Title: Blood Relatives
Author: DeadlyNightShade13
Rating: T
Spoilers: I don't do spoilers
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs and neither do you. We don't have a problem so please don't sue.
Summary: There is a serial murderer on the lose with a history with the FBI, but what is his agenda. Not a great summary
Note: I'm not sure how well this story is going to go. Not all the details are ironed out 100, but the idea is coming along. I really need a beta for this story so if you are interested, please email me. I am well aware of how graphic my open scene is, and I am terribly sorry if I offend anybody, but I had to write to make the story make sense. And please, no flames. (I re-posted it for a few mistakes I found.)
Blood Relatives
Chapter One
"Death is forever...and does forever have a life to call its own?" Billie Joe Green Day
It had been his reoccurring nightmare since he was fifteen. He walked into his house after spending the night at his friend's house and saw them. His mother, his father, and his little sister, Brianna, all lying in the living room. Each one of them had their throat slashed.
"Grandma!" he shouted, the situation not seeming real at first. He got no reply and shouted again, "GRANDMA!" Still, no one shouted back, and he dropped his bag by the door. He ran through their house searching for his grandmother who had lived with them since he could remember. She wasn't in the kitchen or her bedroom on the first floor.
The boy ran up the stairs and down the hall to his room. No one was in there either. His search continued to Brianna's room and his parents, but both rooms were empty. The boy looked down the hall and saw the door to his little brothers' room. Taking several deep breaths, he walked toward the door. A shaky hand reached out and pushed open the door which was covered in signs and posters his brothers had made. What he saw nearly made him puke, his younger brother, Andy, was lying near the door. His eyes were open with a look of pure fear while a telltale bullet hole stuck out on his chest. His youngest brother, Carter, was huddled in the corner with a pool of blood beneath him. Unfortunately, he had suffered the same fate as his older brother.
The teenager backed out of the room and into the hallway. This had to be a dream; a nightmare. He turned his head and saw the door to his sister's nursery open a crack. Cautiously, the teenager walked toward the door. He reached out warily and pushed it all the way open. The site on the other side was almost as horrifying as the one in the living room. His Grandma Diana was sitting in the rocking chair near his sister's crib. The front of her shirt was covered in blood from a stab wound in her chest.
The boy began to shake his head quickly back and forth not wanting to believe what he was seeing. His mind focused on the crib. "Not her," he thought to himself. "Not Alexis, too." The teenager walked slowly toward the crib not knowing what horrors he would find in there. He peered over the edge and looked at his one and half year old sister. It would have looked like she was sleeping had it not been for the fact her lips were blue. "No," said the boy reaching down to shake the baby. There was no response to his touch. "No!" he shouted a second time. He was it; the only survivor.
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The man, no longer the scared boy in his nightmare, sprang up in bed and tried to even out his breathing. He looked around at the walls of his dorm room trying to reassure himself of his surroundings. "It was just the dream," the man muttered to himself over and over. The images of his nightmare had taken place over eight years before. After a few minutes, his heart rate and breathing had returned to normal, and the man swung his legs over the side of his bed and walked over to his window.
"I'm going to make them pay!" the man said to no one specific after he had been staring at the starry night sky for a few minutes. A grunt from his sleeping roommate startled the man, and he quickly lowered his voice. "I promise." He stood at his window a few minutes longer before going back to his bed to get what little sleep he could.
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"And that should be it," said Charlie as he finished the equation. He turned toward his class and was met by a classroom of dull, lifeless stares. He sometimes wondered why people took math if they didn't enjoy it. "Any questions?"
Not one hand went up, which didn't surprise him, and he tried his best to suppress a sigh. "This will be it for the semester," Charlie said to the students. A few of them seemed to wake up at that line. "If you have any questions before finals, you know where to find me." No one moved a muscle. "That's it."
The students seemed to come to life and stood up to leave the class. Charlie knew it wasn't nice to say, but this had to be his least favorite class. He still wasn't sure how he had been conned into teaching this class. All the students were freshmen who had to take this class, and it was painfully obvious that most of them didn't like it. He had a few who did seem to learn, but not a whole lot. He sat down at his desk and started to gather up some of his papers.
