Life-Stealer pulled up outside Agent Billings home. He had called and hung up once the agent had answered. He was home and Life-Stealer was ready for action. He had what he needed to end the poor guys life. He drove his car and carefully parked it up the street. Then he walked back toward Billings home. He carefully tried the knob and had to fight from laughing. It was unlocked.

Life-Stealer entered the home and closed the door behind him. He wore gloves and had two necessary items with him. The murder weapon and the little note so he would be sure that he would be called. He left the note on the kitchen table in plain view, then lifted his knife and crept slowly up the stairs. A light was on in a room at the end of the hall and Life-Stealer could make out one voice. Male. His target.

"This is going to be almost too easy," he muttered gleefully to himself. He gently peered into the study. Agent Billings back was turned toward him. He was bent over a computer muttering to himself as he steadily typed and filled the screen in front of him. Gliding softly, Life-Stealer crept so he was behind the man and swiftly brought his knife down. He brought the knife down again, again, and again, until Agent Billings was a bloodied mass on the floor. Life-Stealer was satisfied. He would go back to his apartment and wait for the call telling him that they no longer had a week off. He crept quietly down the stairs and outside the house. Once he got to his SUV that he had parked down the street, he retrieved the file on Agent Billings, pulled a cigarratte lighter that he carried with him out and watched the file burn to ash and be scattered by the light breeze.

Megan awoke to the annoying sound of her cell phone ringing. She groaned into her pillow. She was tired and just wanted to sleep some more. But it looked like that was not going to happen. With a sigh she pushed herself up and reached for her phone.

"Reeves."

"It's David. We have a murder of an FBI Agent. We're wanted on the scene." Megan groaned, muttered something that sounded like, o.k. and forced herself up. Megan arrived to find David, Colby and Life-Stealer already there.

"What have we got?"

"Agent Billings. Stabbed brutally. A note was left which is why we are on the scene." Said David.

"Note?" Life-Stealer handed over the note sealed in a clear plastic bag. Megan accepted it and read it aloud.

"The FBI cannot stop me. Cute. So we've got a dead FBI agent and someone taunting us."

"Can you tell us anything else about the guy, Reeves?" Megan looked up sharply at the tone in Life-Stealer's voice.

"Sure, Don. The guy is violent. But a one line doesn't exactly give me a lot of profiling to do." Megan watched Life-Stealer turn and walk toward Colby who was coming out of the house. She shook her head and turned to David.

"What was that about?"

"I think he just needs more sleep." Replied David. "So much for our week off, eh?" Megan nodded and when they were done at the scene all four headed toward headquarters to try and figure this out. Megan was also trying to figure out about the sharp tone in Don's voice, she finally shrugged and chalked it up to lack of sleep.

"We estimate he was killed about an hour before we were called. The call came in from a nieghbor who heard strange noises. Police entered expecting a break-in, instead found him dead by his computer. Stabbed several times, not sure yet of the murder weapon. Looks to be a thin bladed knife." Said Colby as they were coming up the elevator into the bullpen. Life-Stealer nodded trying hard to hold back his excitement. He was finally in the FBI offices as Don, as the life he wanted, working on a case.

"Forensics should be back in a couple of hours, let's piece together this guys work and life, try and find a motive for murder." Life-Stealer kept his voice even, he had seen Agent Reeve's glance at the scene and knew he had to be very careful not to blow his cover.

A couple hours later they had the crime scene photos up, interviews with the neighbor had turned up nothing, except that she had heard thumping like noises and had been concerned because she knew her neighbor was quiet.

"Did you see anything after you heard the noise?" Asked Megan, who was questioning her.

"No. I'm sorry. No one leave, I had gone to the phone, I turned away from the window. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Thank you." Megan showed the neighbor, Miss Alan, out and joined Don.

"She didn't see anyone leave. We should go back in daylight, look for footprints anything he might have left us outside on the grounds." Life-Stealer nodded and dropped to his desk. So far, so good. His phone started ringing. He looked at the ID as he picked it up. Charlie.

"Eppes."

"Hey bro? Did I wake you?"

"No, Charlie. I'm at the office. We had a murder of an agent last night."

"Oh. I'm sorry. Called to tell you me and Dad landed fine and so far haven't killed each other yet." Life-Stealer laughed.

"Glad to hear it. Think you'll survive two weeks with him?"

"Yeah. We'll survive."

"Good. Look, I gotta go. Talk to you later okay?" There was a long pause before Charlie spoke again.

"Sure you're okay, Don?" Life-Stealer fought hard the urge to roll his eyes.

"I'm fine Charlie. Talk to you and Dad later okay?"

"Sure, Don. Bye." Charlie ended the phone call and Life-Stealer turned back to his desk. He blew out a quick breath. He had managed to fool Charlie. He allowed himself a small smile. His brother. He had a family. He forced his excitement down again and he and his team got back to work. He would be later than expected to bring Don his dinner and to talk to him about a few things, but his new work and life came first.