I redid most of the kidnapping at the bottom. It just felt to short to me. Hope you like it. I will have another chapter up before the end of December. PROMISE! I'm halfway through it already. I still know where this is going to end so that means there will be one; which also means I will have to keep writing until I get there too.

Don't forget to R&R and remember, the more feedback I get the more likely I am to write more!

Next day Charlie made his way through the halls of the University. Students were roaming about with backpacks, books, and binders. They weren't too hard to get through but they still slowed you down somewhat. A light breeze was blowing through some of the high open windows along with bright rays of sunlight. Shadows passed over the walls and floors as he went.

He was trying to find Larry to ask him if he knew anything about Angie such as teachers and classes she had. It hit him then that he hadn't told Larry about this discovery. That would be the first thing . . . after finding out where he could reach her of course. Larry was walking down an adjacent hall just in front of Charlie. He called his name and ran up to him falling into step beside him.

"Hey Charles what's up?"

"Do you know a girl by the name of Angie Bronta?"

"A girl?"

"A student who goes here. Blond hair not as tall as I am -"

"Yeah, blue eyes and draws and writes all the time?"

"I think so. Do you know any of her teachers? Any classes? Any extra curricular activities or clubs she might be in?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I just need to talk to her. Can you let her know that I'm looking for her if you see her? It's important."

"Yeah, sure. I'll tell her." He gave him a quizzical look of misunderstanding. "What is this about?"

Charlie led Larry to the closest room, his, and sat him down to catch him up. The same reaction followed just like everyone else's. Larry reassured him that he would send Angie to him if he found her and then headed off to his own class.

He taught his first two classes before lunch and checked again on his break. This time she had checked in for her second class but had also disappeared again to go off campus for lunch so Charlie went and ate his own. School finished and he let out his class. He erased part of the board before remembering to see if Angie had come in again. When he came back to his room to grab his cell in case someone called he found her staring at what remained of the equations.

"Angie?"

"Charlie" she turned around. "I can't believe it but after all that yesterday I still forgot some of my papers here. Have you seen them?"

"Yeah I have. Have you ever tried seeing if they work?"

"No, why?" confusion began spreading across her face.

"Well I found them yesterday and decided to see if they did anything."

"And?"

"The first set I tried got me into the FBI database with the highest clearance I've ever seen and the second did the same with the CIA."

Angie turned white and her eyes went bigger than his and his family had. She leaned against the board now as if she needed its support and stared at the ground for a few moments.

"Angie?" She looked up with glazed eyes. "Are you all right?"

"Yes . . . no. I didn't know that's what they did. That stuff didn't even come to mind I swear!"

Charlie pulled out a chair and motioned for her to sit down and she did. Then he got one for himself.

"Who else have you shown these to?"

"Just my roommate."

"You said you brought them in to show to someone. Who was it?"

"Just a teacher. He told me he had come in to talk to you and forgot them in your room. I don't know if he even looked at them though. I doubt it. Who did you show this to?"

"Allen my father and Don my brother last night after I tried it out."

"The FBI brother?" Charlie nodded. "What did he say?"

Charlie sighed and looked away trying to figure out how to respond.

"He doesn't believe that I don't know how this works does he?"

"No, he's just being cautious. In his line of work he has to be."

"And you? What do you think?"

"I honestly don't know. I'm a mathematician and I deal with equations not patterns someone sees at random that unlock government sites." Angie smiled.

"I guess it is a little confusing. What do I do about it?"

"I don't know."

"For a mathematician who works with the FBI and has one for a brother you sure don't know much." This time it was Charlie's turn to smile. She looked at the clock and got up to leave. "I have to go. Lots of homework tonight. I'll see you later."

"Wait."

Charlie took out a pen and scratched on a piece of paper before tearing it and holding it out to her. "In case you need anything." She took the paper, looked at it, then slid it into her jean pocket, nodded and walked out.

He stayed a bit longer before cleaning up and meeting Larry and Amita out front and go to his house for dinner. What Charlie didn't know was they were his protection that night.

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Angie took the paper out of her pocket and looked at it while she walked to her car. The parking lot was near vacant now on this Friday afternoon so she felt less sheepish smiling about it. As she was about to put the key in the car door she heard two steps and heavy breathing. Before she could utter a sound an arm wrapped around her throat and a damp cloth was shoved in her face. She knew what this was. Haven't there been enough crime shows to explain it? Whoever it was was trying to kidnap her and she knew it. Without thinking she struck out and connected. A growl was heard and she was released. Running to the school was the only thing on her mind. There had to still be someone there, Charlie at least. He was known for staying late. If I could just make it.

Her breathing became raspy and her muscles were cramping. When her mind started to slow she realized what was going on. She had inhaled before breaking free. There was no help for it now. She had to keep going till she got inside, it was her only chance. She managed to reach the quad before stumbling and latching on to a railing. Then she heard a sound that was music to her ears. Someone was walking her way. Using the last of her strength she got up and stumbled forward.

"Help. Please, help me!"

"What's the problem?" asked the woman with a look of utter shock on her face.

"A man . . . a man tried to kidnap me!"

"Where? Can you show me?"

"Yes, in the parking lot. He put a wet cloth over my mouth when he grabbed me from behind." She went light headed for a moment and sat down on the edge of a planter. The woman stood beside her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Did you breathe it in? Is that what's effecting you?"

"Yeah. I think I . . . I think I'm going to . . . to pass out n- . . . now."

With that she collapsed.