Disclaimer: I own Jazz. All of the other characters of Numb3rs belong to the creators of the show.

Charlie laughed at the student who swayed from side to side in front of him. He knew she was nervous, but there was no reason for her to be. "You don't have to be sorry," Charlie said. "Minesweeper is a great game. I actually used it to help my brother once."

"I find it hard to believe that Minesweeper could be used to help someone," Jazz replied.

"You know…I'm not angry that you were playing Minesweeper. I think that I understand."

"It's just that I need to do more that one thing at one time. So Minesweeper and math."

"Well, at least now I can understand the method to your madness. Good job figuring out the answer."

"Professor, I don't think that my methods are mad. But it doesn't take a genius to figure out the equations you give us. I just—"

She was interrupted by the vibration of her cell phone. She took it out and answered it. Charlie sat behind his desk as he watched one of his students look as if she was getting into an argument with her cell phone. Her eyes became darker as the conversation wore on. She wasn't saying much, but by the expressions on her face and the tone of her voice when she did, she didn't need to.

"Does it really matter?" Jazz asked. "No…but…well, thank you Captain Obvious. No…we'll talk about this when I want to talk about it. Fine, I'm coming. Shut up! Bye."

She hung up the phone and the intensity in her eyes faded. "Are you all right?" Charlie cautiously asked.

"I'm sorry, Professor, but I have to cut this conversation short," she said, her tone lightening.

"But are you sure you are all right?" Charlie asked.

"I'm fine. It's just an idiot sibling dispute. Bye Professor. Good class today," she said.

She walked out of the room as Charlie's friend, Larry walked in. Larry walked over and leaned against Charlie's desk. "I don't get it, Charles," Larry started.

"What is it, Larry? Is it an equation that you need help with?" a concerned Charlie asked.

Charlie made his way from the back of his desk to the front, joining Larry. "Charles, this has nothing to do with math. It is far more difficult." Charlie looked at Larry intently. "Your students adore you. They actually stay after class instead of racing out of the classroom every day when I dismiss them. How do you do it?"

"Well, actually I developed this formula based on the age and sex of the students to determine the attention span and how I would be able to hold it."

"Really, Charles? Can you please tell me so I become more familiar with my students," Larry asked.

Charles laughed. "I was kidding, Larry. I don't really know why they love my class so much. I was just talking to that student about a game of Minesweeper."

"Minesweeper? An interesting topic."

"An interesting student," Charlie simply replied.

"Charles, you seem like a fan," Larry replied with a smile on his face.

"It isn't anything more, Larry. Ever since the whole Finn Montgomery incident, I have taken more of an interest in my students."

"But Finn wasn't your student. Are you sure that is all about this girl?"

"She is a good student and she wants to learn. I cannot help that I appreciate the enthusiasm. And she just reminds me so much of…" Charlie trailed off.

"Of you?" Larry finished.

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