Disclaimer: The characters of Numb3rs are not belonging to me.

Sorry guys this is not my best work. My muse left me during this chapter so if this chapter seems kind of sucky that is why.

Chapter 11

Don left his father with a counselor, a special agent whose job it was to offer up comforting words that usually fell on deaf ears. Walking back into the den David approached him.

"Don," he started, "we need you to tell us what the scene looked like when you left." Don winced internally at the use of the word scene. This was not the den in the house he grew up in but the scene of an investigation.

Get use to it Don, you have to be in your head for this.

Looking around he pointed to the desk, "Those papers where, uh, outside."

Terry arched an eyebrow, "Outside?"

Don nodded, "Other than that it all looks the same."

"Don," Terry pushed, "why were those papers outside?"

Don scowled but didn't shy away from the question. "I threw them out the window. I got frustrated with the answers, or rather lack of answers I was getting from Larry and Charlie and threw the papers out the window."

Terry looked hard at her partner but David seemed to ignore it. "Larry already told us that he and Charlie went out and gathered the papers." Terry gave David a surprised look. Don saw the look, he had seen the look she had given him after he admitted to losing his cool, and he was trying to ignore her altogether.

"Has Larry been able to answer any questions?" Don asked David.

David shook his head, "I don't know. When he got there I asked him about the last time he saw Charlie and what they were doing. I left when he started working with the accountants." He took a look at his watch, "Don, we are done here. It's time to get back to the office."

Don nodded, "How many agents are being left at the house?"

Terry answered, "Three, not counting the counselor and the shadow your dad is going to have from now until we get Charlie back."

Don turned and headed back into the kitchen. Alan was still sitting at the table staring off into space. The counselor was setting a glass of water in front of him. She was use to parents being determined to not be comforted; all Alan needed was some time.

"Dad," Don started bringing Alan out of his revere, "We are heading back to the office. There are going to be agents placed at the house and Cathy is going to stay with you."

Alan looked at the counselor, "You can take her with you." Don had to smile; his dad had always been stubborn.

"No Dad," Don replied, "Cathy is going to stay just a little while. Ok?"
Alan shot a glare in Cathy's direction, "Whatever."
Don clapped his dad on the shoulder and turned to leave, but Alan grabbed his arm.

"Bring him home Donnie, bring him home."