A/N Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. I don't do this for them so it's a pleasant surprise to get them and I feel like I should respond to some of them. Yes there are more chapters and yes I will update soon. I will leave it up to the story to tell you where I am going however…

"What time did this happen?" Don was crouched above a body, an FBI Agents, covered in a white sheet, the warm asphalt underneath staining a darker colour from the blood.

"Around 9pm. Witnesses say she was with someone but nobody has been able to find that person since." Megan's voice was sure but Don knew her well enough to know she was exhausted, like him.

"Ok. Thanks for coming back in by the way. We need to find that person. Either they are in danger…"

"…or they know something. And no problem." Megan smiled as she finished Don's sentence but it was a feeble effort.

"Yah." Don sighed. He snapped off his gloves and began to walk back to his SUV with Megan following. He kept his pace up so he remained in front. He didn't want her to see the pain on his face. An agent. Why? He simply didn't know how much of this he could take. It never ended, every time a crime was solved there were at least 4 more waiting in the wings to replace it. The caseloads seem to grow exponentially. A weight was pressing down on him emanating from his psyche. I'm just tired.

"You Ok?" Megan asked. Don had hardly spoken since he'd arrived and now he was blocking her out. She had sensed Don's mood for some time now. It's not like he has been hiding it very well, everyone's noticed.

Don didn't turn around when he replied. "Yeah."

Finally he stopped at his SUV and turned to Megan. "Another day another dollar eh."

"It's still the same day, I've already earnt my dollar for today. Before this came along" Megan said, cocking her head to the left.

"Check your watch Reeves. It's after midnight." Don gestured to her hand and instantly regretted the movement. For no apparent reason, dizziness crept over him for the first time THAT day. Not again. Not in front of HER. Damn. This time Don couldn't hide its crippling effect and he sunk towards the ground, slight but strong hands grasping him and ensuring he didn't fall too hard.

It took a couple of seconds before his hearing returned and he heard Megan calling out to the EMT's for help. She sounds tired. Her hands gently pushed him back down as he tried to get up. "You're not going anywhere until someone looks over you."

"What happened? Sir can you hear me?" Came a strange voice.

"Yes I can hear you. I'm fine, just tired." Came Don's exasperated reply.

The medic looked at Megan and she shrugged. "He has been up for 36 hours. I know, I was with him for just about every minute of it." She smiled down at Don who was desperately trying to get up from the ground and recover his dignity.

"Ok." The medic helped Don up as he and Megan helped him walk, reluctantly, to the ambulance. This late at night, it doubled as the coroners van and Don had to share the room with the black body bag of the agent who had been shot. He was distracted by thoughts of this woman's last moments allowing the medic to check Don out without too much objection.

Megan stood by as the medic gave Don the quick examination in the ambulance. "I'd like you to come in for a few tests, just to be safe." The medic's voice snapped Don out of his thoughts.

Don groaned at the thought, he truly just wanted sleep now. Still, if there was something wrong with him beyond exhaustion he couldn't risk being in the field. Megan blocked any escape physically and mentally now, so there was no arguing.

"You go home. I need you on this case first up tomorrow but there's no point in both of us being this tired. I'll see you first thing."

"I'd sleep a lot better knowing you are Ok." Megan offered.

"And I may not sleep at all, so one of us has to remember what we saw tonight. Go." He flashed his smile at her, eyes twinkling, hoping that was the end of the conversation.

"OK, but you better be fine. I'll arrange for your car to be dropped off back at the office." Megan patted his knee and turned to go home. The medic knocked on the van to signal to the driver he could go. He closed the back doors as Megan walked towards her car.

The ride to the hospital was sombre for Don. His mind couldn't stop thinking about the agent's final day. Had she been happy? Probably not, she's dead now. Had she known her killer? Had she apprehended her killer and this was their retribution? But the one question he couldn't shrug off, the one that bore down on him as he and the medic sat in silence in the back of the ambulance was Why?

Why? Why her? Why now? Why did people do this? Why did he have to see this? Why did he do this?

It wasn't long before they were at the hospital. Don hung back while the body of the agent was taken out of the ambulance first. He was then ushered in to an examination room where he was subjected to blood tests, had his reflexes checked and basically thoroughly examined.

"So have you had any accidents lately? Bumps or bruises?" the doctor asked Don.

"Actually, this evening," Don gulped, boy this was embarrassing, "a door hit me."

"A door hit you?" Neither could suppress their smirks.

"Yes. I didn't walk into it, it flung itself into me."

"Right, and did you black out or anything?"

"No, but actually I did feel a bit dizzy for a few seconds afterwards."

The doctor didn't react, he just went straight for the next question.

"Right. Any other bouts of dizziness lately?"

Don looked up at the doctor and was about to say no when he remembered the coffee pot incident.

"Yeah, today, earlier. At work."

"Did you black out on that one?"

"No."

"And how long has it been since you've slept?"

"I don't know, about 36 hours. I put it down to tiredness."

"It might be, we just need to make sure. And when did you last eat?"

"Honestly, don't remember. I had a coffee about 6pm."

"Yeah, that's not a food agent." The doctor had a think, wrote some details down and then looked back up at Don. "I'd like to arrange a CT scan. The earlier the better."

"A CT scan?"

"Yeah just to make sure there's not a neurological reason for what's going on."

"Like what?"

"Well like you said, it's probably tiredness but I want to rule out any abnormalities like a blood clot, virus or a tumour."

"A tumour?" Don froze.

"Like I said, it's unlikely. May as well check it out though."

Don stared at the doctor and then into space as he digested this information. A tumour. He knew he'd said it was unlikely. I'm just tired. But just the thought of the possibility of a tumour made Don think about it. Memories of his mother flooded his mind and he choked back his fears. Never, he never, believed he would have a long drawn out death. He was bright and bold and he was going out with a bang, not the demeaning whimper his mother endured. When she returned home after chemo she was a shadow of her former self. The cancer stripped away not only her life in the end but along the way her will, spark, faith and passions. This was not the end he wanted for himself.

Sensing Don's thoughts the doctor tried to reassure him. He'd seen patients experience these thought processes many times before. Facing your own mortality was not something he'd experienced, but he'd seen many people not only face it but succumb to it. "Look there's nothing obvious so you may be right, it may just be a combination of exhaustion and low blood sugar levels. It will be a couple of days before we have your blood tests back but I can't let you go out in the field during that time. Leave your details at the front desk and we'll let you know when to come back in for that CT scan."

The doctor snapped off his gloves in a similar fashion to how Don had at the crime scene. It reminded him of the woman. He was tired, and tired of thinking of her. He just wanted to go home and he looked down at his watch. 3:45am. Forget about where had the day gone, this was a brand new day and he'd already spent far too many hours of it on the new case as it was. Sigh. He was going home to his empty apartment, but at least he was going home tonight, SHE wasn't. And SHE died alone unless this mystery person could tell them otherwise.

Another symbolic look at his watch and Don decided he had just enough time to get home and get ready for work. Sigh.