Disclaimer: Don't own either Numb3rs or SGA. Never will 'cause I just don't have the time, money, or legal resources to try.

A/N- I had a really, really bad PC crash. It caused me to rewrite this chapter. So I'm very sorry this didn't get up sooner. I know my science may be off but I did it on purpose for plot device so don't kill me for it. It's fiction after all. Dinosaurs rock!

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Los Angeles

Larry Fleinhardt stood at his office window looking at the crisp, smoggy LA sky. Today the weather was just bad. His mind had been more absent as of late. He had been taking up Charles's place as much as possible with the FBI. Between him and Amita, Don's cases got solved at almost the same rate as when Charles was working them. By taking on more work he had found himself forgetting things even more lately, something that Alan had taken to chiding him on.

Don stared at the absentminded professor trying just for one second to imagine what ran through his head. He still found that predicting Charlie was easier than Larry who was full of the oddest analogies and outlooks on life. Shaking his head, Don wrapped on the wall to pull the professor out of his morning meditation.

"Uh Larry," he called, " could you and I talk? I need you to look at something for me. It's about Charlie."

"I would do anything to find Charles. You are aware of that Don. How can I help you?"

"This Equation here. I think I saw it in one of your physics journals. I really need to know whose work it is."

"You saw this in one of my physics journals? Since when did you start reading about the intertwining of the universe on paper?"

"Since you and Megan started smooching behind curtains. Do you know who wrote the paper?"

"Yes. I believe it was Samantha Carter."

"Samantha Carter? You're sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I don't forget her work. She is a very intelligent woman and a leading researcher on astrophysics with the Air Force. I had the pleasure of meeting her once at a conference several years ago just before she started her blossom of rosy papers that have fundamentally changed the cosmos in astrophysics research and theory."

"Thanks Larry! This helps a lot. Now I just need to call in a favor. I'm sure we'll have Charlie back in no time or else I will be disappearing to fetch him."

"Good luck Don."

Don walked out happier than he had been in months. He knew just who to call for that favor. Jack O' Neill owed him big time for that satellite imagery cover up. It had been years since the initial problem that he fixed by bringing up a false case to cover those pictures some guy was going to dish out on. O' Neill had called on a rookie Don Eppes to make up something creative. It hadn't felt right but the payoff was huge and there was an eternal promise that Don could call in any favor that Jack might have the resources to do. That entanglement had been one of the hardest things in his career. It had been frustrating knowing he was covering up something big for national security and yet he had never known specifically what he covered up.

Don only hoped that Jack would be willing to give him access to Samantha Carter and what she was up to. He also wanted to know what the hell was so important that a rookie agent covered up and who this Daniel was in relation to this Carter person. A big smile overcame his face as he punched in a number he had waited years to call.

"Hello?"

"Hi Jack. It's Don…"

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M6X-9845

Charlie looked back at the flying creature. It was a Pterodactyl for sure. Did the Ancients find some way of bringing dinosaurs across the universe here? Well, there was always the egg option. M6X – 9845 was Jurassic Park! The ferns were huge and the trees made him feel like an ant. He walked slowly behind SGA-1 soaking in every sight. He was here to record things and get into the groove of traveling offworld. Despite hearing all about what planets had to offer, he still was amazed at the sight he was now seeing, dinosaurs and prehistoric plants in a tropical paradise.

"So what do you think Charlie?" Colonel Sheppard asked.

"This is amazing. That's a real dinosaur up there. These plants are something right out of a fossil dig."

"Yup."

"It's just breathtaking. I know a lot of paleontologists who would kill to see this. I'm telling you now that I never expected this."

"You'll get used to these kinds of things."

"No. I won't let myself. I'm a mathematician. I don't work with this stuff so I guess that seeing it is surprising and yet very fascinating. I'm sorry but now I'm hoping to find a trilobite. They are one of the most common fossils we see on Earth. To see a real one would be…would be well incredible."

