Disclaimer: I only own original characters, plots, and settings in this strange bit of writing. Don't sue…
A/N: Every time Charlie thinks up a solution to help solve a case in mere seconds my mother says "he's a very scary person…" I always try to explain that he's not but then I got to thinking about it… I mean what if Charlie was on the wrong side and was using his skills against us… scary thought isn't it?
He was missing.
No one had seen him in two weeks and his family was shattered.
Numb with disbelief…
Disbelief that they most likely wouldn't see him again…
That he was probably dead…
No one made contact with any of them. No demands were made. No threats had been issued.
He just went out to the park one day on his bike and never came home.
Their parents always told Don to never let Charlie out of his sight, but they never knew about how they'd split up as soon as they reached the parks entrance.
Don was supposed to be with him. He was supposed to watch out for him…but he didn't.
He left him by the basketball court and went to play baseball with some friends from their high school.
Don didn't like ditching his brother, but what would the guys say if he let him tag around? Sure his friends were nice, but Don earned their friendship, which is something a scrawny nerd could never do.
He would regret that decision for the rest of his life.
When he went back to bring him home an hour later he was gone, but his bike was still leaning against the rusty chain-link fence where he had left it.
Now his baby brother was gone.
His face was plastered in many newspapers, post office windows, and everywhere they could think of hoping it might give the FBI some clue as to where their little boy was.
Nothing…
No one had seen anyone with their boy's doe-like brown eyes or hesitant smile.
The entire neighborhood was shaken. Children were kept inside and the park was almost always empty. Everyone was afraid that it would be his or her little boy next. But the kidnapper never made a second attack.
It was just him and no one else…
The police had nothing to go on and had nothing to comfort his loved ones. There was an article in their local paper about it, with a large picture of him and Don on the cover holding basketballs, while their parents stood behind them grinning.
Headline was "Child Prodigy Snatched". That didn't help the hunt for him any easier.
Time was ticking away but there was nothing anyone could do…
Ten-year-old Charlie Eppes had been taken and was probably not going to be given back.
A/N: The years I got from my AMAZING math skills. Okay… in one episode Charlie said he was 30 (even though I like thinking he is 28) so that means that (if he is 30) he would've been born in 1976. If Don is 5-6 years older he would've been born 1970-1971. I'm having this fic start out when Charlie is 10 so that would make it 1986. And that would mean that Don was… 15-16. So that's just to clarify when this all started. :sigh: I'm so smart!
This is only the beginning, my dear readers… I have a feeling that soon this little plot bunny will spiral out of my control… I have to do a little more research before the next part and this isn't entirely planned out exactly but… I hope it'll get done… off to research but please tell me how you like it by reviewing!
Thankies!
TheDudeLordOfFantasy a.k.a. Kathleen