Numb3ers

For Charlie numbers mean everything, the answer is always there hidden in plain sight but when he makes a mistake could it costs them more than just the criminals. As Don and the other's head towards the wrong location, Charlie tries to fix his mistake but this time maybe numbers can't help him. Can Don get to him in time or our the numbers finally catching up with him.


Hey guys, I know that Numb3ers finished ages ago but I only recently just started watching it. So sorry about that but hey, I hope you enjoy the story never the less. This is a Hurt/Charlie story, so if you don't like then don't read but if you do like, why don't you give me some feedback or a follow, it would be appreciated. Anyway, I know I haven't written anything for a while been busy with my GCSE's but I'm breaking up soon, so I hope to start writing more soon. Anyway hope you enjoy.

As usual I own nothing, besides I think if I owned them I would never go outside again, instead I shall just have to hope for the best.


Sitting in his classroom, Charlie went through all his equations and notes again, he was sure that he had missed something though he could not see what it was right at this moment. Normally he would be confident but there was something missing and it wasn't just due to the argument he and Don had early about the fact that Don didn't want him to come on site with him nor the fact that they didn't believe him when he said there was something wrong with his equation, there was just something he couldn't put his finger on.

At this moment Larry choose to walk in; asking about a physics equation but when looking at the equation he spotted something. It was the anomaly, what if it wasn't, what if it was part of the pattern. These criminals were clever and clearly knew there way round the system maybe they had more knowledge then Charlie had presumed, when he re-did the equation, he finally saw what he was missing and realized that it was a totally different equation. He rang Don but his phone was turned off, he realized that he was going have to tell them the information himself, even if he had said that he wasn't allowed, he couldn't let them walk into a trapped not after all they have done for them. After he thanked Larry, he ran to his bike in hope to try and catch up with his brother.

Charlie ran towards his brother trying to catch up with the SUV Van, which was missing the vital information for the whole set up. 'If only I had come up with the equation early,' muttered Charlie to himself. He peddled faster and faster, hoping that the van might slow down at a red light but luck was not with him. He considered his options for a moment, if he continued following the van, he might not make it in time and then everything would be pointless. There was only one thing to do, head towards the real hide out of the criminals and call for help once he was there.

His peddling stop as he came towards the abandoned warehouse where he knew they were. The skies had turned dark grey and the clouds were covering the sky like a bad omen. Though the rain had only been pelting for the last few minutes the ground was like a battlefield with the mud clawing up the inside of his trouser leg and his head like a mop full of water. This was not how he wanted to spend his day off but if it meant helping his brother and maybe for once finally being praised by him. That was the reason Charlie did all this, all he ever wanted was for his brother to be proud of him. After all those years of being the irritating younger brother now he was finally useful. He knew in the back of his mind Don loved him but sometimes he wonder whether his brother still wished that he was an only child. Charlie shook this thought out his head, he was sure his brother would never think like that.

As the phone rang, Charlie soon realized that he would have to leave a message. 'Hey Don, it's me. Look I figured out what's wrong with the equation. We missed something vital. I'm texting you the coordinates now, the minute you get this, phone me okay. Oh, and Don look I know I messed up on the equation and I'm sorry but I'm going to fix my mistake I promise.' He hung up the phone, he could not let more people die for his mistake and he was going to sort it.

He sighed, as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed in the number of his brother, he did have it on speed dial but it always felt better typing in the numbers after all every number means something and everything can be explained by maths. He wished now more than ever that numbers could have seen his mother's cancer or being able to cure it but sometimes equations just done get there quick enough to save the people he loved but not this time, this time numbers would cure the problem even if he wasn't sure how yet.

This particular lot of criminals seem to be very clever placing traps in place to stop Charlie from finding the true equation, but he had done it finally. They had already killed 9 and now they would put a stop to it, his only hope is that Don would get round here quick enough. The warehouse looked ruined, it was dusty and moldy. The wood was rotten and the old massive doors where an old shade of cream combined with dirt and paint splashes. It was obviously metal but had been put up to many years ago. Based on the wood, he would say it hadn't been used for at least 20 years. Know was the time he wished that he had said yes, to the gun or even at a torch at the moment.

As the large door creaked and he walked in towards the leaking roof and metal structure, he could only hope that Don had already picked up the message and was on his way but somehow he felt that was not going to happen. The whole room had an eerie feeling towards it and now he wished that someone was here with him, he gulped quickly, clearing the throat. Silence, that was all he could here and as he squinted his eyes he could see that other than a few boxes and some abandoned pieces of wood and metal, it didn't look much like a hideout. In his mind, he kept going over the equation in hope that he would see where his mistake was, so that he could get out of this mess.

While Charlie was too busy concentrating on the equation, he failed to realize that someone was creeping up behind him, nor did he notice the gun as it was raised towards his head, or the click of the safety cap. Suddenly the whole world came crashing down, right in front of his eyes though his ears seemed too blocked out the sound, hot searing pain spread across his back right down to the bottom of his feet. The ground began catching up to him until his head came in contact with the concrete floor, his eyes began to flutter as he started to lose his concentration and the darkness con-caved around him.

He took one last look as the man's face came in contact with his own, a hot breath placed towards his eye. 'Say hi to Don for me,' chuckled the voice, as the footsteps begin to hit the floor in a pattern of one, two. The door slammed shut and the darkness finally began to catch up with him but he knew he had to stay awake, stay alive to tell Don, though that began a lot harder to do. As he tried to pull himself from the floor and the crimson pool began to cover his hands, a sticky substance like honey but a far stronger smell, metallic but what was worse was how warm it felt like the sunshine on a summer's day but instead it was like hell's fire covering him, beckoning him to come towards the darkness, but Charlie fought it managing to place his feet underneath him into a sitting position but the worse of it was still to come, dizziness covered his vision like a blanket and a pounding headache like a drum filled his already ringing ears.

His breathing was short and shallow, his heart pumping the endless flow of blood out of his body and onto the ground below like a waterfall. Tears streamed down his face, now he wished that he had just tried to catch up with the van rather than leaving himself in this mess and for Don to clean up. He was so stupid, now Don would have to clean everything up and catch the criminals, if that wasn't bad enough; they had already had an argument this morning over the case and though Charlie had been right now it might cost them everything. He tried to wipe the tears but this just increased the pain, what was the point anymore and now as he finally gave in to the darkness, Charlie recalled the last conversation with his brother, he wondered back to how it had come to this…

Meanwhile Don had finally picked up the message…..