Title: Clue
Author: Evenstar656
Disclaimer: The "Numb3rs" characters belong to CBS and unfortunately I'm just borrowing them for this story, and all of the other characters are mine. Also the 'Clue' game characters belong to whoever makes the game, I'm pretty sure it's Parker Brothers.
Summary: A serial killer is on the loose and he chooses his victims based on the game 'Clue'. Will Don and Charlie find the killer in time?
Author's Notes: I decided to write this after the success of my other story, "Bad to Worse". My favorite board game is 'Clue' and my favorite show is 'Numb3rs', so I decided to combine them. I hope you enjoy!
Clue
9 locations
6 potential victims
6 weapons
1 killer
Chapter I- Colonel Mustard
7:36 PM Unknown Residence
The house was dark except for a couple of lights coming from the kitchen. There was a man, probably in his late 50s, sitting down in the dining room eating. The man's silver hair glistened in the low light. A TV's drone filled the air piercing the silence. A black figure crept up to the man producing a crisp white rope that stood out against the black gloves. The figure raised the rope and pulled it tight around the man's neck.
The man struggled until he went limp in the chair, and his blue-green eyes rolled into the back of his head. The black figure laid the rope down next to the dinner plate, and also put a card in the middle of the plate. The figure took out a small piece of paper with 'Special Agent Eppes, FBI' on it, and placed it on the table
9:58 AM Unknown Residence
The yard in front of the house was swarming with people when a dark blue Suburban pulled up to the curb in front of the house. Agents Don Eppes, Terry Lake, and David Sinclair got out of the vehicle, walked up to the front of the house, and under the crime scene tape.
The inside of the house was bustling with police personnel. An officer walked up to the trio of agents.
"Who are you?" the officer questioned.
"Don Eppes, FBI," Don said flashing his badge at the officer.
Terry and David also held up their badges.
"Right this way," the officer said leading the agents to the dining room.
There was a buzz of activity around the body, which was still slumped in the chair.
"If you don't mind me asking officer, why are we here?" Don asked looking confused.
The officer took a bag from a CSI who was tagging evidence. Inside the bag was the note the killer had left.
"The killer left this for you," the officer answered handing the bag to Don.
Don saw that the note was addressed to him. Terry and David were looking over Don's shoulder, as he flipped the note over and read the message, 'Let the game begin'. Confused, Don handed the note to Terry.
"Who is the victim?" Don asked.
The officer pulled out his note pad.
"The man is Robert Mackenzie. He is a retired Army colonel who worked in cryptology. His wife went to the beach with some of her friends. She is on her way downtown. He has a son Jack, who goes to CalSci. We also found this."
The officer handed Don another bag. Inside the bag was a card to the game 'Clue'. The card was Colonel Mustard.
"The man was strangled with rope," the officer said handing Don a bag with the rope in it.
Don turned to Terry and David.
"I want to know everything about the victim, Robert Mackenzie. Also get Evidence Response down here to get the evidence down to the FBI lab. We need to talk to the rest of the family. I'm going to go talk to the wife and son," Don said before turning back to the officer. "Officer, I'd like the wife and son taken to the field office, we can take their statements there."
"I guess we can arrange that,"
"Good," Don said leaving.
Terry and David followed him, both wondering why the killer left a note specifically for Don.
10:16 AM FBI LA Field Office
The wife and the son were in the interrogation room, when Don and Terry arrived to speak with them. The family was still in shock from the news of their loved one's death and was of no help to the investigation.
"Are you sure you don't know of anyone who could have done this? No one at work, the army, school, the supermarket, anyone? Anyone who would want to get revenge on any of you?" Don asked, getting frustrated.
"No, my husband has been retired for a couple of years. He never said that anyone was angry at him or wanted to kill him or us," the silver-headed woman said tearing up.
"No one I know is angry at me," the son said comforting his mother. "Do you think that it had something to do with us?"
"We don't know right now," Terry said.
"Call us if you think of anything, even if it seems minor," Don said handing the two people his card.
"Who could have done this?" the woman said bursting out into tears.
Terry handed the woman a box of tissues. The woman took a few and left with her son.
