Intro

"Alan, who's that?"

Amita and Alan were sitting on the couch looking through Don and Charlie's childhood photo albums.

"That... is a long story. I'd rather not talk about her. Do you want lunch?" He quickly changed the topic.

"Uh... No thank you," She said, rather confused, "I have test to correct for Charlie."

She went upstairs to her and Charlie's bedroom. A couple hours later, Don came home. She stopped him as he walked by her door.

"Hey Don, who's this?" She asked, showing him the picture.

His eyes were soft for a moment as he gently touched the face of the girl in the picture. His face grew angry suddenly and he shoved the picture away. "No one. It doesn't matter."

Amita was confused. Why didn't the Eppes want to talk about whoever was in the picture? Maybe Charlie could shed some light on it once he got home from CalSci. She put on the radio and sat back down at her desk.

"Hey beautiful." Charlie kissed her neck about an hour later.

"Hey Charlie. I have a question."

"Okay..."

"Promise you'll answer no matter what?"

"Of course."

"Who is this?" He inhaled sharply at the sight of the picture. He took it and was silent for a long moment. He rubbed his face and ran his hand through his hair. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked..."

"No. I promised to answer." He sat down on his bed. Amita sat next to him. "Her name is Marie. Marie Eppes. She's my sister..."

"What wha-"

"I'm not done. She was fourteen when she left. She joined the CIA youth organization. She's been gone for seven years. Missing for one. She was supposed to come back from her mission last year. She never did. The CIA won't let us hold a funeral for her because her body hasn't been found yet." His voice broke.

Amita looked at the girl in the picture once more. She could see Charlie in Marie's curly brown locks, Don in her amazing smile, and Alan in her hazel eyes. She wrapped her arms around Charlie. He put his head down against hers. "I'm sorry." She said quietly.

"It's okay. I don't really want to talk about it anymore."

"I understand."

"I've got to finish those test I was talking about this morning then I'll go to bed. Why don't you go to bed now."

"I finished them for you."

Charlie smiled. He rolled Amita closer to him, touching her side lightly, sending a tingle of excitement up her spine. "In that case, there's nothing to do but spend a long night with my beautiful wife."

"I think she'd like that very much." She whispered.