Someone wanted longer chappies. I don't know about later, but this one seems longer than the last! I hope you enjoy. I'm not really sure if this is good, cuz it is my first attempt at Numb3rs fanfiction and I haven't seen the first season. Does anyone know where I can buy it, (if they sell copies of it anyway)?
Charlie moaned quietly as he awoke from a restless sleep. He realized he was in a moving vehical and not in his home. He went to run a hand through is dark curls and when he couldn't, the memories of what had happened crashed down on him.
His captor noticed the young man had woken up and said, "Have a nice nap, Charlie? While you were sleeping, I returned to your home to leave Donnie a little message."
"Mffffph!" Charlie replied.
"If you promise to be quiet, I might take it off and we can have a civilized conversation," the man proposed.
Charlie nodded and felt the car pull over momentarily and a hand pull the gag down, so it was off his mouth, but it still hung around his neck.
The engine started up again and the man asked, "So Charlie, how are you?" It was laughable really, that the man who had kidnapped him was asking such a stupid question.
"Fine," Charlie mumbled. He had just wanted the rag off, he didn't really want to talk to the man.
"Not very talkative are we? Might as well just put that rag right back in your mouth," the man observed.
"My brother will find me," Charlie yelled, "and when he does, he's gonna kill you!"
Sighing, the man pulled over again and readjusted the gag around Charlie's mouth. Once he was satisfied it would hold, he back-handed him across the face.
Charlie let out a muffled yelp of pain, he hadn't seen it coming.
"I thought you promised to be quiet," his captor said dangerously.
Charlie lay there silently as he felt the stinging of his cheek start so subside. The ride seemed unbearably long and Charlie felt himself beginning to doze off again.
Don sighed in frustration, "Damn it, Charlie! Where are you?" He said under his breath.
A hand descended on his shoulder and Don looked up at his father, "We'll find him," Alan reasurred his son.
"Lets go home. He could've come home while we were looking for him," Don said and Alan nodded.
After arriving at Charlie's house, he went downstairs again to see if Charlie was there. When he turned on the light we saw writing on the chalkboard and he knew instantly that it wasn't one of Charlie's equations. Tentively he took a step forward, very aware that something was wrong. He read what was on the chalkboard.
"Sorry Donnie, you were so close. Didn't even notice us, didn't notice your little brother was in danger. What kind of older brother are you? Charlie is currently in my possesion. You have 48 hours to find him, before I sell his genius brain to the highest bidder. Good luck!"
Don's breath caught in his throat, Charlie wasn't just missing, he'd been taken! "Dad!" Don called up the stairs.
"Find him?" Alan called down, hopeful that Charlie had been in the basement all along.
"No, but you should call Terry," Don answered.
"I don't like the sound of that," Alan observed and came down the stairs. He stopped dead when he saw the message on the chalkboard.
"Don, what does he mean, you were so close?" he asked.
"I came down here looking for him, oh my god. He was here and I didn't even notice," Don realized. He looked down at his cell phone and pressed speed dial.
"Lake," Terry answered.
"Charlie's been kidnapped," Don said right away.
"I'm on my way," Terry replied, "I'll bring David too."
"Thanks," Don said and hung up the phone without saying goodbye.
"Charlie were here!" His captor broke him from his doze. The door opened and he was dragged out of the car. He stumbled as he was led into some sort of building.
He felt his captor fiddle with his handcuffs and they reliquished their hold. Immediatly Charlie went to pull off the gag and the blindfold, but the man grabbed his wrists. He was forced onto what seemed to be a small cot.
His hand was forcably cuffed to the top part of the cot and the other soon joined the first. Next his feet were restained a similar way.
"There, that should hold you," the man said of his handywork.
Charlie felt the cot sink inward a little, signaling the man had sat on the edge of it. Again the gag was pulled down.
"No screaming, Charlie. Or next time it will be much worse," his captor warned him icily.
"Ok," Charlie whispered.
"Now, I guess you deserve to know whats going on," he said. "Don did something to me, he probably doesn't even remember. For that he must pay. He has 48 hours to find you. Starting, lets see," he looked at his watch, "twelve hours ago. That gives him 36 hours before I sell you."
"S-s-sell me?" Charlie stuttered, not wanting to believe what the man had said.
"Oh yes, I know plenty of people who could use a math genius. I also know plenty of people who would use you for other purposes," his captor answered.
Charlie shuddered involuntarily at the ways those two words were spoken, with such icy cruelty.
"Other purposes?" Charlie swallowed thickly.
"Yes, Charlie and you don't even want to imagine them," his captor said, "and I wouldn't get your hopes up. Don will never think to look here."
"You're wrong," Charlie whispered, hopefull that he, himself, was telling the truth and Don would find him, somehow.
"We'll just see about that, Charlie. Well I'm off to to speak to my buyers," the man said coldly. He tied the gag back around Charlie's mouth and ruffled his hair before leaving him laying there.
Panic threatened to overwhelm Charlie. He was in an unknown place, at the mercy of an unknown man who was bent on revenge. Running over the statistics in his head, he found his chances of getting away from his kidnapper and his "buyers", were low.
Thoughts ran threw his mind in a marathon of terror. What exactly had the man meant by 'other purposes'? Charlie didn't want to kow and didn't want to find out. In an attempt to supress the thoughts he started to think of the PNP equation. It comforted him, but only slightly.
"What did you find?" Don asked Terry as she looked scrutinizingly at the ground.
Terry Lake looked into Don's face for a moment. His eyes pleaded for something that would lead them to his little brother.
"Two sets of footprints and a set of tire impressions. I"ll call CSU," she told him. "Are you sure you should be on this case?"
"I'm sure. This is Charlie we are talking about. I'm not about to sit back and do nothing," Don stated calmly. Total opposite of what he was feeling. He was frantic to find Charlie. He took a closer look at the footprints.
"One set looks like Charlie's sneakers..." Don broke off, "Damn it!"
"Don calm down. We'll get Charlie back," Terry tried to reassure him.
"We don't know that," Don told her sadly.
"Hey Don!" Agent David Sinclaire called from where he was talking to his neighbours.
"Yeah?" Don called back hopefully.
"We've got a witness!" David yelled.
May not be as good as the last chapter cuz I wasn't high on coffee when I wrote this one!