Five days after the homicide Colby arrived at the bull pen to find a box of his personal belongings waiting on his desk. He began to sort through them. Everything looked ok, nothing was broken as far as he could tell. "Hey is that your stuff?" Megan asked.

"Yeah, Quantico sent it all back. Minus some files and my datebook but…"

"Well, I'd really like it if someone cleaned off my desk," Megan said with a smile.

Colby chuckled. "Yeah, right."

Megan handed him a cup of coffee and he took it gratefully. "Thank you."

He looked up and saw David walking toward him, his face buried in a file, as if he were deliberately avoiding Colby's gaze. "Hey man," Colby tried. If David was going to ignore him then Colby was going to make it as difficult for him as possible.

David looked up briefly. "Hey," he said indifferently, and kept walking.

Colby shook his head and looked at the box again. His heart sank. It wasn't here. "I guess they didn't return all my personal stuff."

Don was walking by and stopped when he heard Colby. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm missing a paperweight and a fishing lure. A woolly bugger."

"A what?" Don asked with a smile.

"My, uh, my Dad made it for me it's…"

"A woolly bugger huh?"

David chose that moment to come over and interrupt, talking about a car crash. Colby only half listened, too upset to give the matter his full attention. The one thing in his desk that he valued most was gone. His dad had given him that fishing lure the day he died. Colby kept it on his desk always. And how he'd never see it again.

He watched Don and David walk away and sighed. He'd been left behind once again. Moving was looking better every day. D.C. was a long way from California, no one there would know what he had done. A fresh start could be good.

Colby spent the morning reorganizing his desk, all the time wondering if he was only going to be packing it all back up in a week. Right after lunch he got a call from Don asking him to do some research on speed racing. After an hour of work, something came up on his screen that made him smile. Time to pay a visit to his former partner.

"Hey David, I've been working on a list of known and suspected street racers."

"All right."

"Check it out," Colby handed David his research. "I found this: six cases of vandalism in five months on the same speed camera."

"Just two blocks from the accident site."

"Yeah, someone out there doesn't want to be caught going fast."

"Looks like you're looking at an all night stakeout man," David said.

Colby felt a surge of excitement. He'd thought he would have to suggest the stakeout, but if David was suggesting it, maybe that mean forgiveness was coming. "Yeah, you up for it?"

David looked up, but it was Don who answered. "Actually, you know what, why don't I take it?"

Colby's face fell in disappointment. "Why don't you take the night off? All right?" his boss told David.

Don walked away leaving Colby and David in awkward silence. David handed Colby back the files and Colby walked away feeling crushed. Just when he thought things were getting better, they fell apart again.

Colby and Don sat in awkward silence. Colby desperately wanted to ask his boss and mentor for advice about taking the D.C. job. And to be honest he wanted to know what the chances were of him rejoining the team. If Don even hinted that he still wanted him, then Colby would stay and put up with everything. It wasn't enough to have Megan on board, he needed David or Don to want to have him around.

"So, you want to know what I just learned?" Don finally asked. "The first speed trap camera was actually invented by a race driver, to improve his time."

Colby kept his binoculars trained on the camera. "Huh."

"C'mon man, you better have some conversation, all right? We're gonna be here a while you know."

Colby lowered the binoculars, seeing the small talk for what it was. He smiled uncomfortably, not sure what to say. "Nothing you want to talk about?" Don asked.

His boss knew him too well. "I dunno," Colby swallowed nervously. "I guess, uh, I guess the right thing to do is to take that D.C. job."

"Well, that depends what you want," Don said after a moment.

"Yeah well what I want, I mean is to go back and start over. Have a regular job at the Bureau, no lying, no pretending," Colby finally met Don's eyes. "You know?"

"Well then the question is, is can you be happy with a regular job with the Bureau?"

"I mean, that's what I set out to do. If I wanted to be a spy I would have applied somewhere else."

"Look, most of us have to do undercover at some point."

"Yeah, but not in your own office," Colby paused and then decided to take the plunge. "I don't know, what do you think are the chances of me coming back to work for the team?"

He didn't look at Don, steeling himself for the answer. When one didn't come he finally looked up, his heart sinking. He should have known. He had betrayed their trust, even when forgiven, nothing could change that fact. It was hard to go into a firefight having to look over your shoulder because you didn't trust who was supposed to be watching your back.

Don leaned forward, his gaze intense. "Check it out."

Colby raised his binoculars. He'd have to wait for his answer. It was time to go to work.

A/N: Poor Colby. His insecurity during these episodes always makes me sad. Keep up the reviews please!!