Disclaimer: Not my characters...expect for one but you'll meet him later.

My first fanfiction...little scary. I'm not so good at that taking the ideas from my head and putting them on paper thing. So read and review and be brutally honest!

Chapter 1

Agent Donald Eppes had never had a more frustrating case in his career. Three weeks chasing dead ends and this guy always changing direction leaving his team out to hang looking inept and slow. And Charlie was not helping his mood.

"Don, it isn't there!" Charlie felt like he was talking in circles. Don heaved a sign and rubbed his eyes. He felt like punching something.

Clenching his hands he looked up at his younger brother, "Charlie there has to be something there. This guy…he…there has to be a pattern or a system of patterns or something!" Charlie felt as frustrated as his older brother but knew that shouting about patterns that should be there would not make them appear. Either the guy they were chasing was very cunning or very stupid. Too stupid to realize that he is changing direction and leaving the FBI out to dry, it was just simply something he did without meaning. Charlie had tried to explain this to Don, which just infuriated the experienced agent even more.

"Charlie," Don started, "This guy is not some simpleton who by chance mixes up his mo. This guy is a smart, sharp, meticulous, particul…the profilers says this guy is intelligent. Extremely high IQ."
"You know Donald," Larry started in, "as I am sure that Charles has explained to you before that having a low IQ and having a high IQ are both abnormal. It is not uncommon for people in both fields to display similar attributes or characteristics…

"Shut up Larry!" Don didn't think he could stand to listen to Larry ramble in that annoying voice of his. He can never just say something he has to ramble on and on.

"Don," Charlie said quite simply.

Don rounded on him, "No Charlie," he started. "I will not calm down. This guy is showing us up, he is making my team look stupid, he is hurting innocent people and we can't stop him."

"Don"

"Charlie, you told me one time that there are numbers in everything, that everything can be laid out into a solvable equation. And now you're telling me that you can't solve this problem."

Charlie put his hands up trying to calm his brother, "Don, any equation is solvable as long as you have all the variables and factors. With this guy we don't have every variable, we're missing something." Don's frustration was growing deeper, he could actually feel his blood pressure rising. The fact that Charlie was staying calm and did not appear to be bothered at all by this case annoyed the hell out of him. Then Don did something that he rarely allowed to happen to him, he let his emotion get the best of him. Grabbing the stack of papers Charlie and Larry had been using to work on the problem he threw them out the window.

"Don!"

"Oh shut up! It's not like those papers held any answers Charlie. All they did is tell me what I already know about this guy. Hell what good are you to me if you can't stop this guy!" With that he turned and stormed out of the house. Charlie stood rooted to the floor staring at the door that Don had just slammed in his face. Larry shifted uncomfortable in his seat wanting at that moment to be anywhere else but there. He knew Don was somewhat of a hero in Charlie's eyes, always had been. Larry watched Charlie carefully for a minute.

Charlie stared at the door for a moment and then heaved a sign of his own. Shaking his head he turned toward Larry, "Let's go get those papers and see if we can get it back in some order." Larry nodded and rose from his seat to head outside with Charlie.