I like adding my own characters so I thought that I would try this, I've been watching a lot of Numb3rs lately so have a lot of stories running through my head. I hope you like my fanfiction. No infringement to whom ever created this wonderful show, this is just my fanfiction version.

Alex is my own character

Alex's POV

I found out today that my fatheris an FBI agent, to most teenagers I suppose that would be something to brag about, some cool job of their fathers. Today has been a day full of surprises, I also found out that I have a father and that he wasn't killed on duty during a normal police raid. His name is Don Eppes, as I said he is a FBI agent, but that's all I know for sure. I don't know whether I can even trust my mothers stories anymore.

I'm in a red ford, it smells like soap and coffee. Ann my social worker is the one driving me to a new town, one away from home. She told me that she spoke to my supposed father and that he said he would take custody of me, when I screamed and shouted that I hated him for 1) leaving me and my mother when I was toasty warm in her stomach and 2) for apparently being a jerk and never paying any support money, but I found out that they were lies.

My mother whom used to date said'father' had never even told him she was pregnant. They were the golden couple in high school, and that's all I ever heard about him (apart from the lying parts).

I rested my head against the glass, it was cold against my forehead. I imagined that he was some cleaver guy, someone who had a lot at stake. Someone who had a reason for her to keep me away from.

She turned (below the speed limit) onto a quiet road, houses filled either side. I was about to go deep into thoughts on reasons why I was her most kept secret when she spoke.

"When I spoke to your father..." I interrupted her,

"He's not my father"

She continued, still changing the word father but almost like she had never heard me speaking (if that makes sense) ever 'kid' must be like this.

"Don, and he said that he lives in his flat which has one bed room" great I'm a burden who's now going to sleep on a couch. Great. "And he said that he spends most of his time at his fathers house, so it would be best for you to stay there"

She pulled up outside a nice looking house. I tried to hate it, to find a fault but couldn't.

She turned around in her seat and smiled, her fusha pink lip stick apparent on her front teeth. "Look I know that this is scary" yeah right, "and that this is a big change for you, but its just as scary for them too" Scary, more like a burden. Bet he wished he wore a condom now.

She teeted out of the car and opened the child proof door. They must get a lot of kids jumping out when its moving- well I did consider it myself- especially when she puts Celine Dion 'My heart will go on' on.

The house seemed big, I'm so not used to houses. I would have prefered sleeping on the couch at his flat at least that would be more like home.

I followed behind her slowly dragging my heels and my single suitcase. I hated the fact that my heart was pounding in my chest. The door opened and a voice greeted Ann. He sounded old, to old to be in his thirties.

Ann moved on into the house leaving me exposed, the man had dark hair greying and warn blue eyes. He smiled at me.

"You must be Alex, come in come in" he chimed, "I'm Alan, your Gran...." he stopped his self "Don's father"

"Hi" I said almost in a inaudible tone. I entered the house, it seemed almost brown in colour at first, from the wooden door and floor boards but it actually opened into a nice louge area. Ann had already moved on talking to yet two more people.

They were both dark haired, and the same hight at Alan. One was in a dark suit white shirt while the other had long hair. The suit guy looks like a fed, so he must be him.

"Can I get you anything" Alan asked from behind me. I turned around to his worn smiling face.

My mother. "Nothing" I replied.

Ann was doing a lot of nodding and pointing and shuffling some papers. Apart from Alan who didn't seem to stare at me, the two males set of eyes kept wandering over to me.

The one with long hair walked over, after patting Don? on the back. They looked alike, possibly brothers?

"Hi I'm Charlie" he said holding out a hand. I shook it barely putting pressure behind the hand shake.

"Alex"

"Yes I know" he said, "Err I'm Don's brother" Lucky guess on my behalf.

My heart almost stopped when I saw Ann walk over with him.

"Alex I'd like you to meet Don Epps" she said.

"Hi" Don said.

I didn't reply.

