SC, Chp3
Title: Structured Complexity, 3/?
Author: rache14
Characters/Pairing: Megan/Larry, some Charlie/Amita, team
Summary: Charlie ponders Larry's behavior. Larry reconnects with someone.
Upon his arrival at the FBI, Charlie was led to the conference room by his brother. Already seated in the room were agents Colby Granger, David Sinclair, and Liz Warner. After an exchange of greetings, a brief overview of the case was given by Don, for Charlie's benefit. The mathematician set right to work. He scrawled out numbers and letters which seemed meaningless to the others in the room, onto the glass walls.
"So the English translation would be..." Liz had asked, becoming slightly impatient.
The math professor chuckled at that and explained using an analogy he knew would be more understandable to the agents. How he was able to relate math to everything else in the world, they weren't sure they'd ever understand.
About an hour and a half later, the team was able to pursue a new lead, thanks to Charlie's equation - though not without several moments of confusion and a few jokes, particularly from the youngest agent.
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Back at Cal Sci, a certain professor of Physics was fumbling about in his office, trying to determine where he had left what he was looking for. First though, he had to remember what exactly that was again.
"Ah, the organized mess of Professor Fleinhardt," came a voice from the door.
The aforementioned professor jumped, then turned around, a hand to his heart, to find the girlfriend of his former student.
"Sorry, Larry. I didn't mean to startle you," she apologized.
He shook his head. "Oh, it's quite all right," he assured her. "I just can't seem to remember what I was looking for. I'm afraid I was too caught up in my own thoughts."
Amita had to smile at that.
"Keys!" he exclaimed suddenly, throwing his hands up.
A chuckle from the brunette. "What?"
"Keys... I was trying to locate my keys," he explained.
She offered to help and the two began to search high and low, leaving no stone unturned. Amita eventually wandered over to a wall, against which sat a medium sized bookshelf. She ran her hand along the shelves with no luck. She moved her gaze to the top of the shelf and it was then that she saw them - the keys and something more. A bouquet of white flowers - tuberoses, she quickly realized - sat just to the right of the keys.
"Larry..."
He stopped his searching and looked up when she didn't continue.
"You've found them," he asked hopefully.
"Yes, here." She tossed the offending objects in his direction.
He released a relieved sigh. "Oh, thank heavens." Then he noticed the look on her face. "I'm sensing there is something else..."
"Would these have anything to do with your recent behavior?" She gestured towards the flowers.
Larry blushed and put a hand to his forehead, then pulled at his earlobe. "Oh, dear." He knew when he'd been caught.
"I knew there had to be a woman behind it," she said. "It's Megan, right? You're seeing her again." The last was a statement, not a question.
"Well, yes..."
"Larry, that's great!" she exclaimed.
"It is, isn't it?" He sank down in his chair.
"Why would you keep such a thing a secret though?" She appeared to be deep in thought. "Wait a minute - Megan is back then, in California?"
"Yes," he sighed, their secret having been revealed.
"Larry," she posed his name as a question.
"Amita, you remember when I first came back to Earth, after those six months in space," he started.
"Of course," she said, unsure of what it had to do with the issue at hand.
"Then you remember how I needed some time to myself, to readjust to life here," he continued.
"Ah, I think I see."
"Megan is experiencing much the same feelings and would appreciate some time alone," he finished.
"Not truly alone though, huh?" She didn't attempt to hide her smirk.
"Point, Amita. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got somewhere to be." He started to head out of the office.
"Don't tell me after all that, you're really forgetting these," she teased, holding up the bouquet.
"Ah, yes, of course..." he hesitated. "Uh, Amita, I must ask that you not let anyone know what you've learned, particularly your beau."
"I won't tell a soul, Larry - I promise."
He thanked her and was once again off to see the object of his affections.
Author: rache14
Characters/Pairing: Megan/Larry, some Charlie/Amita, team
Summary: Charlie ponders Larry's behavior. Larry reconnects with someone.
Upon his arrival at the FBI, Charlie was led to the conference room by his brother. Already seated in the room were agents Colby Granger, David Sinclair, and Liz Warner. After an exchange of greetings, a brief overview of the case was given by Don, for Charlie's benefit. The mathematician set right to work. He scrawled out numbers and letters which seemed meaningless to the others in the room, onto the glass walls.
"So the English translation would be..." Liz had asked, becoming slightly impatient.
The math professor chuckled at that and explained using an analogy he knew would be more understandable to the agents. How he was able to relate math to everything else in the world, they weren't sure they'd ever understand.
About an hour and a half later, the team was able to pursue a new lead, thanks to Charlie's equation - though not without several moments of confusion and a few jokes, particularly from the youngest agent.
**************
Back at Cal Sci, a certain professor of Physics was fumbling about in his office, trying to determine where he had left what he was looking for. First though, he had to remember what exactly that was again.
"Ah, the organized mess of Professor Fleinhardt," came a voice from the door.
The aforementioned professor jumped, then turned around, a hand to his heart, to find the girlfriend of his former student.
"Sorry, Larry. I didn't mean to startle you," she apologized.
He shook his head. "Oh, it's quite all right," he assured her. "I just can't seem to remember what I was looking for. I'm afraid I was too caught up in my own thoughts."
Amita had to smile at that.
"Keys!" he exclaimed suddenly, throwing his hands up.
A chuckle from the brunette. "What?"
"Keys... I was trying to locate my keys," he explained.
She offered to help and the two began to search high and low, leaving no stone unturned. Amita eventually wandered over to a wall, against which sat a medium sized bookshelf. She ran her hand along the shelves with no luck. She moved her gaze to the top of the shelf and it was then that she saw them - the keys and something more. A bouquet of white flowers - tuberoses, she quickly realized - sat just to the right of the keys.
"Larry..."
He stopped his searching and looked up when she didn't continue.
"You've found them," he asked hopefully.
"Yes, here." She tossed the offending objects in his direction.
He released a relieved sigh. "Oh, thank heavens." Then he noticed the look on her face. "I'm sensing there is something else..."
"Would these have anything to do with your recent behavior?" She gestured towards the flowers.
Larry blushed and put a hand to his forehead, then pulled at his earlobe. "Oh, dear." He knew when he'd been caught.
"I knew there had to be a woman behind it," she said. "It's Megan, right? You're seeing her again." The last was a statement, not a question.
"Well, yes..."
"Larry, that's great!" she exclaimed.
"It is, isn't it?" He sank down in his chair.
"Why would you keep such a thing a secret though?" She appeared to be deep in thought. "Wait a minute - Megan is back then, in California?"
"Yes," he sighed, their secret having been revealed.
"Larry," she posed his name as a question.
"Amita, you remember when I first came back to Earth, after those six months in space," he started.
"Of course," she said, unsure of what it had to do with the issue at hand.
"Then you remember how I needed some time to myself, to readjust to life here," he continued.
"Ah, I think I see."
"Megan is experiencing much the same feelings and would appreciate some time alone," he finished.
"Not truly alone though, huh?" She didn't attempt to hide her smirk.
"Point, Amita. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got somewhere to be." He started to head out of the office.
"Don't tell me after all that, you're really forgetting these," she teased, holding up the bouquet.
"Ah, yes, of course..." he hesitated. "Uh, Amita, I must ask that you not let anyone know what you've learned, particularly your beau."
"I won't tell a soul, Larry - I promise."
He thanked her and was once again off to see the object of his affections.