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A quick glance at her wrist told her it was a little past midnight. Sorry, Larry... Maybe tomorrow? She walked over to the LAPD - Venice Beach Sergeant in charge. "Agent Reeves, FBI"

"Agent," The officer shook her hand, "Sergeant Williams. Thanks for coming out..."

"What have we got here?" Megan Reeves was mad. Her boyfriend has just come back from outer space and instead of sharing a late night dinner of pasta primavera and an incredibly expensive bottle of wine, she was out at a crime scene. In the middle of the freakin' night!

"A motor boat exploded in the middle of the harbor. Suspected foul play."

Megan caught sight of David Sinclair sauntering up to them. "Thank you, Sergeant. I'll take it from here." She walked swiftly over to her teammate.

David filled her in as they made their way along the Venice boardwalk. Two coast guard boats were out in the harbor, searchlights pierced the night sky. It reminded David of the Bat signal. Suppose that makes me Batman... Do you think that would make Colby, Robin? The mental image of his partner in the green and red spandex outfit was enough to make him bite back a laugh.

Megan was staring out at the harbor, inwardly groaning at the amount of work it would take to pull the reckage from the water. If we are even able to recover it all... She flipped open her cell again, pushed number two, and prayed that Don would finally pick up. Where the hell is he?

"I talked to witnesses, most of them didn't think there was anything to it. They thought somebody was out making a movie. The explosion was that impressive. So apparently around..." David glanced at his notebook, "10:30 or so, a motor boat came from about there..." He pointed to the pier, "And ended up around here when it blew." His finger traced a path through the water. "The Coast Guard said they recovered enough pieces to see it was a 220DR Stingray..."

"I'd say maybe a couple of crazy teenagers taking a motor boat out so late... But how does that explain it exploding? Do we know who it was yet?"

David felt bad for Megan, knew she had a date tonight. But it comes with the territory, right? "Colby's been checking boat rentals and I was just going to check harbor records."

"That's good. Do we know if there are any survivors?"

"No, but the Coast Guard's been calling in every ten minutes. So far nothing." David paused, placed a hand on Megan's shoulder, "Are you alright?"

She gave him a quick grin, "Yeah, just fine. My b... Larry's back on earth. What more could I want?" Thumbing her cell again, Megan sighed, "Thanks, David."

"No problem." He motioned to her phone, "You haven't got a hold of Don yet, have you?"

Pulling back her hair in a ponytail, she shook her head, "No, I've tried his cell and his home, all I'm getting are answering machines."

"Did you try Charlie's?"

"David, not every one is up at all hours like we are... And besides, he's probably out with his girlfriend." Like I should be with Larry right now...

David's mouth dropped open, "Don has a girlfriend?"

"Oh come on, you haven't noticed? He's been leaving work at a decent time, he smells better, smiles more?"

He chuckled, "I guess when you put it that way... You know we should probably call Charlie anyways. Maybe he could work some magic like he did with currents and the Chinese refugee women."

"That's not a bad idea, David. After your done checking harbor records, give him a ring."

"Sure thing, Megan... Hey Colby" David hollered at the junior agent. "Got anything, man?"

They saw Colby strong-armed his way through the crowd of police officers and paramedics. David thought his face looked decidedly pale since he had last seen him. He shoved several papers at Megan, pointed to the lowest line and dropped to the ground, head in hands.

David and Megan did a double take at their friend, "Colby, are you feeling okay? Maybe you should head home."

"Take a look at the damn papers..." His voice was muffled against his palms.

Megan let her eyes scan the pages in front of her. "Okay, standard rental agreement... Use of the boat for one night, rented to... Oh, God..." Her legs buckled under her, David grabbed her by the waist, carefully lowered her next to Colby. "It can't be, no..." David took the papers from Megan. After scanning them, he swallowed back the bile in his throat.

"You don't think..."

David cut him off, "That it was Don's boat...?" he breathed. "According to the coast guard, the wreckage was from a Stingray 220DR." He bit his lip, "This paper says Don Eppes rented a 220DR... for tonight."

"Colby, was that boat gone from the marina?" Megan was desperate, grasping at any straws she could find. It wasn't looking good. Don had been unreachable.the entire night...

"...It's gone," Colby mumbled. "Eddie, the rental guy... He drove it out to the pier tonight for Don. I guess this was set up weeks ago, for when Don got back from protective..." Colby trailed off. For all the good that did for Don... "He said that Don all excited to go on a big welcome home date with his girlfriend."

The three agents sat silent, completely numbed by their discoveries.

Megan stood up, could still feel her legs shaking. "Okay, we don't know anything for sure yet. David, I want you to put a BOLO out on Don's SUV and get his phone records. Find out who he's dating and try to get a hold of her. Maybe..." Maybe what Reeves? Maybe Don and whoever she is are back at his apartment in bed? Maybe they're at her place watching a movie? She fought back tears. "Colby, go check with that Eddie guy again and check to see if he's noticed any suspicious activity lately... Any breeches in security." Damn, this is... Don, you'd better be alive... "I'll go check with the Coast Guard, see if they've found anybo..." She almost said bodies. No that can't be. "...anything..."

"Sure Megan."

"I'm on it..."

Megan felt a tissue press into her hands. She carefully wiped her eyes. Her voice cracked, "If this is what happened, what do we tell Alan? Charlie?"