Disclaimer: I don't own anything but this weird idea.

When Charlie returned home from Amita's, he was surprised to see that the lights were still on in the garage. Stepping inside he saw Don sitting on the couch, beer in hand, and looking at the heap of books that had been put on the table after the brief demonstration.

"What are you doing here Don?"

"I was just thinking, you know, about your demonstration?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"You called the guy you wanted to kill Bob."

"So?"

"Well, isn't that what you call the NSA assistants director, Bob? Why you wanna kill him?"

A/N: So, my first story, and it's a short one-shot in a fandom I never thought I would get involved in. Go me. And sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes. English is not my native language and spell check doesn't get everything.