This is my first Numb3rs fiction, so please be kind. No flames please. This little plot bunny has been bugging me for awhile and wouldn't go away until I put it down on paper… So here it goes.
Disclaimer: I own the students in the classroom. All of the other characters of Numb3rs belong to the creators of the show.
Charlie stood at the head of his classroom looking up to the students in their desks. He waited in silence for someone to answer the question he had just asked them. He wanted to see if, for once, a student would volunteer him or herself instead of him having to torture a student by him randomly choosing them.
"Anyone?" he asked.
He sighed as he realized that he would have to resort to the random choosing. He looked at one of his students sitting a few rows up and looking intently at the laptop on her desk. She was feverishly clicking around and the sound was heard all the way in front of the class.
"Jazz?" Charlie asked.
The girl looked up from her laptop and smiled. "Yeah, professor?" she replied.
"All right class, I know that it is Friday, but can we just get through this class so we don't have to worry about it on Monday? Jazz, do you know the answer to the problem on the board or am I just going to have to torture someone else?"
"The answer is six pi over four," Jazz replied.
"That is correct," the professor said as he wrote the answer on the board. "And you needed to do all of that research on that laptop to find that answer?"
"Oh, of course not," Jazz said.
"Well, would you mind if I came up and looked at what you were working on?"
"Um… sure. But don't be surprised when it has nothing to do with the class."
Charlie left the position from behind his desk and walked toward Jazz's desk. A few rows back, three girls giggled as Charlie made his way up the stairs to the row that Jazz was sitting in. "I wish that Professor Eppes would come up here and give me some one on one lessons," one of the girls said.
The other two girls giggled at their friend's statement. Jazz rolled her eyes at the girls. "Can they please grow up?" Jazz whispered to herself.
"Can who do what?" Charlie asked, taking a seat next to Jazz.
Jazz looked to her side not realizing that the professor was right next to her. She could feel the tension in the room as many of the other females in the class sent glares in her direction. "I was just…um…thinking of a problem awhile back," Jazz stuttered.
"Do you need me to help you with it?" Charlie asked.
"I think that I can tackle this one on my own, Professor."
"So, would you mind if I saw what you were so diligently working on?"
Jazz turned the laptop toward the professor to show a game of Minesweeper on the screen. "Like I said, it has nothing to do with the class."
"Jazz is looking at porn!" one of the male students one of the top rows yelled.
The entire class laughed. Charlie had to laugh at the statement. "Real mature guys," Jazz said.
Charlie looked at his watch as it beeped at the top of the hour. He stood up from the seat and walked back down to the front of the class. He leaned against his desk and looked up. The three giggling girls said something else about the professor and Jazz just shook her head. "All right, class is dismissed. I don't have anything to give you for this weekend, just be ready to go over what we did today."
All of the students stood up and made their way out of the classroom. Jazz was the last person and Charlie stopped her before she could leave. "Minesweeper?" Charlie asked.
"Yeah, about that…" Jazz started. "My bad."
I know that nothing special really happened in this chapter, but I needed to get a character introduced. I promise that everything else won't be as lame as this chapter. Don't worry, this isn't a romance fic… I hope you all enjoyed. Please review.