A/N: Ok so a few "thank you"s (just random this is not I repeat NOT the last chapter) to Dr.E. Vance, themidnightstar, and Holy-Psychic-Vulpix, for reviewing. However, on a special note to Dr. E. Vance I was going to make it simple and just tie it off but since you feel that way…

Chapter 13

One month later

"I hate paperwork" Don grumbled under his breath shuffling the twentieth sheet of paper (that of course had to be filled out in triplicate)

"A week ago you said you loved paperwork, that it was and I quote 'a break in all the chaos that is an investigation" Terry taunted from her desk that was maybe five to ten feet away from Don

"One, how did you hear that? And two, that was before I had to fill out the forms for damages, medical forms for Jones and…" Don trailed off. He didn't have to mention the report for the man that was gunned down for Terry to know what he was speaking about

"You're right more paperwork, tough case" Terry said offering a small smile to relax some of the tension building in Don

"Still didn't answer how you heard that" Don said smiling back

"You'll never know" Terry said mischievously. Don was going to get up and tickle her (under the cover of looking over her shoulder) but then someone, James Walker, approached his desk with fervor

"Hey Don" James greeted waving with the hand that held a few sheets of stapled paper

"Hey James, what's up? Tell me that's not another assignment" Don questioned but his eyes begged

"This?" James asked waving the paper "No. The paper is what I came here about but it's not another assignment"

"Well then what's up with the paper?"

"Well I was curious about something. May I sit?" Don nodded, relaxing slightly at the relief that this little conference has given him "Well I wanted to know did Charlie, um lend any of his work out?"

"Not that I know of" Don answered completely forgetting that Charlie had indeed been blackmailed into writing the article using his work

"Well that's odd. My younger cousin is a mathematics major and he was reading a math magazine and he left it at my house. I was cleaning yesterday and found the magazine open to the last article he had read. Having nothing better to do-" James and Don snickered at that, but Terry (who had drifted over at this point) just rolled her eyes "-I read the article. Now I didn't understand the entire article, but from what I did understand, it was about how mathematics are starting to play into the way the police force solves their crimes. Some of the analogies sounded familiar and some of the cases definitely sounded very, very similar to a few we've solved"

"Wait, what's the name of the author?" Don asked. It suddenly clicked in his mind what exactly James had read

"Um Dr. Harris, which is why I was wondering if your brother had a pseudonym for some reason"

"No, but there is a story behind this. Can I steal this for a moment?" Don asked while turning towards the phone

"Yeah. Mind if I ask what the story is?"

"Oh, you'll see"

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"CHARLIE! DON'S ON THE PHONE!" Amita shouted up the staircase "He'll be down in a minute" Amita added to Don

"Can you say that again? I think I might have gone deaf…"

"Ha Ha"

"Sorry, couldn't resist. So, while we're waiting, cause we both know that it takes Charlie five minutes to stop working, how are things at the house? Wanted to kill him yet?"

"That one time awhile ago when he locked himself in his room. I know it's stupid, I just never forgot about it for some reason"

"Nah, don't worry about it. I understand. There are little things that I remember from childhood that still urk me. Like this one time-"

"Later Don" Amita added slightly hushed, though her tone suggested she did really want to hear of childhood stories "Here's Charlie"

"Hey Don"

"Hey buddy, guess what one of my friends found?"

"Um…" Charlie thought hard. It must be something that would peak my interest and/or pertain to me…hmmm "Um old equations of mine?"

"Close actually. How about an article about how mathematics are starting to play into the way the police force solves their crimes written by a Dr. Cindy Harris?"

"Well, Don I know it was out there…wait a sec, a friend of yours found it?"

"Yeah, his nephew is a math major and brought it to his house one day and left it. My friend got bored and looked at the spot his nephew had left the magazine on, your article"

"Don as wonderful it is that your friend my article, I don't know why you're telling me, I'd rather just forget the whole thing"

"Well actually, she has nothing to blackmail you with anymore" Don stole a glance at James who looked very surprised and very confused

"Yeah she does I'm still with Amita" Charlie answered with slight frustration in his voice

"Yeah but she's not a student anymore. Does she have any proof that you two were together other then that one conversation she overheard?"

"I don't think so. We were careful-" Charlie paused as his voice hitched slightly "-never to be seen because we knew what it would mean if we were caught. I mean unless she bugged my office or somehow taped us…"

"You've been working with me for too long. So I have an idea…"

"Why don't I like the sound of this?"

"I would have no clue…just one question, do you think Dr. Harris knows what me and Terry look like?"