Quite impressed by the number of readers in the space of just over two days (and extra thanks who actually tagged the story). Am definitely glad I decided to write up the episode I've had swirling around my head since I saw the Season 6 finally. It was alright as an episode, but Numb3rs was one of America's most popular TV shows and more importantly MY FAVOURITE TV show. They should definitely have given it way more than an alright send off. Just like all the great characters and series-

NUMB3RS DESERVES TO BE REMEMBERED FOR ITS LAST EPISODE.


"Wow. I still can't believe you two are going to be gone for two years," David mused over his own words.

Colby nodded, "Yeah, we're gonna miss you two"

"I agree that the effects of your departure will be considerable. Though, I remain in awe of how exceptionally your students reacted towards the news of your departure."

Nikki looked at Larry, "Why? What did they do?"

At his recollection of the story Don smiled and stretched lazily in his chair while Alan began to chuckle inwardly. Amita leaned forward to listen to the story that over the past week had been passed around CalSci and anyone with close connections to the school like candy.

"When the news got around that I was leaving CalSci my students actually 'whooped' with joy." The agents grinned at Larry's agitated sarcasm, but he didn't seem to notice as he continued, "For Amita - there were flowers and a card."

He stopped for a drink and Nikki, assuming that was the great deed of the students, started to speak. "Forgive me, but that's a little bit…um…normal. Isn't it?"

Larry finished and proceeded to talk whilst ignoring Nikki completely. "But for Charles, but for Doctor Eppes," he exaggerated the name - taking his time to perfect each syllable - "For Doctor Eppes they just had to do more than just a solemn card and present." Larry paused for effect.

"What?" Colby had one eyebrow raised and his head was tilted slightly. By now everyone was interested; sitting huddled around their isle table at the pizza house, and far to busy to hear a phone vibrate or notice their companion leaving the table.

"A memorial." Larry said simply.

"A what!" Nikki's grin broadened.

"They held a 'Charles Eppes was more than just a teacher' memorial. They acted as though he was not merely leaving, but instead as if he had actually passed away."

The table erupted with laughter. As many times as some of them had heard the story already, this time was by far the best. The uptight and slightly infuriated-ness of Laurence Fleinhardt, paired with his usual quirky personality made him a hilariously comical story teller.

"I can't believe you never told us that! Charl-" David's cheerful expression quickly turned to one of mild confusion and the look distributed itself onto each person sitting there's features as they noticed that Charlie was no longer in his seat.

It only took seconds for Amita to scan the restaurant and point to the window where her spouse was looking increasingly distressed. "He's making a phone call," she said.

"I wouldn't want to be on the other side of that phone call." Don wasn't sure whether Colby was joking or not as he watched his brother on the phone outside. He was striding swiftly in and out of the view of the window. One of his arms was pressing a mobile to his ear, the other frantically waving about in anger.

Don was just beginning to wonder if there might be something wrong with Charlie's flight when his brother's persona and suddenly Don's whole outlook on the situation changed.

Charlie was scared. He had stopped pacing and had been standing rigid, facing away from the door way, but it was only when he turned to face his party that Don saw it. The already pale skin was now paper-white. The dark eyes were large and made Don's knees buckle under the table.

Charlie's brow furrowed as he tried to comprehend the news he'd just received. He wasn't going anywhere if Don found out. When Don found out. It took him a few seconds to digest the information before he realised that every one of his close friends and family were watching him. He sighed, rubbing his eyes and leaned against the edge of the Restaurant door for a second, taking a few deep breaths and forcing himself to go back in.