Emily in LA chapter 3

"Dad! I'm home!" Charlie yelled as he opened the front door of his house. Emily followed him inside.

An older man bearing a tray of sandwiches and soda cans walked out of a door to Charlie's right. He had a kind face and warm eyes.

"Hey, Charlie. I was just making sandwiches. Amita and Larry are already in the garage."

The older man noticed Emily standing just behind Charlie.

"Who is this lovely young woman?" He asked Charlie.

"Oh. Yes. Dad, this is Dr. Emily Taylor. She's a CSI from Miami that's helping me and Don with the case."

"A CSI? Really?" The elder Eppes said, as he looked her up and down.

"Yes. It's nice to meet you sir." Emily replied with a smile.

"Well it's nice to meet you Dr. Taylor."

"Please, call me Emily."

"Okay, Emily. Will you carry this out to the garage?" The elder Eppes asked as he handed her a tray.

"Sure."

"Have fun!" Mr. Eppes called as she followed Charlie to the garage.

"I have new information." Charlie said as he walked into the garage. Emily set down the tray of sandwiches and sodas and looked around the garage. A pretty, young, Indian woman was smiling at Charlie. A man whose entire look screamed nerd was standing next one of many chalkboards set all around the room.

"Good, Charles," the nerd said, "Because frankly this algorithm will not be able to be completed unless we have more pertinent information."

"Well before we start, I would like you to meet Dr. Emily Taylor. She's a CSI from Miami that was sent out to help Don with the case. Don has assigned her to us for now." Charlie said.

"Hi." the Indian woman stepped forward, offering her hand. "I'm Amita."

Emily smiled and shook the young woman's hand.

"I'm Larry," the nerd said, stepping forward. "If you don't mind my inquiring, exactly how old are you?"

"Sixteen." Emily replied.

"Wow…" Amita said softly.

Charlie smiled. "She's read some of my papers."

Larry shook his head. Amita smiled.

"All you have to do to get on Charlie's good side is stroke his gigantic ego a little bit."

Emily laughed.

"Hey!" Charlie protested indignantly, "I do not have a gigantic ego!"

Amita just shook her head and grabbed a sandwich off the tray.

Hours later they had been through all the files, and had plugged all the information they could find into the algorithm.

"I found it," said Charlie. "I've found the point of intersection."

Emily looked up eagerly from the file she was mulling over.

"It's here." Charlie said, "This particular time about eight years ago. The three agents were all in this area together. Many parts of their lives seem to correspond at this point, such as the area they lived and worked in, and the areas they visited. The patterns match."

"Charles, I don't see anything in these files that gives any support to that argument." Larry said.

"Maybe it's not in the files." Emily interjected. "Maybe this was something the FBI withheld from the information we could get."

"I'll talk to Don and do a little digging. That can wait for tomorrow, though. Why don't you guys stay for dinner? Don will be home soon."

Amita, Larry, and Emily gratefully accepted the invitation, and followed Charlie back to the house, where the aroma of roast chicken welcomed them.