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Charlie leaned against the dinning counter as Maria scrubbed at the kitchen. Sheila had gone to classes, partly to avoid her mother's glares and partly to avoid Charlie's rambling about memories that had returned. Part of him felt guilty for pelting them both with what he'd remembered but he'd had to get it off his chest.

The theorem he'd been working on? He'd written a book on it. His family and their history. The things he'd helped his brother with, the friends he'd made at the FBI, and the fail of a wedding he'd had. The numbers and the blueprints. And after yesterday's police visit, he'd had a few other memories pop out at him.

Ian was a sniper he'd met on a case. Walker the same. There had been some disagreements all around but, in the end, they'd all come to an understanding. Charlie's math was as useful as the men's specific skill sets.

Sheila left with a huff of amazed confusion. Maria had started cleaning about the time Charlie's stream of memories was interrupted by him remembering that he'd shot a gun before.

"I'm a pretty good shot too," he'd said.

"You're a math professor! What're you doing shooting guns?!" Maria and Sheila had screamed in perfect chorus.

A knock at the door jerked him and Maria out of their musings for a moment. Maria shot him a warning look as she crossed the room.

"Agent Edgerton," she murmured.

"May I come in?"

"…Sure."

"Thank y-." Ian started, his voice dying when he set eyes on Charlie.

"Ian!" Charlie gushed, a huge smile splitting his face for a moment.

"Professor," Ian coughed, a smirk playing on his features. "You're a sight for sore eyes."

"Uh…I guess," Charlie chuckled as Maria groaned. The door clicked shut and Maria wandered past them to the kitchen.

"Lieutenant Walker will join us soon enough," Ian stated.

He sauntered over to sit next to Charlie. They stared at each other while Maria muttered in Spanish as she cleaned the sparkling counters. It took a moment before Ian glared at Charlie.

"You've some explaining to do," Ian muttered.

"Oh, I'm Lucy now?"

"Did Lucy disappear on people?"

"Spill, Professor," Ian sighed, rubbing his temple. "For the love of god, just tell me what the hell happened so I can keep your brother form going on a war path."

Charlie shrugged, a hand rising to sweep back his bangs to reveal the scar on his temple. Ian's eyes went cold for a moment as he reached to inspect it.

"Who did this?" Ian asked, a protective tone in his voice that surprised Charlie a bit.

"Not the only one I've got," Charlie shrugged. "It was a rough while before Maria and Sheila picked me up."

"You gave me gray hairs!" Maria snorted before she catch herself. She coughed and went back to scrubbing. Ian raised a brow at her but didn't comment.

"So much for keeping Don off a war path," Ian sighed.

"Yeah…Um…Sorry but Don is who?" Charlie asked. Ian stared.

"Memories have been filtering back to him lately," Maria sighed.

"He has…You have memory loss!"

"Yeah…" Charlie chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

"Christ," Ian sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Of all the things for you to have."

"Well, I was clocked hard enough to get a scar out of it," Charlie mumbled. "I'm still not sure why I've gotten all the scars either. I just know I like math, I've apparently worked with the FBI, and that I'm a published author."

"And most of that are from the last few days," Maria muttered. "Though, I'm still rather irate about that little field trip he took."

"I told you why I wanted to go!"

"Whoa," Ian interrupted. "Both of you, enough."

"Sorry," Charlie mumbled, ducking his head.

"We can deal with this, later," Ian sighed. "Maybe. We're more worried about getting you," he pointed at Charlie with a stern look, "into protective custody."

Charlie chuckled. "I know this neighborhood isn't the best but it's not that bad," he said. Ian stared at him again as if he'd grown a second head. "What?"

"Charlie," Ian groaned. "There's an escaped convict running around with friends here. One of them decided he doesn't like the house guest of this house."

"Carlos," Maria elaborated. "Carlos el pequeno idiota!"

"Because I think he's not good enough for your daughter? A fact of which you agree with?"

"She's at least respected around here," Ian pointed out. "They won't go after her unless she does something really stupid."

"Like inviting cops into her house?"

"I plan on leaving with an argument going after me," Ian shrugged. "But you're coming with me."

"So this Don person-."

"Don's your brother," Ian stated, placing a photo on the counter. "He and your father have been worried sick and this whole memory loss thing is going to give one, if not both of them, an aneurism."

"…We're Jewish, aren't we?" Charlie mumbled.

"I think so. It's in your history at least," Ian shrugged. "But, look, this convict is going to try to kill you and, well, you're not being all that careful about not leaving an open trail. I mean, that note you left at CalSci?"

"Okay, not covert ops or anything but, it did have my name on the door."

"Do not logic your way out of this, Professor. I know lawyers with better skill than you."

"Ouch," Charlie chuckled.

"Either way though, you're coming with me, Charlie," Ian stated. His tone brokered no room for argument. Maria's eyes did the same, boring into Charlie's side as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"No chance in talking you two into remembering I'm a grown man and can take care of myself?" Charlie asked.

"If only I didn't already know that you can't," Ian smirked.

Charlie stuck his tongue out at him, earning a smack to the shoulder from Maria. Ian continued smirking until something caught his attention.