"Well then" she said before slightly turning to Don and whispering (though I could still hear) "it takes time for them to warm into it"

"Of course" he replied to her.

Ann lead most of the conversation, I was sent to my room while the 'grown ups' as she put it spoke down stairs. The room was bare and had a single bed, desk, walk in cuboard/ waldrobe and a mirror. I looked like crap.

I sat on the bed staring at the blank wall.

Swallowed back the tears, out of my back jeans pocket I pulled out a crumpled picture and stuck it under the corner of the mirror.

"Well mom" I said, "I still don't forgive you for leaving me, in fact I sort of hate you for it"

I cut off when there was a knock at my door, it slowly opened.

It was Don. "Ann left, she said to say goodbye and gave me this" he gave me a sheet of paper. I glanced at it, it was full of contact numbers for her. "So how was the trip?" he asked making small talk. I could see he was as uncomfortable as me.

"Long" eight hours on a plane. To meet Ann, after being sent off by Dave my home town social worker.

"I can imagine so. This used to be my room you know"

"Oh" was all I could muster.

"Yeah, its been a while since I slept in here. Well I'll let you pack your things, but you know this is your home now so wander around. Make yourself comfortable, I or Alan or Charlie are always around. I'll be down stairs"

"Thanks" I said as he left.

I stayed in my room the rest of the afternoon and night, I heard a knock around tea time but I ignored it and continued my silent sobbing. I woke at 5:30am.

I crept down stairs, not to be quiet but because I had a feeling I was a stranger snooping around someones house. The sun was already starting to come up. I noticed Don sleeping on the couch half way down. I turned and counted the rooms. Three bedrooms and one bathroom. I felt sort of bad for him, my being here is forcing him to sleep here away from his flat and to also sleep on a couch.

He must be cursing me in his sleep. The child who came and recked his life. At least it is Friday, I have the whole weekend before starting school on the Monday. Other kids in the home (of the short time I was there) said that sometimes you go there on a Sunday (meet your new family) and then the next day have the hassel of starting a new school.

I crept past him sleeping and walked into the kitchen.

I opened the fridge cringing at the little 'pop' sound, but it didn't seem to wake him.

I poured myself a glass of orange after searching the whole kitchen for a glass, it was cold and sweet on my tongue.

"Hey" I gasped and dropped the glass in my hand. It smashed on the ground.

"I am so sorry" I dropped to my knees and foolishly put my hand to the glass. "Ouch" I turned my hand to find bright red oozing blood.

"Be careful" a hand grasped my wrist and lead me away from the glass and too the sink. "You ok?" he asked. It was only then did I realize it was Don.

"I think so"

The cool water washed away the blood. He wrapped a kitchen towel around it.

"Here sit down" he pulled out a medical kit. It was only then did the throbbing pain start to kick in. Ouch...ouch....ouch. "Lets see this" he said, turning my hand over again. he removed the towel and put a cotton pad on it. "Looks clean" he muttered, to him self or me I didn't know.

He worked on my hand- nothing special- but just wrapping it in a bandage and taping some cotton thing....I don't really know what he was doing, but I saw his eyes and got a scare when I saw myself in him.

His eyes, and dark hair. His skin and lips.

"I'm sorry" I found myself saying.

"Don't worry about it, its just a glass. You don't have to apologise" he said a smile creaping onto his face.

"No, I meant that I'm sorry for the situation"

He stopped and looked at me. "The situation?"

"Yeah, having me disrupt your life. I know that it must have been free and easy before but I....."

"Don't apologise, you never have to apologise" he looked serious.

My eyes felt wet.

"There you go" he said finishing my hand. "So how about some yummy chocolate chip pancakes"

to be continued...

I just love Don and can see him as a father. I hope you like my little combination, I have got some future ideas which I think are good but I suppose you are the deciders.

Love to hear any form of reviews Pref good ones lol.

If my grammar and spelling is bad (even though done spell check) please don't be horrible I already know that's not my forte