Story: Unasked questions

Author: Adri1577

Main characters: Charlie and Don

Warnings: death fic.

Summary: Charlie has an annoying habit of ignoring phone calls and disappearing. He also works for more than one agency. Before anyone knows two cases collide in a brutal way.

Chapter 3

Don

Colby made his way into the almost empty CalSci parking lot. There were a few bikes in the racks; Charlie liked cycling, right? The Agent slowly made his way inside carefully glancing around and hoping to see the young professor.

Well, a few minutes later he did meet a professor. Just not the one he was looking for.

"Hey Colby. How are you?" Amita was cheerful as always. Maybe everything was alright; she would know if something was amiss with the younger Eppes.

"Hey Amita. I'm good. Have you seen Charlie around?"

The girl looked confused for a moment before chuckling, "it's Sunday. Even Charlie isn't that hopeless if he can help it." Not the reassuring answer the agent was hoping for.

"Right." Colby nodded reluctantly. "Do you by any chance know where we could find him?"

The young woman frowned for a minute. "You should try his house." She shrugged noncommittally. "Last time I saw him was Friday lunch. He has some huge project that he isn't talking about much, but I'm pretty sure they all agreed not to meet this weekend. So you should try his house."

"Thanks." Colby nodded and glanced towards Charlie's office.

"He isn't in his office. I just walked by it."

"I think I'll check it out anyway. Thanks, Amita." Colby walked off, and the young woman returned to her own business without any suspicion that something might not be as it should.

Just as Amita had said, Colby found Charlie's office doors locked. Asking the security guards wasn't any more useful, for they could only shake their heads asked about the professor's whereabouts. Though Charlie knew CalSci inside out, so he could have easily slipped past the security without being noticed. However, no matter how many times the agent walked around the halls of the university, he couldn't find his boss's brother.

Colby could only hope that Megan was more successful.

Charlie

To whom it may concern,

today is turning out to be one of those days when I wish I haven't woken up at all.

We had to leave Alec behind. But it is only for now. We'll come back for him.

Jerry was holding me while we ran for cover further away from the bullets flying at us. Dorian covered our retreat to the nearest boulders where we could hide. I was glad I could cower behind something solid. The sand on my hands make the pain all the more real. Shots slowly getting closer don't bring a feeling of safety either. Jerry pushed me to the ground hard and as far away from our attackers as he could.

A few agonizingly long minutes later Dorian joined us; his pristine white shirt was dusty and worst of all stained with blood seeping from the agent's side. His breathing was labored, and he could only crawl. Jerry handed him another clip; they were both running low on ammo. Slowly but surely our assailants were getting closer. I knew we would have to move again. Dorian chanced another shot, but neither luck nor fate was on our side; a projectile hit the boulder right in front of him and pierced him right between his collar bones. Minutes later he drowned in his own blood. I don't know for how long I just stared at him not being able to move an inch, but when Jerry finally yanked me into moving, the shooters were getting dangerously close.

We are running for cover again.

But we will come back for him. For both of them. When and if we can.

Charlie.