A/N: And I'm back with some Numb3rs! (Don't worry, I'm still working on LMitC.) This story has been bugging me for quite some time, partially because I had to go through an experience like this. It just needed to come out on paper so I could get over it. So this story is dedicated to my 8 month old stillborn cousin, Owen Nathaniel.

This story is a two-shot unless more is demanded from you.

Disclaimer: Numb3rs is not mine, but I will take it if anyone's offering.

Don Eppes had gone from being the happiest man in the universe to the saddest in about three seconds. It was eight months ago to the day that Robin had told him that she was finally pregnant. A few months after that had revealed it was a boy. And now only two words had changed his proud demeanor.

"He's gone."

Don's head spun. His gaze went down to Robin's very large belly. It didn't make any sense. "What… What do you mean he's gone?" he stuttered.

Robin's eyes filled with tears. "Owen's gone, Don. Something happened. He stopped moving so I went in for a few tests. They can't find a heartbeat. He's gone, Don."

Don wrapped his arms around his wife tightly as she wept heavily into his shoulder. He squeezed his eyes tight together as tears of his own spilled out. He rubbed circles on Robin's back. "We'll get through this." He said thickly.

"We were finally going to have a baby, Don!" Robin cried.

A sob escaped Don's lips.

Neither of them were sure how long they stood there holding each other. They just knew the pain wasn't getting any easier. Robin finally sniffled loudly and spoke. "They're going to induce labor tomorrow after they run some tests."

"I have to tell dad." Don managed. Robin nodded and let him go.

Don's wobbly knees took him to the phone. He leaned against the wall as he dialed the number.

"Hello?" Alan answered cheerfully after three rings.

Don ran a hand through his hair as his lower lip quivered. He slid down the wall to a sitting position on the floor.

"Hello?" Alan asked again.

"Dad."

Alan was confused for a moment. "Donnie? Don, is something wrong?"

Don tried to make the words come out. He tried to explain the deep pain he was feeling. He tried, but couldn't. "Oh, dad." He whimpered.

Alan was genuinely worried. Don wasn't the one to be emotional. Then horror struck him. "Is Robin okay? Is the baby alright?"

Don's hand went through his hair again as he looked up to see Robin's eyes on him. She had a hand covering her mouth and the other on her swollen stomach. "He's gone, dad." The words echoed through Don's head. They couldn't be true. They had just seen an ultrasound last week. How could they have missed something? And the baby was eight months along! Why couldn't they have just done a C-section?

Don barely heard his dad tell him he was coming over.

The next phone calls Don had made that day were to call off work for both him and Robin. Then Robin had taken the phone. Alan showed up only a few minutes after that. He was sitting beside Robin on the couch talking softly with her. Don sat across the room with the phone in his hands. He didn't pay attention to the conversation the others were having. His head was in a completely different place.

Robin had told her parents and Don had told his. Now came the next person on his call list.

Charlie.

Charlie had two kids of his own now. Sammy and Jade. Sammy was two. Jade was one. And Amita was pregnant again. Sammy looked just like his father. Jade had her father's curly black hair but her mother's complexion and nose. Her bright blue eyes belonged to Charlie's mother.

Don wasn't sure he would be able to tell Charlie.

Alan glanced up and saw the tortured expression on Don's face. His heart went out to him and Robin. He remembered the pregnancy troubles his own wife had gone through. Don was probably too small to remember but he had almost had a sister that would have been in between him and Charlie.

Don's fingers moved across the numbers tentatively. His shaky hand held the phone to his ear. It rang for a long time. It reached an answering machine and Don almost breathed out a sigh of relief. When Don was about to hang up he heard a, "Hello?"

"Hey, Charlie." Don greeted with false cheer as his stomach sank.

"Oh hey, Don. What's up?" Charlie called back as he juggled the phone and some toys he had almost just tripped over.

"Um, Charlie, I've got some bad news." Don replied.

"What can't make lunch again?" Charlie teased lightly. Surely it couldn't be that bad.

"Are you sitting down?"

"What kind of question is that?"

Don took a shaky breath.

"Don?" Charlie asked concernedly as he sat on the couch.

"The baby… Owen… he… um…" Don stumbled for a gentle way to put this. "He's gone, Chuck."

Silence came from the other end as Charlie tried to process the words that hit him. His gaze went up to Amita who was just a room over. "Don, I don't even know what to say." He finally replied as he felt a ball form in his throat. "Anything you need, bro, I'm right here."

"I know."

"How's Robin?" Charlie managed. Amita picked up the strained tone in his voice and started listening in on the conversation.

"I don't know." Don breathed. His free hand wiped his eyes vigorously.

"You should be with her." Charlie replied.

A simple "I know." came yet again.

Charlie sniffled hard. "Call me when you find out more, alright?"

"Okay."

Charlie swallowed hard. "I'm sorry, man."

"Ya." Don replied dully and hung up the phone.