A/N: Yes…I know. I'm a horrible writer…I kept you in suspense, yadda, yadda. I am really, really sorry about the lack of updates. I got the flu really bad, then an inner ear infection that honestly was worse than just about anything I've ever had. And for some reason it's really hard to type when you're so dizzy you can't see straight. But enough with the excuses—I'll give you what I know you want…

Chapter 10

Megan sat at her computer, pretending to work. In reality, she was splitting her time between watching the elevator for Don, glancing at his desk, and watching David and Colby watch the elevator and Don's desk. So absorbed was she in her task that she was greatly startled by her phone ringing.

"Reeves," she answered, once she had recovered. "Oh hi, no, he's not…I see. We'll be there as soon as possible. What's the address?"

Her tone and subsequent questions were enough to pull her other teammates out of their reveries and pay attention to the one-sided conversation. The two descended on her work area and waited while she wrote out an address, thanked the person on the other end of the phone and hung up. Before their questions could be uttered, she looked up into their faces.

"That was Gary Walker. A couple of patrolmen found Don's car in a parking lot near his apartment. When they ran the plates and saw who it was registered to, they called Gary, who immediately tried Don's cell. Like us, he received no answer."

David looked at her. He was beginning to get concerned, but just because Don's car had been found didn't necessarily mean foul play. But Megan was obviously more than a little upset. He raised his eyebrows and silently encouraged her to continue.

Sighing, Megan finished reporting what Walker had told her. "Right by Don's SUV there were signs of a struggle and blood. When CSU was finishing up, they happened to notice something shiny alongside a curb. They discovered Don's cell. It's damaged—most likely caused by a drop to the pavement."

Colby gulped back fear and tried to force his thoughts to think about this rationally. "So," he said softly. Both Megan and David turned to him expectantly. "What are we still doing here?"

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Alan hung up the phone woodenly. This couldn't be. Donnie was just here a few hours ago. He had left early that morning to get some stuff done before going into work. How could he just disappear? He ran over everything Megan had told him: empty SUV, signs of a struggle, but no signs of the most important thing…his boy.

Mind made up—he grabbed his jacket and his keys, and left the house. No way were they keeping him away from this case…just let them try.

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Charlie was in the middle of a lecture when he heard the back door open. Late students…more than likely Grant—he'd been late twice in as many weeks. Deciding not to let him off the hook, he called out, "Mr. Hood—so nice of you to join us!"

But it wasn't Grant…because Grant never wore a suit. He most definitely never wore a tie. And most importantly, Grant was not Agent Todd…standing there with "that look" on his face. Charlie dropped his chalk. He didn't even hear himself dismiss his class mid-lecture, or hear the hushed chattering of his students as they filed past the stranger, casting worried glances back at everyone's favorite math professor. Charlie didn't remember heading for his office for his things. Looking back, he hardly realized he had accepted a ride with the grim looking agent. He just remembered that look. That look he had learned to dread. He'd seen his brother have that look—usually when he had to go inform a family member that "something horrible has happened, and I'm so sorry." But now that horrible, grim look was directed at him, and Charlie could hardly stand it.

Numbly, he made it through security at the Federal building and made it to Don's floor. When the elevator opened, he noticed a flurry of activity everywhere. The floor was usually busy, but not like this. Everyone was grim—hurrying this way and that, sharing information quickly and trading papers and reports almost faster than his mind could compute. He did, however, notice that much of the activity stopped when he stepped off the elevator.

Making his way to the section of the floor he always went, he noticed several people stand at his arrival. He didn't recognize all of them, but one person was conspicuously missing. Don was no where to be seen.

TBC