Title: C is for Cat Burglar

Author:DreamBrother

Summary:(Summer Alphabet Challenge 2007) Title pretty much gives the gist of it.

Disclaimer:The show, and its' characters, are not mine. When it was developing, I was too busy trying to win the softball tournament. Tough times. We won, btw.

Author's Note:My brother's apartment got robbed a few days ago, while he was asleep in his bedroom. Very glad the robber didn't do anything to him and that my brother didn't interrupt the robbery. We might laugh now, but this is my vent for all that could have been. Not that I worried. But why not put the situation to some use and write a fic?

Cat Burglar: (n) A burglar who is especially skilled at stealthy or undetected entry of a premises.

"Well, that outing was completely pointless," grumbled Charlie as he unlocked the front door of his Craftsman home.

"Aw Chuck, don't be so harsh. The food might have been a bit burnt but are you saying you didn't enjoy your big brother's company?" Don admonished, stepping into the house behind his little brother and closing the door behind them.

"Don't 'Chuck' me Donald, but my argument is, what's the point of going out for dinner if the food is going to be burnt, when I could have easily enjoyed your company at home with some decent cooked food?" pointed out Charlie, shrugging out of his coat.

"And who exactly was going to do the cooking? Dad's out of town on a business trip and my culinary skills leave much to be desired. And it's not like they didn't replace the pizza after we tasted it," replied Don, following his brother in the motions of taking off his jacket and the accessories that came with being an FBI agent, only Charlie didn't have a handcuff pouch and gun to remove.

"And made us wait twenty more minutes for it! I was hungry!" whined Charlie, not realising how close his tone was bordering on childishness.

"Twenty minutes, big deal. Do your students know that their professor can be a cranky nutcase when he hasn't eaten?" grinned Don. It always intrigued him how his little brother could go for hours upon hours without eating if his mind was wrapped up in a math problem, but if he was a member of the conscious world and he hadn't eaten recently, God help the person who came in the way of him and his food. Their mother had always carried around a few granola bars in her purse just in case her youngest son drifted into the living world suddenly and was hungry.

"Nutcase? That's nice, bro, real nice. Well this 'nutcase' isn't going to take his brother's jibes anymore and is going to bed," and almost with a 'hurumph', Charlie turned on his heels and began to make his way upstairs.

"Aw, don't be mad. You must still be hungry, so let's make some popcorn and watch a movie, yeah?" offered Don, still with a smile on his lips. His brother was too easy a target sometimes.

Charlie stood and considered the offer. Truth was, he was still a little hungry, and he did want to spend more time with his brother. Don had been busy for the last week, handling case after case, and now that there was a lull, had come to see his brother for purely personal reasons, no work involved. The two brothers had gone for dinner as soon as Don had arrived and it had only lasted an hour. Charlie wasn't ready to call it a night yet, and eagerly (although he wasn't going to show it) complied. "Fine. But for your cracks, you make the popcorn, I choose the movie," and without waiting for an answer, moved towards the TV.

Shaking his head at his brother's pretend huffy attitude, Don decided to cut Charlie a little slack and moved towards the kitchen to get the popcorn popping.

Neither man, too busy in their interaction with the other, sensed the foreign presence in the house.

Felt the story needed to be broken here. Figuring out part II as you read...unless I've dozed off which is a distinct possibility.

Let me know what you think of this tiny teaser. It was supposed to be a huge oneshot, but I feel like adding chapters :D