"Yeah, dinosaurs for sure. Let's just hope we don't run in to T-Rex. But personally I wouldn't mind seeing Triceratops. Let's just hope that our friends the Ancients didn't decide to mutate these things and make 'em vicious."

"Do you always have to be so negative Rodney," replied Sheppard, "Because you always seem to be pessimist. Sometimes it feels like all of Atlantis has to be optimistic to make up for you."

"That's none of your business Colonel. Before you ask, I'm not finding any power signatures yet."

"We can at least look around. Perhaps we shall find more of your dinosaurs. Unless you two would prefer to continue to banter while the rest of us find them ourselves." Ronon looked amused.

"What is that?" Teyla pointed in the direction of a lake.

"Nessie! Let's be sure to bring Carson back here and hope it surfaces again," Charlie squealed.

Examination of the long neck appearing out of the lake quite resembled Nessie who is also known as the Loch Ness monster. From a scientific point of view, it was likely a Plesiosaur or at least that was the argument everyone made on Earth if they believed in Nessie. Otherwise it was just known as a really good fake. But here, that thing was definitely real.

"What does this Nessie have to do with Dr. Beckett?"

"Actually that's probably a Plesiosaur in the lake you see. Back on Earth in Scotland, where Beckett comes from, is a lake called Loch Ness. Loch Ness is most famous for its sea monster. But that has been subject to a lot of controversy as to whether or not it's real. A lot of people think it is a grand hoax and yet there are several thousands of recorded sightings of it. But since we have no actual specimen, it can't really be proven true."

"Do you believe that Nessie exists?"

"I'm a skeptic but hey they've been wrong about lots of other things."

"Look over there," came a shout from Sheppard.

"Huh. What is that?" Charlie stared very dumbfounded at what he saw.

"It's not something I recognize," McKay answered.

"That thing is ugly." Ronon stated.

The creature in front of them looked like a scaled zebra parrot with a lizard's head. It continued to eat without interruption despite the noise coming from the humans. Thankfully for SGA-1 it was an herbivore.

Lt. Colonel John Sheppard has never seen something so bizarre. It was no wonder that his grunts and geeks were gawking at the odd looking monster. It really was a hideous thing and yet it fascinated him from the strong difference in appearance to any other animal he had seen. "Take a picture and see if anyone knows what it is."

"Colonel, may I remind you that this could be native to Pegasus?"

"Don't hurt to try McKay. Besides, this planet seems to have a penchant for Earth life. It's as if someone wanted to keep the past alive on another planet."

"Charlie, did you bring a camera?"

"I did and I just took a photo. So uh, what do we call this place?"

"I have a rule of no planet naming. People always come up with the worst names. But in this case I think we can just skip ahead and call it Jurassic Park."

"Of course Captain Obvious. What a shame we can't call it Monster Playhouse."

"You really think that's a good idea Rodney?"

"Is Jurassic Park the best you can come up with?"

"Fine. What do you three think?" Sheppard spoke as he turned to Teyla, Ronon, and Charlie.

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Los Angeles

Jack O'Neill sat in yet another office chair. His nerves racked his brain wondering just what Don Eppes wanted with Carter. The General had insisted on coming to see the Agent to get a face explanation. He honestly had no idea why the FBI would have any interest in Carter. When Don had mentioned Daniel in passing along with Carter, Jack knew something was up. Very few strangers could connect Samantha Carter with any Daniel. In the meantime, he had an Agent David Sinclair and another hot geek named Amita Ramoosh-a-something (or whatever it was) for entertainment. Sinclair was trying to get an understandable explanation over some new math from the smart girl that was being used in the current case. Eppes was conveniently at another crime scene leaving O'Neill to fend for himself in the office.

"So," he asked, "what does all this math stuff, squiggle writing have to do with solving a murder?"

"Everything!" both geek and agent shouted.

"Don't look at me. I'm just the grunt waiting for your boss."

"I'm sorry General O'Neill. It's just that this case has been extremely taxing. We have had no leads," Sinclair apologized.

