DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Numb3rs characters, of course. This is an AU some things in this fanfic do NOT fit in with the Numb3rs universe.
A/N: Hello! I'm new to the fanfiction world, I've decided after reading a bunch I should make one! So, yeah, this is my first fanfic, unless you count some cringy oc-insterts I wrote back in sixth grade and never finished hahaha. I hope you like this! PLEASE REVIEW!! As a kinda first time writer I would LOVE criticism to make my writing better! Thank you!
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"So, what do you say? Shall we go out tonight?" Charlie's voice cracked as he try to be seductive, causing Amita to chuckle a bit, "We shall." She answered smiling. They continued their stroll through the CalSi courtyard, talking about where they might go for the evening, how their classes went, and well numbers. Why not save their talk for dinner? Well, when your in love, you never run out of things to talk about.
The day was beautiful, the sky was clear and the sun was shining but it wasn't too hot. It was the perfect fall day. The courtyard was clear, other than the few students speedily walking to their next class before the bell rang. And the few birds chirping their ways into migration. It was Charlie and Amita's free period, and once the bell finally rang, they were all alone walking along the sidewalk.
It was calm and quiet, it was a day like any other day. Suddenly, a loud 'bang!' noise was heard from one of the upper floors in the building, a few loud screams could be heard too. This made both Charlie and Amita jump in fear. Gunshot Charlie thought immediately, pulling out his phone to call Don.
"Hey Charlie we should get out of here!-" Amita's panic was cut off by at least three more gunshots, these ones being closer than before. "There's more than one! They're spread out across the building!" Charlie said frantically dialing Don's number while grabbing on to Amita's hand. People started to run out of the building, screaming and searching for safety. As they speedily walked toward the parking lot, someone picked up the phone.
Don was at the office sitting at his desk filling out paperwork when he got the call. Looking at the number, he realized It was Charlie's. Without hesitation, Don answered, "Hey Charlie what's up-"
"Don! There are multiple shooters in the building! Me and Amita are outside and Larry is sick a-nd-" Charlie rushed out his words like a waterfall in a frightened tone. Hearing his made Don stand up abruptly and start gathering his team. He heard screams of people at the other end of the line. He spoke as calm as he could being that his brother was in potential danger, "Alright Charlie, where are you?"
"CalSci-" He was cut off by even more shots, these ones being even closer than before... almost as if the shooter was outside now too. This time Don heard the shots, his pace quickened as concern grew. "Charlie! I want you to get out of there ok! We're on our way!" Don said demandingly.
"O-ok..." Charlie huffed out, him and Amita were running now, still holding onto each other. They, along with many other people ran to the parking lot, LAPD cars could be heard in the distance, and so could shots and screams. They would be safe soon. Charlie and Amita ran up to Charlie's car, as Charlie frantically tried to unlock the door, a student came running up to him.
He had a thick brown jacket on with the hood up, covering his eyes. The man caught his breath and said, "I know what you are Eppes..."
Charlie gave a confused look at the man and at Amita, who's expression matched Charlie's. "W-wha-" just then the student pulled a hand pistol out of a large pocket in his jacket. He held it up to Charlie's right eye and didn't hesitate to shoot. Charlie's curls bounced as the shot rang out "Charlie!" Amita shouted as tears swelled in her eyes. She watched as Charlie fell to the grown, blood pouring out of his eye and back of head. What could she do now? She couldn't believe what she saw, she always imagined Charlie and her growing old together, but now in that sudden moment it felt like everything paused. "No!" She cried out, to no avail, he did wake up, he didn't move.
The man then turned the gun to his own head, "And I'll make sure everyone knows too." He pulled the trigger.