Title: Feels Like Home Part 6/?
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing/Characters: All main Numb3rs characters including Megan (I'm not ready to admit that she's gone!) plus a few original characters. My muse makes me think that there will be some love in here somewhere. I'm just not sure where yet. I think that he's keeping it a secret!
Summary: When a loved one shows up in LA will Don, his family and his team be able to protect her from the life that she's trying to leave behind?
Rating: I'm not really sure how this whole rating system works, so I'm gonna say given the Warnings that I've provided, you should probably be at least old enough to vote if you want to read this story.
Warnings: Adult Themes. Abusive Relationship. If you are at all sensitive to these things, please don't read.
Spoilers: Everything up to the end of Season 4, I suppose
Disclaimer: I own nothing but a notebook and a pen.
Author's Note: All mistakes are mine, as this story has not been beta'd by anyone other than me. Mostly because it's the first piece of fiction that I've written in about 10 years and I'm really nervous about posting it! So if you are the sort of person who offers comments, I implore you to be honest about what you think! If it's poo, please feel free to tell me! I'm going to put on my thick skin for this!

Saturday morning Grace woke up feeling more rested than she had in years. Sitting up in bed, she picked her old stuffed bunny with one eye and a tattered ear up off the bedside table and looked around her childhood bedroom. It was as if no time had gone by at all. The pink gingham curtains that matched the bedding. The matching white bedroom suite. Pictures on the walls of Brere Rabbit and his friends. Family photos on the desk, dresser and bedside table. Getting up to wander around the room and look at photos of when her life was simple, Grace was shocked to see the smile on her own face; remembering how happy she used to be here, realizing that the memories that the Eppes house held for her were probably the happiest times of her life. Looking her bunny in the eye she whispered "Maybe you can go home again."

A loud noise and voices coming from down stairs snapped her back to the present. Grace decided to buy herself a few more minutes by quickly showering and getting dressed before she had to go down and face reality.

Coming down the stairs a short time later Grace was surprised to see a number of strange faces sitting around the dining room table; talking in hushed voices while passing coffee, juice, and various breakfast foods to each other.

Charlie looked up from where he was sitting at the table between Don and a pretty woman with dark features, and smiled "Good morning sleepy-head!"

"Good morning Whiz Kid!"

Alan came over to where she was standing, "You'd better hurry up Little One, if you want to eat this morning!"

Wrapping her arm around her uncle's waist, he kissed the top of her head. "I think I still remember how to fight a few scraps away from Don and Charlie!" Grace said to the table, to her uncle she whispered "I didn't know that you were expecting company or I would have been down sooner to help you."

"You needed to sleep. Besides this motley crew is hardly company; they're practically family and they've come to see you." Grace looked at Alan, not understanding what he was saying. "Three of these folks are Don's team and the other two are Charlie's colleagues." He explained.

Stomping her foot like a petulant child Grace exclaimed, "Don! You promised that we would talk!"

"Gracie, did you really just stomp your foot?" Don laughed.

Blushing and laughing at herself while trying to be serious she said "Yes. I'm very angry at you."

"Uh-huh" Don laughed harder, getting up to pull out the chair at the head of the table for her. Taking his seat to her right Don went around the table making introductions.

Alan took the seat to Grace's left, putting a plate of toast and fruit in front of her. "Eat." he commanded.

After the breakfast dishes had been cleared away to the kitchen Don poured himself another cup of coffee and casually asked "Well Grace, should we talk about the elephant in the room?"

Letting a beat pass while she let out a slow breath Grace answered "I suppose so, seeing as the troops have been gathered."