"Professor Eppes?" said a voice in front of his desk. Charlie looked up at the short brunette in front of him. She was a quiet kid who never spoke much in class. That resulted in Charlie's inability to remember her name.
"Yes, Miss...," Charlie racked his mind for the girl's name. "Miss...?"
"Chase," finished the girl. "Beth Chase." She seemed rather annoyed that her name was so forgettable. "I have a question about the finals schedule."
"It's posted right outside the door," said Charlie using a pencil to point to the entrance of his classroom.
"I checked before class," said the girl quietly, "and it's not out there."
Charlie stared at her for a second and then stood up. He walked over to the door and looked at the wall next to the frame. He walked back over to his desk obviously confused. He searched through some of the papers on his desk and finally found the schedule buried in the papers. Charlie gave the girl a sheepish smile as he handed her the schedule. "Could you hang that on the door on your way out?"
The girl nodded and got a piece of tape out of the dispenser. She stuck it to the back of the paper and walked out of the room. Charlie sighed as he went back to gathering up the papers. He hated finals. They always took too long, and they were Hell getting ready for. Charlie preferred teaching the classes. He could change what he was teaching daily and actually interact with the students. Well, at least with the other classes he could. Charlie finally found all the papers he needed and put them into his bag. He was just about to leave when another student walked into his class. Charlie sat back down at his desk ready to talk to him.
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Don flashed his FBI badge as he and Terri walked into the crime scene. It was a small cramped apartment which seemed to normally be kept very clean, but now had been dirtied with both a corpse and a crew of cops and ME's hurrying about.
The man was lying on the floor. His throat had been slashed nearly all the way through; beneath him, was a puddle of blood. "My God," Don heard Terri say quietly beside him.
"What have you got?" Don asked one of the detectives who was already there.
The detective turned toward Don. "Who are you?" he demanded raising an eyebrow. He apparently was not fond of being bothered on the job.
"Agent Don Eppes," replied Don taking out his badge and showing it to the cop. "This is my partner, Terri Lake."
"Det. Paul Greene," said the detective extending his hand to both of them. Terri and Don shook it.
"What have you got?" Don asked again.
"Male, 58, throat slashed, dead about nine hours," replied Det. Greene quickly. It was obvious he wanted to get through this meeting as fast as possible. "His girlfriend called the cops about an hour ago. She couldn't get him to answer the door and used her key to get in. She found him lying on the floor."
Don nodded, but Terri didn't seem to be listening. Don nudged her with his elbow once the detective had walked away. "What are you thinking?" he asked quietly.
"I know him," replied Terri. "I can't remember where, but I do."
Det. Greene walked back over carrying a clear evidence bag. "The man's name is Gary Bolin."
Terri's face seemed to pale. "That's where I know him," said Terri quietly. "Alec Bolin, he's an agent, that's his father."
Don turned toward the body lying on the floor and stared at it for a minute. "This huy was an agent's father?" Terri nodded in response.
"That might explain this," said Det. Greene holding up an evidence bag a cop had given him. Terri took it from the detective and read the note inside. "It's really the only reason we called you guys."
Terri handed the note to Don as she shook her head. Don carefully read it through.
"FBI,
This is it. You told me you protected the innocent. You told me
you helped people. You told me you would find them. Well, you
had you chance, but now your time is up. It all begins here.
I'm not waiting anymore."
"What is this?" Don asked Det. Greene. The man shrugged his shoulders.
"Found it next to the victim," answered the detective. "But seems pretty obvious this guy is out for revenge." One of the ME's called the detective over. He nodded quickly at Don and Terri before going back over to the ME.
"What the Hell do you think this note is about?" asked Don as he turned toward Terri. She shook her head obviously troubled by the whole situation. Don found it disturbing, too. He flipped the bag over, but found nothing on the back on the note. "What do they think they're up to?" He looked from the note horrific crime scene almost in shock. What the Hell did this person have planned?
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Well, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I do know it's disturbing, and I'm sorry if I freaked anyone out. I'm not sure how fast this story will. I like the shows with Terri better so she is going to be in my story. I'm taking Driver's Ed over the summer, and I have to go there during the day. If anyone wants to beta for me, email me.