A/N: Hello I'm back and ready to give you what might be the second last chapter. Oh yah! I'm so happy I got so many reviews for this story! I'm glad people like it, if they didn't I'd be sad and revert to writing CSI stories for the rest of my life. But people like it and I'm going to continue writing Numb3rs fanfiction because I just love Charlie and Don. Ah I have this really hard tech project. I have to design my own computer and this is my worst class. AHHHHHH! Anyway there's the twelfth chapter. Ireally hope you like it.

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Todd swung open the door in a violent rage, "You little fxxk! You tricked me!" He screamed as he advanced on a groggy Charlie, startling him from his restless doze.

"Huh?" Charlie wiped the sleep from his eyes. He saw Todd's red face and struggled to sit up. He knew that Todd had figured out what he and Jordan had done.

"It was my idea! Leave him alone!" Jordan yelled, she knew she could take any beating Todd could dish out from experience. She also knew that Todd loved to beat anyone who was new. He took a particular interest in causing people pain.

Todd glanced at her in passing, but ignored her. Charlie backed up into the corner and his eyes darted from place to place, but there was no where for him to go. Todd wrapped his fingers around Charlie's throat and squeezed it tightly.

Charlie struggled desperately to breathe in, rasping difficultly. His vision started going red and then it started to fade to black. Suddenly a gush of oxygen was allowed to enter his lungs and the fingers relinquished their hold on him. However, Todd was no where near done. He knew it and Todd knew it too.

Charlie's vision cleared and he felt Todd grab his wrist and twist it painfully, "Please, stop it," he pleaded just before he heard it crack. He screamed out as agony shot up and down his arm. He cradled it close to his body with his other hand.

"Get me a baseball bat!" Todd ordered and almost immediately he had a wooden one in his hand. He brought it down brutally on Charlie's torso, a scream echoed through the air as Charlie curled into a ball to protect himself.

Jordan watched with unbelievable horror and the knowledge that she was next. Never before had Todd beaten anyone with anything other than his fists. She was being held back in a painfully firm grip, but she knew it was nothing compared to what her friend was going through.

He felt the bat battering him and he desperately wished it would all end. He thought he heard a distant yell, "Charlie! I'm here! I'm coming," but he didn't dare to believe it.

He heard the bat clatter to the ground and an arm wrapped round his torso painfully lifting him up, "Don't move!" He heard Todd yell to someone else as a round cold piece of metal, a gun, was pressed against his skull, "or I'll blow 'little brother' away."

Charlie realized that Don was there, Don had found him! "Donnie!" He tried to yell, but it came out as a dry squeak, "Help."

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Don didn't know what to expect as he ran into the warehouse with his team, but he didn't expect what he saw. The man from one of Tommy's sketches was beating Charlie with a baseball bat.

"Charlie! I'm here! I'm coming!" He screamed as he ran forward, he noticed that Charlie didn't acknowledge him. Was it punishment for not finding him sooner? Or was he just too preoccupied with pain?

It seemed as though everything was in slow motion, the bat fell and Don felt an invisible force keep him from continuing his mad dash forward. He watched as Charlie was hauled to his feet and the barrel of a handgun was pressed firmly to his temple.

"Don't Move!" The man ordered menacingly. Don noticed that Charlie's eyes were glued to the floor, "Or I'll blow 'little brother' away," Todd's words were calm and icily cold.

Don watched as Charlie raised his red rimmed eyes to his and rasped disbelievingly, "Donnie!" The tortured sound of his brother's voice tore his heart out and ripped it to pieces as he finished, "Help."

"Let him go," Don said slowly.

"What if I don't want to?" Todd asked as he raised his brow.

A woman was being held a short ways away and Don made a decision that would've been difficult for anyone else, "Listen, let them go. Take me as your hostage. I'm an FBI agent, they'll leave you alone if your negotiating with my life," it was the easiest thing in the world for Don, as long as he got Charlie somewhere safe, he didn't care what happened to him.

"Sounds good to me," Todd lied, he was planning to take Don as an additional hostage instead.

"Ok, let Charlie go then," Don told him, "And her." He pointed to Jordan.

"I'll let them go as soon as your over here, I promise, " Todd bargained.

Don narrowed his eyes, a promise wasn't a guarantee, it was a way to trick him into thinking Todd was telling the truth. People only said that when what they were saying didn't sound credible in their own ears, "Ok," he answered in a shaky voice as he stepped forward.

"Don't Don, please," Charlie begged in a whisper, he wanted out, but not at the sacrifice of his brother, "Don't do it Donnie."

"What are you doing!" Terry asked angrily, she didn't want Don to put himself in that position.

"I know what I'm doing," Don snapped angrily at the both of them, but more Terry than Charlie.

"And what is that?" She replied in an equally angry voice.

"Saving Charlie," he whispered and walked purposely toward the terrorist. He only expected the two men to be there and was surprised when a third grabbed him roughly, "huh?"

"I lied," Todd smiled smugly and his man took Don's gun and handcuff's away from him.

"I knew that," Don said. Megan, Colby, Terry and David weren't sure what to do. They couldn't risk a shootout because they might hit Don, Charlie or the woman.

The man was about to use Don's cuffs to secure Don's hands behind his back, but Don elbowed him in the stomach and broke away.

Don tackled Todd before the terrorist had time to react, being careful not to tackle his brother at the same time. They wrestled on the floor and Todd came out on top, pointing his gun triumphantly at Don's head. Don's arms were pinned down by Todd's knees and he was helpless to move. He watched in horror as Todd fondled the trigger and Don closed his eyes as it was pulled.

Bang!

Don felt an immense weight on him, Am I dead? He wondered. Slowly the weight was pulled off of him and he opened his eyes. Todd lay dead beside him. Colby had pulled the man off of him and Don turned his head to see Terry wearily holstering her gun after the fatal shot.

"Don, are you okay?" David asked as he leaned over the other agent.

"I'm fine, how's Charlie?" Don questioned anxiously as he pushed himself up. He saw the other two men being arrested by Megan and Terry.

"I dunno, the ambulance is on its way," David answered carefully.

Don went over to his fallen brother and knelt over him, "Charlie…" but no answer came, "C'mon Buddy, wake up."

"He hit his head on the way down," an unfamiliar voice told him, Don looked up at the woman that had been a hostage with Charlie.

"Oh," Don replied, "Where's the other hostage? Mike?"

"Dead," she answered shortly.

Sirens appeared and the paramedics took Charlie from him, he went to follow them into the ambulance and saw the woman being loaded into another. Don climbed into the ambulance and took Charlie's hand gently in his own, "I'm here Buddy. I'll take care of everything and all you have to do is hold on."

He squeezed Charlie's hand gently and was sure he felt Charlie squeeze weakly back. He sat there in silence as Charlie's other hand was splinted for a break and bandages were wrapped round his ribs.

"I'm so sorry, Buddy," he whispered sadly.