my God." Don rushed to his brother's side, pulling out his phone and calling for an ambulance. "Come on buddy hold in there." He held his hand against the wound below his shoulder. "Charlie?"
Charlie slipped into shock; the only thing that was on his mind as he lost consciousness was Amita…
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