Same old disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.
This is just pure fluff.
Surprise!
"I can't believe Charlie's the one who needs help," FBI Agent Terry Lake said as she and her partner, & Charlie's older brother, Agent Don Eppes walked the halls of the university where Charlie was a math professor.
"Well, he said it was important, so I guess it must be."
"Yeah, but why would he need the FBI's help? Doesn't he have high security clearance?"
"Yeah, but sometimes, it's a relief to hear him ask."
The two federal agents rounded a corner and entered the building. They were met at the door to a classroom by Amita.
"What's going on?"
"Surprise!" Twenty-odd people yelled out as the two agents walked in.
"What's going on?" A confused Don questioned as David Sinclair came over with colorful drinks, each containing a tiny umbrella, and handed one to each agent.
"Did you know about this?" he questioned Terry, who just grinned.
"Happy Birthday, Don!" Charlie said as he came over with a cake covered in white and blue frosting.
"Happy Birthday, son," Alan Eppes said as he followed his younger son.
"Go ahead, make a wish," Amita said.
"Okay."
Don made his wish and was about o blow out the candles when someone began shaking him and saying, "Don! Wake up! You're snoring!"
When he opened his eyes, he was greeted with a cupcake covered in blue & white frosting.
"Happy Birthday!" Terry greeted him.
"What the…How did you…?"
"What, you think I'd forget your birthday?"
"I was hoping so."
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
"Hey Don, happy birthday," David said as he approached the other two agents.
"What do you have there?"
"The police caught that serial rapist we've been looking for."
"That's good. Now, Don, wake up, you're snoring."
Don woke up, again, and found himself in his darkened bedroom. He looked at the illuminated face of his watch and saw the time and date.
"Happy Birthday, Don," he whispered to himself.
-The End.
Okay, I know it's corny, but, like I mentioned before, it's just some fluff.