"It's Jack. You are all over this thing with new stuff. Maybe you should try an old tactic or something unconventional. Is that a difficult thing for the FBI to do? I'll tell you from my experience that something simple a lot of times goes a long way."

"What would we try that we haven't done already?"

"Dogs. I've spent the last two hours reading through reports and I haven't read that you've tried using dogs."

"Dogs. Hmm…"

"And your crooks sounds like a bunch of arrogant bastards. I don't think they fled the crime scenes as quick as you think."

"How many do you think might be involved?" Amita questioned.

"I don't know. Common sense says that one guy can't pull off that many complicated murders unassisted like you oddballs have assumed. Yet, the crooks don't want too many people involved or word will leak and your plan goes down the tube. They might actually want to be caught. This is all about attention. Not some anti-government campaign. Trust me on that."

"You know I might just be able to come up with something different by changing the variables. Thank you sir."

"Its just Jack."

The exchange didn't last long before Don and the rest of his team walked through the door. Don looked surprised to see Jack there early since he couldn't ever be on time during the cover up.

"Hey guys, can you leave us alone?"

"Sure. Hey Don, this guy is good. We should have him around more often," said David.

Don looked slightly uncomfortable not having seen what was now General Jack O'Neill since his rookie year. He had hoped that Jack would simply fill the favor but from his behavior Don could tell that things were more complicated. He had tread on some personal and possibly dangerous ground.

"So… good at what?"

"I just gave him some suggestions for your case. But tell me why you need that info."

"Here," Don tossed the file he had received, "take a look. Look familiar?"

"Yes." Jack eyed cautiously.

"My brother disappeared some weeks ago. We haven't heard from him at all. No one has. This all went down after my office used a psychic name Samuel Kraft on a case. It really bugged my brother. Anyways, Kraft was part of a CIA program called Star Gate. I figured that Charlie started digging there using his clearance. It seemed logical so I decided to go the same route."

"Where did you get this?"

"A contact. He said he wouldn't be surprised if my brother got sucked into the 'black hole' as he called it. This was all he would give me. Are you going to help me or not?"

"That's all. Nothing else?"

"Nope, that's all he said. He gave me the file and then left."

Jack felt tied. On one hand he had a man anxiously looking for his brother. On the other he had a classified secret program to think about. He did vaguely recall a Charles something being sent to Atlantis on the last transport. What if that was Don Eppes's brother? The General saw that distress in the younger man's eyes and made a quick decision.

"I'm going to verbally make your security clearance higher. Understand?"

Agent Eppes nodded.

"Don, you have to swear on your life on pain of death that what I'm about to tell you never leaves this room…"

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Atlantis

The mission had been uneventful. No one got hurt. Post mission exams were the greatest that SGA-1 had ever had, an event that led to Charlie being called the 'lucky charm' by Carson. Beckett encouraged Sheppard to take Charlie with him more often. And to that Sheppard did nothing but snort.

As to the naming of the planet, John tried to suggest Dinotopia after Teyla, Ronon, and Charlie had all decided that they liked Monster Playhouse better. But with neither of the Pegasus natives totally understanding Jurassic Park or Dinotopia, and Charlie not willing to change his vote, Monster Playhouse remained the winner. So it was that M6X-9845 was officially listed as none other than Monster Playhouse in the data banks. Something to which Weir giggled at and Sheppard gave a curt, 'nice going Rodney.' Rodney's response was that Sheppard got to name the puddle jumpers therefore his planet name stuck no matter how bad it was. The Lt Colonel had nothing further to say.

Also, an inquiry to the biologists led the team to believe that the odd monster they saw was indeed from Earth. It appeared to be Falcarius utahensis though not quite appearing like what artists had supposed it might look like. No feelings were hurt in this process. Everybody went home happy.

For all it was worth Charlie had never had a better day in his life. The view he was now seeing out his balcony did wonders to relax him further. It all seemed too good to be true. He could stay here forever. His self-imposed assignment had him living in Atlantis indefinitely compared to the one year he thought he might get out of it. But he was content here. Happy even. Tracking the Wraith was a task he decided was worth more than cognitive emergence theory any day. It would simply have to become something to work on in his free time. Free time was not something easily gotten in Atlantis but he would try.

