Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the show Numb3rs; Don, Charlie, Alan, and Margret.
Twelve year old Charles 'Charlie' Edward Eppes looked at the bottle. His doctor had prescribed them for his headaches. They had started about a year ago, and now they would get so bad that Charlie couldn't do anything, even the ever encroaching numbers were gone. He hadn't had one since his last refill a week ago. There was about twenty or so of the prescription drug. It would be pain less. He reached over, and dropped the bottle into his dresser drawer.
Donald 'Don' Eppes, Charlie's elder brother entered the room at that moment. He grinned at Charlie somewhat bitterly.
"Hey Chuck, ("Don't call me Chuck!") Get your shoes and coat on; mom says you get to go to the movies with me, Matt, and Chris, so hurry up. We're ready and waiting on you." Charlie stood from his spot on the bed, grabbed his shoes, his coat downstairs. Don was still at the door. As Charlie ran down the stairs, Don crossed the room, and opened the drawer. He pocketed the bottle.
Margret and Alan didn't need to know that Don handled all of Charlie's pills. They didn't need to know all the times he had came into his brother's room to him just staring at one bottle or another. They didn't need to know about the time when him, and his two best friends, Matt and Chris, had come into the garage to see three bottles, Charlie with one of them open in one hand, the other two still full, and in the other a water bottle, his intent obvious.
They didn't need to know, not till the year ended and Charlie was across the country with their mom. Don would tell them then.