Hey everyone. Thanks for all of the great reviews! Well, this chapter is basically just about Jazz and her life. There isn't any of Charlie and Don, but I promise that soon there will be some brother interaction. Well, on with the story.
Disclaimer: I own Jazz and her older brother, Rex, who is going to be introduced in this chapter. All of the other characters of Numb3rs belong to the creators of the show.
Jazz walked out of the building and saw a white Excursion directly in her path. She opened up the backseat door and threw all of her bags in the back. She opened the passenger's seat and saw her older brother sitting in the driver's seat. He was tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the song that was playing. Jazz was obviously irritated with his antics. "Why the angry expressions at the older brother, Jaslynn?" her brother asked.
"Rex, if you ever, ever use my full first name again, you will wake up in an unknown place with no recollection of what happened," Jazz threatened turning down the radio.
"Okay, Jazz. My bad. So what took you so long?" Rex asked.
"I was talking to my professor. And why do you look like you just got out of bed? It is passed noon," Jazz said looking at her brother's disheveled appearance.
He wasn't wearing a shirt and his hair was in all different angles of his head. The fact that he decided to grow his hair out didn't help the situation. He had on a pair of surf shorts and was wearing his sunglasses that he never took off. "I had some business to deal with last night. It went late. It was about—"
"I don't want to hear it," Jazz interrupted.
"It was about Carson's party. Or did you forget that it was his birthday tomorrow?" Rex said talking about his best friend.
"Oh crap. What is the date today?" Jazz asked.
"The day before Carson's birthday," Rex said sarcastically.
Jazz punched him in the arm. "So what are you going to do tomorrow, or is little sis not allowed to know?"
"She is. We are going drinking and then we are gonna hit the clubs."
"So I guess I'm not invited. You guys and your over 21-year-old attitudes."
"Sorry, baby sister isn't old enough to drink yet," he said rubbing her head and messing up her hair.
She moved out of the way and slapped his hand. "Two more years, Rex," Jazz replied. "Then you might actually have to start worrying about me again."
"You know that I hate worrying about you. Just as long as it doesn't interfere with your school it's fine with me."
Jazz rolled her eyes, but luckily her brother didn't see it. Rex started the car and drove off the campus starting their two hour (maybe less if Rex decided to become reckless) drive home.
One of Rex's favorite songs came on the radio and he became more interested in dancing in the driver's seat than driving. He let go of the steering wheel, and Jazz quickly grabbed it not wanting the car to drift. "Rex, let me drive," Jazz said.
"Jazz, you can drive the Civic, the Explorer, and the beamer. You can drive any other car in the garage, except this one."
"Then stop dancing and drive!" Jazz said letting go of the steering wheel when her brother's hands were on it. "You cannot be my brother," she whispered rubbing the bridge of her nose.
"I am, and you are stuck with me. Do you need a baby sitter, because a bunch of us are going out tomorrow?" Rex said, putting his arm around her and bringing her close to him.
She pushed herself away from him. "No, I'm not seven. And I won't feel bad about not being able to tag along."
Rex turned down the radio and reached into his pocket. He rolled his eyes when he saw the caller id and as he answered it. "Rex…No…I'm with my little sister…Handle it…No, I put your ass in charge, I expect you to be able to handle a little complication like this…There is a reason why you are my number 2…No…I told you, I'm with my sister…Then find a way, Marcus."
Rex hung up the phone and threw it on his dashboard. He turned the radio up a little louder. "What's wrong?" Jazz asked.
"Don't worry about it."
"Is he coming with you guys?" she said acidly.
"Not, Marcus isn't coming. Not after what he pulled," Rex replied just as cold.
"Finally, you started listening to me. What did he do?"
"Nothing that you need to worry about," Rex replied.
"He is the right hand man in your business. You are my brother. I think that I am entitled to a little worry," a concerned Jazz asked.
"I will handle it Jazz! Let me handle it. Stay out of it. Like I said before, I don't want you involved in my business! Is that understood?" Rex yelled.
Jazz backed off the questions. He never used that line on her. He never lost his temper like he just did. Only when he wanted no argument from her or he wanted to keep her out of his business, which she was completely sheltered from. She sat back against her seat and her brother looked ahead. They didn't say another word to each other the rest of the drive home.
Ok, just to clarify… Rex isn't the leader of some gang. He is more of like in charge of a circuit. Think Dom in The Fast and the Furious. Well, I hope that this chapter was all right. I know that there wasn't much of Charlie or Don, but the story is being set up for something. What that something is, I don't know. Well, please review.
