Okay! My Second Story is really long. It is six pages front and back on paper, to be exact. This story takes place when Don and Terry were in the Academy together. It is a tad confusing, sorry. I would appreciate if someone would step forward and Beta this story. One other thing I do not own Don, Terry, or others Numb3rs characters. Matt is my own creation. Please read, enjoy, and Review.

I fixed my spelling or should I say a friend did.

CHAPTER 1

DON 8:30 PM

Don had just met Terry at school. They had shared their first date in a laundromat. It had been about a week since Don had gone out to the store to buy groceries. Don was on his way home from the store and it had been downpouring since around 7:30. The roads were really slick and Don was driving the speed limit carefully because of the road, but also in a hurry to get home. When all of a sudden, he lost control, the car skidded across the road straight for a phone pole. At the sound of the impact, you wouldn't have had to see the car to know it was bad. As the car hit the phone pole, the airbags deployed sending Don sideways into the window knocking him unconscious. His last thought was seeing a pair of bright headlights coming towards him.

TERRY 7:30

Terry had decided to go for a drive. She loved looking at the country blanketed in darkness. She had just pulled out of her driveway when it started to rain. She wasn't too happy to drive the minivan in the rain, but her car was in the shop. She thought about turning around, but she had one of her instinct feelings and continued on down the road. This feeling in her stomach was telling her to just keep driving, she wasn't sure why she had listened, she took a sharp right letting her instincts do the driving. She started to slow down because the speed limit was lower here. As she did, a car appeared driving the other direction. The oncoming car suddenly lost control and sped into a phone pole. The sound that followed was sickening. She slowed down and turned the car off. Maybe it was a good thing that she had brought the minivan.

TERRY 8:30

Terry quickly exited the car and grabbed her cell phone. She dialed 9-1-1 and before the operator could ask, What is your emergency? Terry started running through FBI mode. She told the operator the make of the car, the license number, where she was, what kind of accident and how many victims. She also added that she is a trained Paramedic. The operator asked how severe the injuries were and Terry responded in a quieter voice that air bags had been deployed and passenger was unconscious. The operator told her the ambulance had an ETA of 10 minutes and disconnected the line. Terry shut the phone and ran to the back of her van. A long time ago, she had outfitted the van with extra medical supplies and she also kept a backboard and other first responder gear in there. She grabbed a regular first aid kit and ran back to the wreck. As she got closer, she did a safety check. No leaking gas, no sparks in the area. Good, it was safe to approach. As she got closer, she assessed the damage; the front of the car was impacted, the windshield was broken. Terry carefully tried the door and was surprised to see it was unlocked. She had to pull a bit to get it open and nearly screamed when the man fell towards her as the door gave.

Once she was calm again, she carefully righted the guy into a sitting position. She checked for a pulse, it was there but really weak. The guy was in bad shape, but she was hopeful. Terry pulled out her pocket knife and cut the seat belt since it wouldn't unclick. She slowly lowered the seat, careful not to jar him if he had a spinal injury. As she could see more of him, she realized he looked familiar. It was hard to tell because of all the glass and cuts on the man's face.

TBC