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A/N: Howdy, howdy, howdy! So this is the last chapter-- the epiloge-- the end of a journey. ...a really short chapter that I stuck in because it entertained me. I know it's a bit late, but hey!, at least I hadn't left it on a cliffhanger! So yeah, now y'all have seen my writing abilities in the fanfiction of Numb3rs. My one question I have for you all as I finish off this story is, do you think I should write more? I have another story started on my computer called 'Hide and Seek', in which three guys kidnap Charlie and force him to help them find DB Cooper's treasure. That and I have a few one shot ideas. Anyways, all reviews, as usual, are GREATLY appreaciated, and I hope you all have and will enjoy this story! Thanks so much people!!

"Yes Dad," Don sat on the edge of the chair talking into the portable house phone, "Yes… Dad Charlie is fine… I am fine too Dad… I promise, you don't need to come home… Yeah, that's why we got you out of the house… I know, I know… No, just have fun, visit with Aunt Bella… yes Dad, Charlie will be in bed early tonight, I will make sure…Ok… Alright Dad…Love you too…I'll tell him… Goodnight."

Charlie smiled, "Everything alright with Dad?"

Don sighed heavily, a smile twitching at his face, "Yeah. It took me like ten minutes to convince him that he didn't have to come home."

"Is he, uhh... Ok?" Charlie questioned.

"Well, you know," Don ran his hand over his rough face, "He figured out that something was wrong, he just didn't know what. I told him the basics, I didn't want to tell him too much though. He knows you got shot, and that someone was after you. But that's about it. I told him you're ok, and he'll be ok too. He's going to stay with Aunt Bella until Saturday; his bus comes in at ten-thirty at night."

Charlie hesitated before his next question, "Are you alright?"

Don breathed deep as he slumped fully into the seat of the chair, "I think I am. I mean… I would have never thought something like this would happen. Hey Charlie..."

"No," the younger brother spoke instantly.

Don frowned, "What? You don't even know what I'm going to say."

Charlie half laughed as he sat down across from Don on the couch, being careful of his hurt arm, "You say the same thing to me every time I get hurt. I am not going to quit working for the FBI."

Don laughed; his brother really was a smart ass, "Well how about you just stop consulting on anything where I can't watch over you the whole time."

Charlie rolled his eyes, "I'm not six anymore Don. You don't have to protect me, and beat up the bad guys for me."

Don looked almost sad as he spoke, "I can try."

Charlie got up and wandered aimlessly into the dining room. There was many things Charlie could and couldn't handle, though at the top of the can't handle list, was watching Don break. Ever since Charlie could remember he looked up to Don. By the time the younger Eppes was four and Don was nine, he was smarter than him, though Charlie always seemed to think that Don had all the answers. The brother's had their fights and arguments as they grew up, though Charlie continued to seek Don's approval and idolized him. It was on the rare cases when Don would break and show the chink in the armor that Charlie hated to see.

"Don, it's not a big deal," Charlie forced his voice of any emotions, "I mean, the chances of what happened… I statistically have a better chance of being hit by lightening, or being fatally shot in a robbery or being hit and killed by a car at a crosswalk…"

"Alright," Don stood to his feet as well, "Is this supposed to make me feel better Charlie?"

"I'm sorry," Charlie frowned, "What I'm trying to say is that this already happened. The odds of it happening again are astronomically low, so you have nothing to worry about."

Don actually smiled as he looked at Charlie, "So now we go on to being hit by lightening, getting shot in a robbery and getting hit by a car?"

Charlie laughed, "Don, I like working for you. I love the excitement of it all, and the amazing feeling that I get when we've helped someone. And in the end, I've helped someone here."

"You've helped more than someone with this Charlie, you've helped the whole country," Don pointed out.

Charlie shrugged this off.

"Yeah," it's was Don's turn to laugh, "A regular Clark Kent."

"You know I think you read too many comic books as a kid," Charlie shot out.

"I think you read too many geek books as a kid," Don retorted before quickly changing the subject, "Now, about these consulting gigs you do."

"I'll make you a deal," Charlie looked at Don as he slowly headed towards the kitchen.

"Oh?" Don raised one eyebrow.

"You let me continue what I'm doing," Charlie smirked, "And I'll stop telling you what things I could statistically die from first."

The End.