"Penny for your thoughts," he heard Rodney say.

"Just admiring the view again. I still can't believe I'm here, in Atlantis, in another galaxy for goodness sakes."

"I understand. Every now and then I get that feeling too. It's not quite as incredible as it once was for me since I've gotten somewhat used to it. But when I think of what people are missing back on Earth. It makes the privilege of working here all the greater for me. It's an honor really."

"Yup. Do you ever miss Earth?"

"Sometimes. I miss some of the food and sights I remember there. That's what visiting is for. I wish I could go more often. You have to be an idiot not to think that some places like Niagara Falls or the Grand Canyon are not natural wonders. And don't tell anyone I said this, but sometimes I miss even a bad smell from Earth because of the memories."

Charlie gave a chuckle. "My lips are sealed. Hey, you hungry? I think I need to grab a bite to eat."

"I'll come with you."

"Good. Let's go then." And off they went

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Debriefing half hour later

"So you didn't find any technology?" Elizabeth was beginning to wonder if there was any technology on 'Monster Playhouse' although it would be considered the newest hotspot for the expedition. She had let the reports leak out on purpose. The news of dinosaurs, Earth dinosaurs at that, had in fact reenergized the morale around here.

"No. We saw dinosaurs as you call them," Teyla replied.

"You know that planet may become a beta site. People are eager to see the dinos, civilian and military. Your pictures are amazing. But I'm not surprised at the reaction. Dinosaurs seem to be something that can attract the attention of anyone from Earth. They are almost magical and now we can see them, hear them, and study them in person."

"Yeah it's amazing isn't it? I wonder how the Ancients managed to get so many different species together in the same place?" Rodney was more thinking to himself out loud.

"I still have one question for you Rodney. Do you think we should bring in paleontologists or leave this to the biologists we have here?"

"We could bring in one that I know personally. I don't see a need for a whole new team. These dinosaurs are alive so I think our guys can handle it pretty well. As far as the paleontologist, ask for an Edgar Wilmington. If presented with evidence I know he'll come. He's easy to persuade."

"Good. Now John, what are the plans for your next trip there?"

"I was thinking we could take a puddle jumper to map out the planet. It would help us to determine some good sites for research complexes. And we could cover more ground. Take some pictures. Gather plant samples. I want to make sure that it's fully safe before we start sending research teams. This place is like a prehistoric Earth. I don't think anyone knows what to expect exactly. Better safe than sorry."

"I agree. Charlie, this may sound silly but Carson has asked that you tag along. Is that ok with you?"

"Fine by me."

"Ok then. You have another visit in two days. Rodney, take whatever is necessary to gather what you think your scientists will want samples of."

"Got it."

"Alright. You're dismissed."

As SGA-1 walked out Sheppard couldn't help but turn to Charlie. "Lucky charm. I might as well tell Elizabeth that Beckett practically ordered me to put you on my team. He thinks you just might bring us some stability. Something about you being cautious. What is it about you scientists?"

Charlie offered a grin. "Figure that for you own self. I didn't ask for anything and I wouldn't call myself lucky either. Don't worry about me. I've got a lot to work on."

"If you're going to tag along I might as well test your shooting skills."

"Sounds like a good idea."

"When are you available?"

"I'm available now and till seven tonight."

"Might as well go now I suppose."

"That's alright with me. Lead the way Shep."

Inwardly he was thinking about how much fun this would be. He wasn't a bad shot. His brother had taught him to shoot already. Going to the shooting range had been something that Charlie and Don had been able to do together. It didn't make him like guns any better but in the end it helped for being here. It was necessary to be able to protect yourself in Atlantis or you would become Wraith food. That was not the way he was going to die. His biggest challenge would be proving that he could shoot straight on the run or in the heat of battle. Charlie was going to prove that he could do just that.