"That was a waste," Don said pinching the bridge of his nose. "What do you think?"
"They seem legit; I don't think they're hiding anything."
Don and Terry left the room and went back to their desk. Don sat down and propped his feet on his desk.
"What was is the connection with 'Clue'?"
"Well the vic was a colonel, and he was killed with a rope in the dining room," Terry said smirking while sitting on Don's desk.
"All I remember about the game is that a guy named…Mr. Body is murdered and you have to find out who killed him. Does this guy want us to play or what?"
"I don't know. I'm guessing we're supposed to figure out who he is or something."
"You're supposed to be the forensic psychologist," Don said smiling.
Don got up and walked over the dry erase board, and picked up a marker.
"What do we know about the game 'Clue'?"
"The people?"
Don nodded and got ready to write.
"Well there is Colonel Mustard, Mrs. Peacock, Miss Scarlet, Mr. Green, Mrs. White, and someone else."
Don wrote down all of the characters.
"Oh, Professor Plum."
"What are the weapons?" Don asked.
"Didn't you ever play?"
"I stopped playing after Charlie kept winning every game."
Terry smiled and continued.
"Weapons, lets see, there's the rope, revolver, knife, wrench, candlestick, and the lead pipe."
"What's next?"
"Rooms, and there is the dining room, kitchen, conservatory, ballroom, billiards room, the study, the hall, the lounge, and the library."
Don finished writing everything down.
"Okay, we've eliminated Colonel Mustard, the rope, and the dining room," Don said putting a line through the clues given.
David walked in as Don finished drawing the last line.
"There were no prints on anything. Also the paper used for the note is regular printer paper, sold at thousands of stores across the globe. The same thing with the ink, a standard cartridge for laser jet printers, also sold at thousands of stores around the globe."
"So we have nothing?" Don asked sitting down at his desk.
"Evidence wise, yes. However the killer knows you, the note was left specifically for you."
"Maybe someone from a previous case has a grudge," Terry said getting off the desk.
"We can go through some of your old cases to see if there is someone who would have a grudge at you."
"Right, but there would be a lot of people who would want to get even. Remember I used to work in Fugitive Recovery," Don said standing up.
"Well, you are the only link we have," Terry replied with a tone that said 'to shut up'.
"Let's get started. Let's get some more people on this," Don said heading down the hall to the records room.
7:59 PM FBI LA Field Office
The rest of the day was a bust. There were no leads, and most of the people from Don's cases were in jail and were going to remain there for a while. Don, Terry, and David were the few people left in the building, and David had left to go get coffee.
"What time is it?" Don asked leaning back in his chair.
"Almost 8," Terry said without looking up from the file she was reading.
"Shit," Don said standing up and grabbing his things.
"What's wrong?"
"I was supposed to pick Charlie up 30 minutes ago," Don said before leaving.
"Don't forget you're supposed to take me home, my car is in the shop."
"Come on, I can drop you off after I get Charlie."
8:22 PM Math Department Parking Lot
"Hey Charlie, sorry I'm late," Don said walking with Charlie down the parking lot since the only place to park a big vehicle was at the end of the lot.
"Its okay, I had stuff to do," Charlie answered sounding irritated.
The parking lot was almost empty. The street lamps gave the lot an orange glow.
"I take it you had a bad day," Charlie said readjusting his bag.
"You could say that. What's for dinner tonight?"
"I don't know."
A blinking light under a car caught Don's attention. There was also a faint beeping noise. Don realized, bomb, and tackled Charlie as a blinding light pierced the darkness. A surge of wind and heat blew debris over the brothers. Don was positioned protectively over Charlie as a tire landed a few feet away in front of them. Charlie heard Don suck in a deep breath as a piece of debris flew past them. Don looked around once everything settled.
Terry jumped out of the Suburban after the debris settled, and ran as fast as she could to Charlie and Don.
"Are you going to get off of me?" Charlie asked.
"Yeah sure," Don said rolling off of Charlie.
Don tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in his back stopped him. Charlie sat up, looking at the damage done to the parking lot. Charlie looked at Don on his knees and saw blood on his white shirt.
"Don, your back," Charlie and Terry said in unison.
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