Hi. Just like I promised here is a new chapter before December is done. I can't believe how hard it was! I've been working on this chapter since I posted chapter 4 the first time. And I don't remember when that was. It's not as good as I would like it to be but it's a good thing I spent time on this or it wouldn't even be as good as it is (SORRY!).

Well the good news is that half of the next chapter is already done so hopefully it won't take as long to post. It will still take me time between chapters so I hope your patience stays true. Thanks to everyone who has been reading, reviewing, and waiting. MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Charlie looked at his watch as he walked down the hall and started moving faster, almost at a run, as he realized how late he was. In fact he was so intent on loosing no more time that he almost went flying out the door and down the stairs before he stopped and turned around. When he did he saw Larry and Amita with grins on their faces.

"Forget something Charles?" Larry asked as he and Amita walked down the stairs to join him.

"I'm sorry. I lost track of time."

"We know" they synchronized.

"So what were you working on?" The two were now walking to either side of Charlie to the parking lot and Amita's car. "Oh, and did you find the girl?"

"Girl?" asked Amita with raised eyebrow and 'knowing grin'.

"Yeah, she was in my room when I got back from lunch. She said she left the papers on accident and honestly didn't know what the numbers meant."

"Numbers? What numbers? What girl? What papers?" there was a confused look on her face. Charlie cocked his head to one side and Larry gave one of his 'might as well' gestures. The story was told yet again to be met with a thoughtful "huh" from Amita. After they got into the car Charlie started going over the statistics for a person being able to do what Angie claimed she could do. That lasted them all the way to the Eppes house.

" . . . and so in conclusion -" Charlie was completing.

"In conclusion what she can do is so rare that there is no way to tell if she is telling the truth" Larry finished for him.

"Exactly!"

"That's the problem" Don greeted from the living room couch. He was sitting on the edge looking at papers, some of which seemed to be forgotten in his left hand by his head. David sat on the chair next to him with the look of a slightly better mood on his face. It was clear they were looking over the papers for their bust. "It's one of the most inventive cover stories I've heard in a while, that's for sure."

"If it is Don, if" Charlie corrected as he walked into the kitchen to greet Allen and Terry who were preparing dinner. Larry and Amita sat down at the dining room table and waited patiently for Charlie to return. A few minutes and he came back with a bag of chips that he placed in front of his friends, who dived right in, and sat down next to Amita. A few seconds later and they had their laptop and papers sprawled out to cover their surfaces.

"So who do you think she went to?" Larry started.

"What do you mean?" Don came over and grabbed a handful of chips as he grabbed a chair and sat backwards. David did likewise but forward and leaning his arm on the table.

"The one Angie said she brought her stuff to. Charles, did you ask her who it was?"

"No. I forgot about that. I can ask her tomorrow though" Charlie shrugged but his face betrayed his self berating.

"We don't have school tomorrow. It's Friday night" Amita corrected.

"Amen to that" David added with a mock bow.

"So I'll see if I can catch her on Monday, or maybe she'll call us. Before she left I gave her our home number, my cell phone number and your cell phone number" Charlie pointed at Don who gave him a razed eyebrow and leaned back a bit.

"Well I'm glad you're so generous" he answered in mocking tones. "So now we have a person to talk to. Angie said that she thought that person might have an answer for why she can do this . . . whatever it is. Maybe that person can have answers for us."

"It's a place to start" Larry scratched the side of his neck and then laid his chin in his hand for one of those sideways looks.

"Well here's something else to be started on. There's food on the island, go serve yourselves" Allen announced as he was walking to the living room with a plate of his own. Once sitting he turned on the television and dug in. Terry sat at the table with her own plate. With that they all got up, abandoning the chips, and ran to be first in line. By the time they were all back at the table Terry had almost finished.

"So, you were talking about Angie?" Terry asked. She wanted in on the conversation now that she was full.

"Mmm" Charlie nodded with his mouthful.

"He was just saying that he had given her all the phone numbers she could possibly need to get in touch with an Eppes" David supplied.

"Has she tried?"

"Not yet. We're hoping she will during this weekend. If not we have to wait till Monday to talk to her" Amita chimed.

"About what?" Terry knitted her eyebrows.

"We wanted to ask her who she brought her stuff to before I saw it" Charlie had just finished chewing and swallowing so he could jump in again.

"You didn't ask? She was there today and this was all brought to our attention the night before."

"Well, it slipped my mind" Charlie defended himself.

"Did she give any hints to who it was?"

"She said it was a teacher but there was no gender or class to it" Larry answered.

"So why wait? We can go in tomorrow and check the data base on all the teachers at Cal Sci. Maybe something will turn up."

"And what will we be looking for?" Don looked a bit skeptical.

"Anomalies in mathematical patterns, spatial theories, anything along those lines would be good" Amita finished their last guessing.

"Ok so tomorrow Terry, David and I will go down to the office and see what we can find. And the three of you keep digging on these papers of hers. But no promises. We're still working on this last case and it takes precedence." Don started stacking plates and then went into the living room to get his father's. Then grabbing Charlie's shirt, pulled him into the kitchen with him.

"What's that for?" Charlie pulled his arm away.

"While I'm putting all this away you get to start the dishes."

"But Don you said I had to keep digging on those papers" the whining plea was clear.

"I didn't say right now" Don was grinning as he put the stack of dishes into Charlie's arms and maneuvered him to the sink before starting on his end.

Please Review! They really do help get the chapters coming to you faster!