A sound. Screeching tires had always managed to get Ian's attention. Even when he was aiming a gun, he'd check the sound. There were reasons he liked tracking out in the middle of nowhere. Less industrial noise to distract. There, any out of place noise was easier to recognize as opposed to in the city.

"Down," Ian stated, grabbing Charlie's arm and heaving him form the counter.

"What?" Maria asked.

"Listen to him," Charlie insisted, tap dancing his way around the counter to avoid being tripped by Ian's legs. He caught her arm and dragged her down to the floor with him, Ian kneeling down at his side as part of the house exploded. The chaos lasted only a moment but at the end, the house looked like a twister had been through.

"Are you arguing with me on this?" Ian asked.

"No."

"What the hell happened?!" Colby yelled as he rushed through the bullpen.

News of the shooting hadn't taken long to make its splash. Everyone was aware that it had happened in the area where Lieutenant Walker and Ian were going to be working. Reynolds and a couple agents were going to put surveillance on Jed Cornel while the former two dealt with collecting the house guest in question.

However, it wasn't just the drive-by shooting at the Rodriguez house that had reached the bullpen. Apparently, Reynolds and her group met some heavy artillery in the hands of trigger happy idiots. Two of which were killed in the returned gunfire and had yet to be identified. The other agents were a little banged up. Reynolds however, wasn't as lucky, holding on by a thread in surgery. It was because of her that the uniformed officers weren't as injured as they could have been.

"Still no word," David sighed, a phone against his ear. "Don went to the hospital to check on Reynolds. Liz and Nikki are trying to find out what happened with the surveillance on Cornel's brother. I've been calling our math wizzes when the phones started ringing. Any word from Ian?"

"None yet," Colby mumbled, shaking his head. "I've been trying to get ahold of him but…nothing."

"Great," David groaned. "Yes, I'm here. No…Haven't heard from them yet. Yes, Don, I will. How's-? …Alright. Yeah. I'll tell everyone…Bye."

He hung up the phone with a sigh.

"Reynolds?" Colby asked.

"There's been some complications," David muttered. "Bullet did a lot more internal damage than they thought."

"Shit," Colby mumbled. "So, Don's losing his mind over there, we've not heard a thing from Nikki and Liz on what actually happened, and Ian's…Walking through the elevator with Walker and…Charlie?"

"What?"

Colby pointed as David spun around. Indeed, the elevator door was closing behind Ian, Walker, and Charlie. Ian met their eyes for all of two seconds before he wrapped an arm around Charlie and yanked the smaller man away. Walker intercepted them, hands up and pushing them back. Colby hadn't even realized he'd moved.

"Whoa there," Walker stated.

"Calling ahead?" David asked. "Is that not a thing we professionals do anymore?"

"Not when there's been a drive-by shooting involving an FBI consultant with memory loss issues," Walker muttered. "That and Maria was screaming up a storm to get him somewhere safe while she collected her daughter."

"Memory what now?" David asked.

"You're kidding," Colby said. "Right?"

"Nope," Walker sighed. "He's been staring at a photo the whole ride over here. I don't know what it's of but, if it's from Ian, it's friendly."

"He…doesn't remember?" David asked.

"Well, he remembers a few things," Walker mumbled in an uneasy manner. "Though, Ian and I have no idea what. Some of it was fed through by Maria and her daughter thanks to those lost posters at CalSci and Charlie wandering around the campus."

"So…it was him who left the note?" Colby asked.

"Apparently," Walker sighed, scratching his neck. "A few more things came back from that little…visit too."

"Like?" Colby prompted.

"A few cases. He babbled on about them between long winded analogies of math."

"Ones you suddenly get now that he's explained them for the second time?" David asked.

"Kinda…Is that a bad sign?"

"With Charlie? No," Colby chuckled. He glanced over to where Ian was sitting with Charlie – the War Room of all places – talking in hushed tones. The agents that were wandering by would do short double takes at the sight of the two, though Colby suspected it was from seeing Charlie again. It had been two months.

"Don's going to have a heart attack," David mumbled.

"I can't wait for Alan to show up," Walker sighed, scrubbing his hand over his face. "This family, I swear."

Colby smiled, understanding completely. Though, there was one thing that had him a little worried. Walker's reaction to them trying to walk up to Charlie earlier.

"Still, though, are you and Ian going to act as linemen when it comes to the rest of us talking to Charlie?" Colby asked.

"As I said, memory loss," Walker muttered. "Ian wants to assess just how much he's missing before he introduces people." He glanced over to the two in the War Room. "Apparently, that note to Don…a slight fluke."

"Fluke? As in…he intermittently remembers people?"

"Apparently. He remembered Ian until about twenty minutes ago. We went through a whole explanation before it clicked back as we were entering the elevator. At which point was when he forgot who the hell I was…again."

"Christ," Colby breathed. "Don's not gonna have a heart attack. He's going to have an ulcer."

"Or an aneurism," David mumbled.

"Or all of the above," Walker pointed out. "Either way, the good professor should been seen by a doctor. At least be looked over, you know?"

"Yeah well…" David sighed. "At the moment, we have to keep him from…You got him from Maria Rodriguez's house?" Walker nodded, his eyes closed. "He was the house guest?"

"Yep."

"Don's gonna kill us," Colby mumbled.

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