NUMB3RS
"Gone"
Chapter 2
A/N: This is gonna be a short story, maybe five chapters. The copyright notice continues with the story…I also don't own Styx. Some language. Please review!
Amita and Charlie walked into the FBI building, still holding hands. If he hadn't been doing so, Charlie thought he'd pass out. It was 17 years ago he'd lost his sister. Wondering if Don felt the same pain, Charlie looked around at the familiar setting.
Colby came up to them. "Hey, Charlie, Amita," he said. "Don's got everything set up over here." He led them to a nearby room.
Don had a projection screen set up, and was examining the evidence from the LAPD with Megan. David was perusing the FBI's database of similar crimes.
"Hey, Charlie. Everything okay?" Megan asked, noticing his sullen expression.
"Oh, yeah, fine."
"Amita, how're you?" asked David.
"Good. Charlie offered lunch after coming here, so I couldn't say no."
"Ahh. An ulterior motive, I see," David laughed.
Don began to explain the case. "According to the information we received from the LAPD, we currently have a robbery that led to the kidnapping of a young child."
"The robbery took place at a high rise apartment, of a Mr. John Young. He's an oncologist at a local hospital. He claims that his wife's pearls and other jewelry were taken. And also that he's missing $25,000. The child kidnapped is his son, Tommy. He's 4."
Charlie, when just about to ask a question, passed out.
"Charlie!" exclaimed Amita, rushing to her unconscious boyfriend.
"God damn it," Don exclaimed, calling an ambulance.
The ambulance arrived a few minutes later, and Amita ran to be in the ambulance with Charlie. As it sped off, Colby and Megan stood with Don in disbelief.
"Hope he's gonna be okay," Colby said.
"I think I know what this is about," replied Don. "I'm going home to talk to my dad. Keep working on the case, call me if anything comes up. I'll call you when I know about Charlie."
About an hour later, Charlie came to his senses at the hospital.
"Hey, 'mita," he said. "Sorry about lunch."
"It's okay, I was worried about you."
Charlie smiled as a doctor came into the room.
"Ah, Charlie, good to see you're up," Dr. Shaw commented. "You're probably wondering what happened."
"I think I know."
"Well, you passed out and hit your head, so we had to put a few stitches in your head, but I'm positive that you're ready to be released under the care of a Dr. Amita Ramunjan."
"Great," replied Charlie.
Amita signed the necessary paperwork, and helped Charlie up.
"Well, I think that I'm going to treat you to lunch, and, if you're feeling up to it, you can finish your story."
"Okay," Charlie said.
Amita called Don and told him that Charlie was okay, and that they were going out to lunch.
"Good to hear, Amita. Thanks," Don said.
Charlie and Amita went to Applebee's for lunch, and Charlie told Amita the rest of the story.
Carly was born on September 6, 1985. Mom had gone into labor with her just as I had finished opening my presents the day before. Dad took Mom to the hospital, telling Don to take care of me for the night because he wanted to be with Mom.
That night, Don helped me build a model airplane that my Uncle John and Aunt Gianna bought for me. I think he was just trying to be nice, since it was my birthday. Because it was a Friday, we stayed up late to watch movies.
The next day, Dad came to pick us up. We both quickly got dressed. I wore my Princeton shirt and jeans, and Don wore his baseball shirt and jeans. Mom had given birth to Carly earlier that morning.
We had to be really quiet when we got to the hospital. I remembered that because Don broke his ankle once and we had to take him. Finally, we got to Mom's room. She was holding a little pink bundle in her arms and smiling… a lot. She was so happy.
Carly was a really small baby. She only weighed 5 pounds, but she was so cute. She had blue eyes and little wisps of blonde hair.
Don got to hold her first. He was really, really careful, holding her like she was a porcelain figurine. But then she started crying. So, I got to hold her in my ten-year-old hands. She stopped crying right away. Mom and Dad were impressed. I was amazed.
"Wow, Charlie. I never thought that you were a big brother, too."
"Well, do you think I still am? Could Carly still be out there, somewhere?"
"I think that you should believe whatever your heart tells you," Amita said.
After finishing lunch, Charlie and Amita paid, and took a bus back to the FBI building to get Charlie's car. Amita drove, but not to Charlie's house as she said she would.
"Where are we going?" Charlie asked.
"You'll see," replied Amita.
About twenty minutes later, the car was parked at the beach.
"You're too sweet," Charlie said. "You know I love the beach."
"Me too."
Amita knew for a fact that Charlie always kept a Frisbee in the trunk of his car. She grabbed it, and the iPod speaker dock that she'd bought earlier that week. After attaching her iPod to the speaker, setting it to Shuffle, and kicking off her shoes, Amita threw Charlie the Frisbee.
His curly hair blew in the wind as he caught it. The two laughed and laughed.
Lady,
when you're with me I'm smiling
Give me all your love
Your
hands build me up when I'm sinking
Touch me and my troubles all
fade.
Lady from the moment I saw you
Standing all alone
You
gave all the love that I needed
So shy like a child who had
grown
You're my lady of the morning
Love shines in your
eyes
Sparkling clear and lovely
You're my lady
Lady
turns me on when I'm lonely
Show me all your charms
Evenings
when you lay down beside me
Take me gently into your arms
You're
my lady of the morning
Love shines in your eyes
Sparkling clear
and lovely
You're my lady
Lady of the morning
Love
shines in your eyes
Sparkling clear and lovely
You're
my...LADY!