Don had the team up all night researching "Evan". They had still barely scrounged up any information on the man. Don sat back, biting his pen in thought. How did Evan know Charlie was working on the project anyway? How did he know he had found out the patterns? Those questions and many others flew through Don's over exhausted brain.
"Don, go home, I'll call you if anything changes," Meghan said, resting a hand on the head agents shoulders.
"No, I have to stay here," Don protested.
"Don, what good will it do Charlie if you collapse because of exhaustion?" Meghan said sternly. Don looked up at his partner.
"If anything changes, the first thing you do is dial my number," Don laid down.
"You got it," Meghan said handing him his coat. She watched as Don walked towards the elevator.
"Hey Don," She yelled. The dark haired man turned around. "Don't stay up and stare at the phone."
Don just glared at Meghan who turned back to her computer before he continued towards the elevator.
Don was doing what he knew he shouldn't. He was awake, staring at his phone on the bedside table and the digital clock that stated in blaring red numbers 4:46 am. The phone would come in and out of focus as his eyelids would continuously try to close. Don had to fight to stay awake, but he soon lost his battle with sleep, and finally he fell into a light sleep.
Charlie hadn't slept at all. He could see the slivers of the sun rising in through the tiny window. His hand, as well as his side was on fire. There was no way he could have slept. He curled into a ball, wanting to shut out the entire world. The world, as well as the people in it were cruel was all Charlie thought. Why would someone do this to him? Charlie...the worst thing he had ever done was break curfew once when he was 16. He had been at Princeton working on the Eppes Conversions. His mother gave him a stern talk then sent him to bed. The memories of his mother only made Charlie sink into a more depressive state. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a door open, then two angry voices yelling at each other. Charlie tried his best to make out what they were saying.
"He says he's some kind of genius. We can use him for our operation." It was definitely Evans voice.
"Well than why haven't you started," the strange voice yelled back.
"Because he refuses to help," Evan retorted.
"Than make him help."
"I tried, he won't crack."
"Fine than I'll do it myself. You always were so useless you know that." The voices were getting closer. "Ever since were kids all you did was whined. I guess that's all the youngest brother is for." The door to Charlie's cell opened and in walked Evan with anolder, taller man. Charlie sat up, ready if anything was going to happen.
"Morning Charlie," Evan said cheerfully. "I want you to meet my brother. You can call him Roy."
"Pleasures all mine," Roy said, shrinking down to Charlie's level, and holding out his hand which Charlie didn't take.
"Well, aren't you the rude one," Roy said. "Your supposed to shake it."
"I know," Charlie said. "It doesn't mean I have to." Roy just chuckled.
"I was told you were smart Charlie, but I see that I was told wrong. You see Charlie, usually when your in this position, and you actually want to have a chance, you do anything the higher up being tells you to do," Roy stated.
"Who says you're the higher up being?", Charlie asked.
"My patience is running out my dear Charlie," Roy smirked. When Roy said that all Charlie did was glare back at him. The smirk was wiped off his face and replaced with a look of anger.
"Get up," Roy growled. Charlie made no move to rise. Not because he didn't want to, but because he could barely stand. Roy growled, then picked Charlie up by the hair. He released a snigger.
"How tall are you, 5 foot or something," Roy laughed. Charlie's kidnappers both had to be about 6'5, making Charlie look incredibly little next to them with his short stance of 5'5. He thought it was bad when he stood next to Don, who was 5'10. Five years older, five inches taller.
"Aren't you the scrawniest looking thing I've ever seen," Roy laughed. "Well Charlie, I know you've probably been asked this about 100 times but, are you going to start getting your act together, and obeying what we say."
Charlie gulped. What would Don say? "I don't think any time soon," Charlie said bravely.
"Really?", Roy asked. He turned towards his younger brother. "Has he been treating you like this." Evan nodded. "Aww, I can't have you being rude to my baby brother. Kinda like you and Donnie right?" Roy laughed.
"What," Charlie asked.
"Don't play stupid. It's always Don to the rescue of his pathetic little brother. Hell Charlie, have you ever fought your own fight? Or was it always you sitting back as you watched Don fight your fights, even getting hurt in fights when it should have been you," Roy circled Charlie closely. It finally sunk in. Evan was more of a physical torturer, while Roy was more of a psychological one.
"How do you know all this?", Charlie whispered.
"It's obvious Charlie boy. I have a little brother too. Actually I have three of them," Roy explained. "Besides, Don is the hot shot FBI agent, and your just the math teacher."
"No matter what you say, I'm still not going to help you," the mathematician said.
"Well that's quite a shame," Roy sighed. Roy kicked the back of Charlie's knees causing him to collapse to the floor. He grabbed the professor's arm. Charlie tried to pull away, but Roy was much stronger. Roy took his own thumb and sank itinto the stab wound through Charlie's hand. Agony swept through Charlie, causing him to yell out.
"So what is it Charlie, yes or no?" Roy quietly growled in Charlie's face.
"Never," Charlie yelped.
"It's your choice Professor," Roy said as he sent a vicious kick to Charlie's chest. The wind escaped Charlie's lungs and he fell in a heap to the ground.
"We'll be back later Charlie. It was a pleasure meeting you," Roy said as he and Evan exited the cell, then the room in which the cell was.
Charlie tried his hardest to regain his breath. It slowly came back but in slow, raspy, staccato breaths. He didn't know how much longer he could take this torture.
Don awoke to the sun. He was half disappointed there was not a phone call. The only thing he could think of was what if the phone did ring but there was no good news to come from it. Was if they were wrong? What if he had lost his brother? Don just shook his head to oust that thought out of his mind. Don grabbed his keys and headed to another long day at headquarters.
When Don reached headquarters, he saw that the floor was almost empty except for a small amount of people, including Meghan, David, and Colby. Don made his way over to his team.
"Where is everybody?", Don asked.
"There's a huge drug raid down at one of the ware houseson the west side of the city," Colby answered. Don nodded in understanding.
"Anything yet?", Don asked hopeful.
"Nothing yet, sorry Don", Meghan said.
"Why is it so hard to find out who murdered all these people. For god sakes the man called us! We even know his code name. We even have one of his men in custody and we can't figure out where the hell he is," The team was shocked by Don's sudden outburst. "Are we that lacking that we can't even come up with one name! What is wrong with us!"
"Don calm down," Meghan said softly.
"Don't tell me to do calm down! Are you the one's who has a brother with his life hanging in the balance, and it's all up to you to find him and so far all you have done is failed him," Don screamed. The few people still left in the building looked up to see what all the commotion was.
"Don we all want to find Charlie," David said. "He's part of the team.'
"That's just it! He's part of the team! NO HE ISN'T! That's what got him into this whole mess, helping us. He isn't one of us. He's a Math professor, that is where he belongs. You know I should have listened to my dad but I didn't, and now look where we are! Trying to find my brother because he's been kidnapped by some ruthless lunatic, all because I didn't listen to my Dad's advice," The Agent exploded. He finally sunk into a chair. He got right back up from his place and walked towards the elevator, his only escape.
"Don where are you going," Meghan yelled after him.
"Out," He yelled before he switched his destination to the door that lead to the stairs. Once inside he slammed the door behind him, leaving a stunned and quiet office floor behind.
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