joolz | Ha! It happened again

Once again Numb3rs is mirroring my fic ideas. This time it's an 'a gangster is killing FBI agents, and threatens Don's family. Don tries to get Charlie off the case to protect him' fic . Starts out much like what happened in the episode, but as it's a slash story, will go somewhere else entirely.

I'm going to post a bit of it under the cut just for laughs.

And Don called Charlie 'Chucky'! I wanted to do that, too. LOL

Dang, they should just hire me to write for the show, eh?

WIP

“You’re off the case, and that’s final.”

“Don, I can help.”

The brothers were facing off in Charlie’s territory, the garage. Not a place that usually saw this kind of conflict. Charlie was slightly in shock from Don’s attitude and words, but he was determined, as well.

Don’s face was set and hard, and he didn’t bother to hold back his annoyance when he spoke.

“Not this time. Don’t argue with me. Just drop it. You get no more data. Your calls will not be put through the switchboard. You won’t be allowed into the building. It’s over, you’re off the case, deal with it.”

Now Charlie was starting to get angry, too. This was too much.

“But you still need me. You know you do. There’s someone executing F.B.I. agents. I can help you find him before he hurts anyone else. You have to let me help.”

“No, I don’t. You know what, Charlie? I’m the Agent in Charge. Me. Not you. I get to say who works this case and who doesn’t. I say you don’t. We know who the guy is. There’s an A.P.B. out on him and a full scale manhunt. We don’t need your numbers for that. This is what we do, Charlie. The F.B.I. can get along just fine without you and so can I. You would just be in the way now.”

“But…” Charlie’s stomach hurt. He hated to hear Don say those things to him. He didn’t believe them. Not really. He tried not to. He knew that he helped with cases, that he could help with this one, but there was always this voice in the back of his head telling him that when it came to the real world, to people and motivations and actions, his numbers weren’t enough. That he had been lucky up until now, but he was going to let everybody down any moment. The voice sounded a awful lot like his big brother’s.

Don’s eyes flashed and his voice rose in volume. “But nothing. Go back to the university and play with your own equations, Dr. Eppes.” He moved closer and barked into Charlie’s face, “We don’t need you.”

Charlie swallowed back tears resolutely and stated quietly, “You can’t ask me to stop, not when it’s your life in danger. I won’t.”

Don threw his hands up in frustration. “God! You drive me crazy. We’re done talking about this. I’ll put you under house arrest if I have to. Just stay the fuck away.”

Turning his back to Charlie, Don stalked to the door that led to the driveway and flung it open. Instead of storming out, however, Don stopped in his tracks. As his face shifted from angry to surprised there was a loud noise that echoed in the bare garage and Don fell backward onto the floor, twisting slightly to land on his shoulder. Red bloomed across his chest.

Charlie cried, “Don!”

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