A/N: I'm sorry to say this, but updating may be extremely random due to the upcoming exams and my English project. I'll try my best to update every week, every two at the very most. I hope you like chapter 15 of my very first Numb3rs story. I hope it's good!
With love
From Me
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The guard looked from Amita to the patient, "Ummm...We may have made a terrible mistake," but he never let go of his firm grip on her arm.
"You have made a mistake. My name is Amita Ramanujuan, please, I am NOT a mental patient. I have my ID in my pocket, just let me take it out and show you," Amita's voice was slightly exasperated from arguing with the two hospital personal.
The guard eyed her suspiciously as the nurse began to wheel Charlie away, "A-mita? Charlie called out weakly. This seemed to be enough confirmation for the security guard and he let go of her, allowing Amita to pull out her ID.
Taking a look the guard apologized, "Very sorry Miss. You can go ahead and visit your friend, he doesn't seem to want you to leave. As for calling Don Eppes, do you want me to call him and notify him of tonights events?"
Amita let out a tiny sigh of relief and nodded curtly, "Make sure to have someone guarding Charl-Dr.Eppes's room, until his brother gets here, just in case," she commented before whipping around and heading toward Charlie's room.
Walking in the door, she noticed the nurse was still there. Just in the process of helping Charlie back into his bed, "Miss?" the nurse asked warily.
Shaking her head, she just showed the nurse her ID and took a chair beside her friend's bed. His eyes were closed and it looked like he was in a peaceful slumber, "Hey Charlie..." she trailed off quietly as she took his uninjured hand and squeezed gently.
Charlie remained silent, but a small smile graced his lips as he squeezed back weakly.
A single tear traced its way down her cheek, hanging for a moment on her chin, before falling onto Charlie's hand. With her head leaned down, resting only inched above the bed, and Charlie's hand, she let the rest of the tears she'd been holding in during the kidnapping fall.
Quietly his hand was distangled from hers and she felt gentle, but weak fingers wipe away the moisture on her face, "Don't... cry...love...you," he whispered.
Amita quickly wiped the rest of her tears on her sleeves and took his hand again, "I love you too, Charlie. So don't you get into anymore trouble."
She rested her head on a empty space on the bed, only going to rest my eyes for a minute, she thought. Soon however, both of them were sleeping peacfully, her hand still clasped in his.
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"It's too late Donnie! He's mine," an unknown shadow taunted him, pressing the barrel of the gun into his little brother's skull.
"Just let him go," he pleaded, "I'll do anything you want."
"You can't do for me what he can," the dark clothed man reminded him.
"Not again...Don, why?" Charlie's eyes were filled with betrayal, why hadn't his brother protected him?
"Please..."
"Back up, or he's gone," the man warned angrily.
Don stood his ground, unwilling to leave his brother alone with a madman. Besides, he needed Charlie, he wouldn't kill him.
"Bad boy, Donnie. Say goodbye to your baby bro," the man playfully squeezed the trigger, undermining his thoughts on the manand the sound of a gunshot rang thoughout the air.
"CHARLIE!" Don ran to his brother and knelt beside him, lifted the younger man's head onto his lap, "Talk to me Buddy." The man in the shadows just smiled as he walked away, knowing Don would be too involved in trying to save his brother to chase him.
"Why...Donnie, why didn't you protect me? Don't you love me?" The hurt in his brother's eyes scorched his heart and made it crumble into tiny pieces.
"Of course I do, Buddy. Just hold on..." but he had no response. Charlie's eyes were closed, he was gone, "Oh god, Charlie! CHARLIE NO! WAKE UP BUDDY!"
The ringing a of a cell phone ripped Don from his nightmare, "Eppes..." he answered quietly.
"This is Gary Fredrick, from the hospital. There has been an incident involving Dr. Charles Eppes-" but the security guard was cut off.
"No-" Don feared his nightmare had partially come true, that his brother was gone, "Oh god, is he okay?"
"One of the doctors tried to kidnap him, but a Miss Ramanujuan was able to stop him," the guard finished, "He's in his room resting at the moment."
Don let out a sigh of relief that Charlie was seemingly fine, "Is Amita okay too?"
"Miss Ramanjuan is with your brother and is perfectly fine," Don could tell there was some embarassment in his voice, but ignored it.
"And the doctor..."
"He got away," was the reply and Don hung up abruptly. He needed to get to the hospital as fast as possible. His dream was NOT going to become a reality, not if he had anything to do with it.
He jumped out of his bed at his brother's house, where he'd slept that night, not wanting to leave his father alone, and dressed quickly. Snatching his gun off the night table and holstering it, he wrote a short note to stick on the outside of his father's door.
Gone to visit Charlie
Don
The ride the hospital was unbearably long, minutes crawled by like hours until he finally got sight of the large building. Parking as close as he could to the hospital he leapt out of his car, locked it using his remote and jogged into the building, heading straight for Charlie's room.
What he saw there caught him slightly by surprise, but it was a pleasant surprise. Before him lay Charlie slumbering pleacefully, his hand intertwined with Amita's, and her head was resting on the bed, her eyes closed in sleep as well. Upon seeing this, he dismissed the guard he found at the door's entrance, he would protect his brother.
He sank into the nearest chair, not intending to fall alseep, but soon his own head bobbed downward, as he was lulled of to sleep by the sound of the machines monitoring his brother.
Hours passed and no one disturbed the occupants of the room, however, someone was watching them. Taking his chance, Walter Garson snuck into the room.
He closed the door behind him as quietly as he could, but still succeeding in waking the tired agent, but not before confiscating his weapon and stashing it in his pocket, "Huh? Oh Dr. Garson, here to check in on Charlie?" Don hadn't yet heard who the doctor had been, that attempted to take his brother from him again.
Dr. Garson nodded, not believing his luck and approached Charlie. Glancing back at the agent, just in case, he pulled out his pistol and placed it against Charlie's temple, "You weren't told who did it, were you?"
Don's eyes widened in shock, "W-what are you doing," the words flew out of his mouth.
Amita stirred groggily and lifted her head, just to see Walt hovering above her, with his gun aimed at the man she loved, "Oh no, not again," she made to lift the hand not entangled with Charlie's, but he stopped her.
"No no, pretty girl. You've caused me enough trouble already," he waved the gun in her direction, warning her that he would shoot her if nessecary, "Besides Charlie might need a little persuasion at some point. So you're coming with Charlie and I."
"No one is going anywhere," Don told him, reaching for his holster, but found it empty.
"Oh, but we are and there is nothing you can do to stop it," Walt reminded the agent of the fact, he was armed and Don wasn't.
"Don..." a small voice spoke up as the event woke Charlie from his sleep. His eyes traveled from Don, to Amita, and finally resting on Walt. He was now completely awake and could feel the familar coldness on his temple.
"It's too late, Donnie! He's mine," Walt taunted him, and Don winced, closing his eyes tightly. Dreams might not come true, but this last week, he found out, that nightmares certainly do.
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Well I hope you like chapter 15 and I can't help but keep going with this angst. I left you hanging again, of course. All hail me Queen of Cliffies!(Got that nickname in another fandom. P.S. I think I'm going to change my pen-name to that. Well please review, I love them soooooooo much! NO FLAMES!