FF: Answering the Call, Charlie/Colby, Don, Megan, Liz, and Oc, PG-13, chymom
Title: Answering the calls
Series: The {Boss's} Worst Dreams 4/?
Author: Chymom
Characters/Parings: Colby/Charlie, Don, Megan, Liz, and OC's.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Any and all episodes of Numb3rs maybe talked about within.
Summary: Who is calling who? What does Don do with the information from the calls? Do they help find Chelle?
Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs, the people, places, or things you know.
Beta: Cassy 27 and myself
Warring: This chapter isn't as ruff as others but has some "Bad words" and adult talk in it.
The {Boss's} Worst Dream
End of Chapter three: Finding a Link
"Don, where did you get the bruises on your sides?" Megan asked him, knowing that he hadn't received them from work because she had been with him in the last few days. The bruises looked a few hours old at best.
"What are you talking about?" Don asked, not looking at Megan but at a map of the area this slave trader was known to work in.
"She's talking about these!" Charlie spoke lifting the side of his brother's shirt. While it wasn't out of the norm to see bruises on his side it wasn't normal for no one to know how he got them.
"Best guess would be a few days ago at the gym. Now if you don't mind we need to find out if this guy has a link to Chelle"
"Angel, those look like the ones Michelle had." Colby said from the doorway after seeing what was going on the other side of the room.
"What are you talking about?"
"Remember when I said she was bruised when you were shot last time? The marks on her arms and legs looked almost the same as yours do."
"What are you saying that somehow when I was shot it hurt her as well? That's imposable."
"A Pain echo" Megan found her voice.
"Pain what?" Don asked anyone in the room.
"Yes, why didn't I see it before? Some people believe that when you find your soul mate that you can know when something happens to them. It's like when a mother or father know their child is hurting in the night without being with them. Or when husbands and wives know the other has passed away for some reason when they are across town. Some studies are being done to try and prove or disprove that this is truly happing." Larry's words pulled at everyone's mind for a moment. Before anyone could replay to what Larry had said one of the desk phones started to ring.
Chapter four: Answering the Calls
Don picked up his ringing desk phone so quickly that he almost lost his hold on the receiver before he could answer. The first sound he heard wasn't a voice answer his hello but, Chelle screaming out in pain. As her screams grew quiet for a moment a voice came on the line.
"Eppes, let's make a deal. I have my whore back. You can keep the rest without me coming after them." Having said what he had called for the call was disconnected. Don stood unmoving at his desk for a few minutes.
"Who was the call?" Charlie asked laying his hand on his brother's upper arm. As soon as the hand touched his arm Don turned and penned it behind the owners back holding him to the wall.
"Don! Don, let go you're hurting Charlie!" It took a few minutes for the words to register but, his stomach dropped to the floor as he realized what he was doing.
"Charlie, I'm sorry." He said standing off to his brother's side after quickly dropping his hold.
"Angel, are you okay?" Colby asked.
"I'm fine. I should have known better then to do that anyway. Don, what did the caller say?" Charlie asked from his husbands strong arms.
"The caller said that Chelle was staying with him. The rest of the family was safe." Not knowing what to say it seemed no one said anything. Until the team was in the war room again and Don set out to find out all the answers they couldn't last night and new ones as well.
"What do we know so far?"
"We know that the chances of this guy knowing the person holding Michelle or he being the one himself are almost Astronomical." Charlie said from one of his many boards.
"How did you come to that?" Don asked.
"I read the files on one of the suspects and after listening to the wire tape from Michelle. Key phrases keep jumping out. The {Boss} is talked about in the same manner with the same amount of trust. Both the man in the files and the one holding Michelle seem to rely heavily on law enforcement for help much in the same way." Taking his brothers word no one past judgment if nothing else it was a place to start looking.
"Next"
"The guy in the folder has some places that aren't talked about in here. I made a few calls and found out of a place that is close to where the car was found but, not open enough for us to have seen it the way we're looking." Mike was standing just inside the door taking in the way this team seemed to work. Liz had told him about some of the off the wall ways they got the job done and until this case he didn't believe her. Now he had firsthand knowledge and he liked this team more and more.
"Charlie the tech guys got a partial trace on a stop the car made before it hit the water. Can you do anything with that?" Mike watched in amazement as he handed the paper over to the young teacher. It didn't take long before Charlie came up with the same location that Mike had been given on the phone.
The joint effort FBI and LAPD still took them almost another ten hours to come up with enough to get a warrant to look at the address that they had. Don did this one as close to by the book as he could. There was no way that the team wanted to let this group off for some small miss judgment. As the judge was signing the warrant Don's cell phone rang.
"Eppes"
"Eppes, I let you have Sharon and the kids, was that not enough for you? Since you can't seem to leave things alone, Michelle is now going to suffer." The {Boss} let out a small cruel laugh before the sound of Michelle screaming out once again filled the receiver.
"Chelle" Don's voice was high pitched and he knew once he himself heard it, that he shouldn't say anything more. 'A good agent is not ruled by his or her emotions', Don kept telling himself from the minute that he heard her scream.
"Chelle is that what you call her? Well, she's not your Chelle anymore, Eppes." The last thing Don heard before the dial tone telling him the call had been dropped again was Chelle's blood curling scream of pain.
Now more than ever, Don was ready to rip this man from limb to limb. He didn't know why he felt so compiled to do this, Chelle was his friend. Don told himself it was because she was his friend and he didn't want Rae to grow up without a mother. It was thirty minutes later when SWAT was ready to head out when Don's cell once again started to ring.
"Eppes, I will give you one chance and one chance only. If you can find your Chelle, I will let her go." Don knew he was playing right into this man's hand, but still he had to try.
"What can you tell me?" Don asked.
"You come alone. If that brother of yours looks one more set of numb3rs higher he will be closer. Chelle here says that he can't find her with his math but, you and I both know that she's lying don't we."
"Agreed"
"Oh one more small piece of information. You have one hour before she's mine forever. The clocks started." Once again the man hung up before a track could be made. Turning to the woman he had tied to the bed right then he spoke.
"Your precious Eppes is on his way to find you and when he does, he will die. To show you I'm not all bad, I'll let you watch him die."
'Don, please be smart. Please don't die because of me.' She kept saying over and over as if he could somehow hear her. Once the man was sure his toy couldn't move he started running his hands over her bruised and naked body.
A/N: What was Michelle's night before like? Will Charlie find another place for Don to look? What happens if/and when he does?
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