Hey first NUMB3RS fic here. Big fan of the show (the honest few that I have seen). This idea has been bugging my brain for weeks and I thought I should get this started before the next episode comes out and people think I'm trying to do my own version of. Well, enjoy and R&R as always!

It was late afternoon and orange shadows were passing through the room and over the empty desks. Class had been out for a couple hours now but that did not mean the room was vacant. One person still worked furiously at his chalk board. Headphones were over his ears with just a hint of what was playing heard beyond. He had been toiling over this problem since his lesson had finished and worked through his lunch break as well and was now ignoring the hunger pains in his stomach.

Charlie Eppes was so busy in fact that he did not notice he was no longer alone until a loud crash broke through his music. When he turned around he couldn't see anyone at first until a head popped up behind a desk next to a back counter. He hooked his headphones around his neck and turned off his music before heading in her direction. When she looked up at him a sheepish look crossed her face before she turned back to the mess of papers, books with now bent pages, various writing utensils and binders.

"I'm sorry about this. I was trying to be quiet so I didn't interrupt what you were doing. I'll clean this up and get out of your way." She didn't even look at him while she spoke. He could tell that she was embarrassed and after looking at his chalk board of equations kneeled down to help her stack.

"Here, let me help."

"You don't have to. I can put all this stuff back, really."

"It'll be faster with two and I should probably take a break anyway."

They had stacked all the binders together and were now working on a mound of papers that had flown all over that section of the room. Bunches were under the desks and Charlie went after those while she finished placing the rest into a stack beside the first. The books took longer because they had to put all the pages back as well as they could.

"So, you're the mathematician? Charlie Eppes? The guy with the FBI brother?"

"Yes, and this is my classroom that I teach in and work on math equations of my own. Like the one I was working on when you came in."

"Oh, I'm sorry. You must be wondering what I'm doing here."

"A name might be a good place to start."

"Yeah, it would wouldn't it? Well I'm Angelina Bronta but most people just call me Angie. I was looking for a few papers of mine that I was told ended up in here so I came to find them. And then there was the earth shattering ka-boom and here we are."

When Charlie picked up a couple books to look through he found more papers underneath. He was about to add them to the paper stack they had made when he noticed they were different. They definitely weren't from his class by the look of them. They were drawings and then a couple pages of paragraphs that after reading the first few lines sounded like they were from fantasy and sci-fi novels. Then there were the papers with numbers seemingly scribbled down with no apparent sequencing. He held them out in front of Angie, who was just finishing with her book stack.

"Would these be the papers you were looking for?"

"Yeah, where did you find them?"

"Under a few math books. What are they for?"

"Well, you see these papers here? These are early prototypes for stories that I write." She pointed to the paragraphed pages. Then she showed him the drawings. "These drawings I do while a teacher lectures. And these papers with the numbers are just numbers that I have seen looking at my story pages. I brought them in to ask someone about it and see if there's anything to it. I don't know what it is or how I do it. I just know that I've been able to do it since I was like eight or nine."

"That's cool."

"Yes it is but I wish someone could explain to me why I see numbers in stuff like paragraphs. Sometimes I can see pictures too but that is close to never so . . . yeah."

Charlie and Angie finished putting the stacks and writing utensils back on the shelves and Angie picked up her stack, said thanks and goodbye, and left. Charlie put his headphones back over his ears, turned the music back on, picked up the piece of chalk and began writing again.

He didn't stop until hours later when the light had gone almost completely and his eyes began watering from the strain. His backpack was pretty full but he managed to cram his music and books inside before swinging it over his head and across his chest. As he let out a grunt from the weight he noticed some papers left on his desk. He thought they might have been left by one of his students. They had numbers on them but not in the format(s) that he required from his students.

When he picked them up he realized that they were Angie's papers. They must have been at the bottom of her stack when she picked them up. She had told him that they were just numbers she had seen when she looked at paragraphs and he had thought nothing more of them than what she had told him they were to her. Now, though, something made him take a closer look. He couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly but there was a sudden curiosity to know if these numbers of hers really were just random numbers or something more.

Setting his backpack against his chair he sat down and turned on his laptop. He held the papers closer and stared at them more intensely before punching them into his computer. Then he all but fell off his chair after seeing the results on the screen. He barely registered that his phone was ringing and took it from his pocket and put it against his ear with no change to his expression.

"Charlie? Where are you? Do you know what time it is?" it was his father Allen Eppes.

"W-what?"

"Charlie? Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah, yeah I'm fine. I just . . . what time is it?"

"Almost seven o'clock. Are you still down in your classroom?"

"Seven? Really? Sorry I lost track of time. I am in my classroom but I am leaving right now."

"You know I don't like you staying there this late. It's not safe out there. Besides, Donny's here and dinner's getting cold."

"I know dad and I'll be safe. I'll be there soon I promise. Tell Don not to wait for me. And that goes for you too."

"Well, be safe and see you soon then."

Charlie took one last look at the screen with disbelief before shutting it all down. There was no room left in his backpack so he carried it under his arm with Angie's papers rolled up in his unoccupied hand. Don has to see this!

Tell me what you think. Ideas, hints, guesses; all are welcome. Review so I can give you the next chapter (which is ready to be posted)!