Word Count: 45.068
Summary: Banks in L.A. are being robbed apparently at random. The robbers are always a step ahead of the FBI, until Charlie begins working on the case and becomes the gang's new target.
Characters: Charlie Eppes, Don Eppes, Colby Granger, David Sinclair, Megan Reeves, Larry Fleinhardt, Amita Ramanujan, OCs
Pairing: Charlie/Amita (pre-Ship)
Setting: Between seasons 1 and 2 - Megan and Colby are already there but they do not know Charlie yet
Warnings: Violence, verbal homophobia
Author's Note: This was actually my first Numb3rs story and was published a long time ago in Germany. I belatedly thought of translating it and here it is.
Feedback: Can't breathe without it.
Beta: An-Jelly-Ca – thank you!
Disclaimer: I'm not making money with this fanfic. The tv-show Numb3rs and the characters appearing within it belong to their producers and creators. Any similarities to living or dead persons are purely coincidental and not intended.
10 Million dollars
Connor Hill had always thought that it would be difficult to get back into his old speciality. Instead, he found that banks had gotten more easily accessible during his prison stay. Perhaps this also had something to do with the young man who sat in the white van besides him and whose laptop computer screen created the only illumination in the driver's cab of the vehicle, while the streetlamps outside were wrapping Chinatown in dim light. Connor heard Steve, Justin and Brian checking their equipment in the back part of the car and wondered, whether the FBI had any leads on them yet. They had not been able to discover any agents while scouting out the Bank of America branch office within the last few days. And Connor's men had paid very close attention. Connor guessed that they were ahead of the Federal agents.
They were careful enough before every new robbery. According to the local news, the FBI had taken on the case since the raid on the Bank of America on Sunset Boulevard. Connor had been worried at first, because the FBI was generally regarded as better equipped than the LAPD. However, until now, they hadn't needed to be concerned by the FBI's involvement. The FBI had not been able to prevent the attack on Wilshire State Bank and it looked like none of the authorities were here now, either. It was time to strike.
"How far are you?" he asked.
His front-seat passenger turned to look towards him only briefly before he concentrated on the screen again. "Their protection's good."
"You said that you could do it, Kenny," Connor answered a little impatiently and the younger man nodded hastily.
"Sure. I will. I need only a second." It got quiet for a few minutes, and then Kenny spoke up again: "Okay, I've got it. The cameras are off." He rummaged about in the glove compartment and finally brought a memo pad to light. "The bank manager got a new code for the security system by e-mail this morning." He scribbled the eight-digit number on a sheet of paper and tore it out before he handed it to Connor. "This is it."
"Perfect," Connor answered and then spoke louder so that the three men in the back area of the car could hear him through the safety net, "We go in."
Only half an hour later, the white van left Chinatown and disappeared on to a side street. The robbery wasn't noticed until the next morning.