When it Rains Epilogue
Don pulled up to the house, turned off the motor and exited the vehicle.
After slamming the door shut, Don was all prepared to walk inside the house when a familiar sound made him stop and look up at the darkening sky.
"Oh no. Not again." Don said when he saw the ever familiar flash of lightening, and then seconds later he heard the rumble of thunder.
Shaking his head, Don jogged the last few feet and entered the house just in time to see his father put his hands on his hips as he stared at the tv screen.
"Dad?" Don asked as he went to stand next to his father.
"It's the same." He said, gesturing to the weather channel which showed the building storm over LA.
Taking his own look at the tv, Don saw what his father was talking about. Everything, down to the size and speed of the storm was the exact same as the last storm that had hit. The last storm which had driven Charlie in to the vile clutches of Kareem in the first place.
"Where's Charlie?" Don asked, after looking up from the tv.
"Donnie, after all these years, do you really need to ask?" Alan replied with a knowing look on his face.
"Wait don't tell me. The garage." Don said, before he snapped his fingers and turned on his heel.
Walking down the hall, Don stopped at the open door which led to the garage. Going though the entrance, Don was heartened to hear the scratching of chalk on a chalk board as he walked down the old, wooden steps of the garage.
"Hey Charlie." Don said as he gave Charlie a nod of his head.
"Hey Don." Charlie replied as he gave his big brother a semi glance before he put a hand to his head to try and retain the information he was currently trying to get down on the board.
"What'cha working on?" Don asked as he came and stopped beside his brother.
"It's a graph theory for a friend at the CIA." Charlie said calmly.
"For real?"
"Don, do I look like I'm kidding to you?" Charlie asked as he stood and faced his brother.
Don didn't know what to say to that. In fact he was a little confused by Charlie's tone of voice, but that confusion went up a few notches when Charlie started giggling.
"Come on Donnie, lighten up!" Charlie replied with a grin on his face as he put the chalk down.
"This is just something for Larry's work." Charlie said, gesturing to the math covered boards.
Don's mouth opened and took on the shape of an O, but nothing came out.
"So, what'd you need?" Charlie asked, putting his fingers together and giving Don his full and undivided attention.
"Um, I got a new case and uh was wondering if you'd take a look at these numbers Colby found at the scene." Don said, handing the folder to his brother.
"Sure, I'll take a look at it." Charlie said, taking the folder and following his brother back into the house.
"I'll do a set of variables and let you know what I've got." Charlie said as he had his face buried in the folder, looking over the numbers intently.
Just then a loud rumble of thunder sounded, causing Charlie to jump and nearly drop the folder.
"Let me know when you're finished and then I will personally come and give you a ride to the office." Don said, patting Charlie's shoulder.
Charlie nodded his head, fully agreeing with Don, who turned and headed for the door.
"Least this way I don't have to be wondering where he is." Don muttered as he opened the door and walked out in to the now sprinkling rain, while Charlie, still nice and dry, turned and went back to the garage to begin working on the new case.
THE END
A/N: I would personally like to thank all of the people who reviewed this story. Especially luvnumb3rs, merryw, and maurbill. You guys stuck with the story from beginning to end, and you were faithful in reviewing almost each and every chapter. And for that, I thank you.