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Feedback: Please and be honest. air was crisp. The last of the cherry blossoms were falling into the Potomac. He stared at the calm water. "Do what you must," the old man sighed, not looking at the person behind him. He knew this time would come and he was tired of looking over his shoulder every day. "You won't find what you're looking for."
"That's where you're wrong," the man sneered, "I've already found it."
The old man hung his head and stuck his hand into his pocket, gripping the butt of his gun. "Doesn't matter, they won't let you take it."
"Again that's where you're wrong. That problem is being taken care of at this very moment." he laughed, raising his arm, "Now you're taken care of."
The old man tried to take the gun out of his pocket, but was knocked to the ground. The other man pressed his foot into the older man's back and squeezed the trigger. He kicked the body to make sure the old man was dead. The man then walked to the railing and threw the gun into the river.
He pulled out his cell phone and punched numbers. "It's done. Take out the others and bring me what is rightfully mine." he barked into the phone.
Jake and Donovan walked out of the Dirksen Federal Building into the cold fall Chicago air.
"And I thought Bloom was tough with the budget," Jake commented running across the street to the parking garage.
"Andrews was a number cruncher before taking over Bloom's job. It's something you need to get used to if your going to take over from me." Donovan commented, fishing his keys out of his pocket.
"Straight back to the office or are we making a stop?" Jake asked climbing into Donovan's car.
"What makes you think I want to make a stop?" he asked pulling onto the Stevenson Expressway.
"I saw you admiring it in the magazine." Jake commented, "It's something I'd like to do myself."
"Really?" Donovan smirked, trying to picture Jake with it. "You surprise me at times Jake."
"What?" Not for me, something to torture you with. But it looks like it wouldn't bother you." Jake frowned.
Jake smiled again when he saw they were pulling into a Target parking lot. They walked into the store and twenty minutes later they came back out. Donovan tossed the bag into the back seat and started off back towards the office.
"Easy with it Donovan," Jake warned, "you don't want it going off."
"Got your seatbelt on right?" he asked, never taking his eyes of the rearview mirror.
"Yea."
"We're being followed. Since we left the Federal Building. Hold on." he warned.
Jake placed a hand on the dash board as Donovan sped up.
"Good thing rush hour is over." Jake commented as Donovan weaved in and out of the traffic.
"Call the team and find out where they are and if they're being followed." Donovan growled as the car following them sped up. "If they are tell them not to do anything stupid. Have them go straight to the nearest police station and call them for help."
"Donovan, watch out!" Jake yelled as he saw the window roll down and a gun came out. Donovan swerved, trying to avoid the bullets flying at them. A few hit his car as he swerved onto the shoulder of the road and slammed on the brakes.
"Be careful." Donovan ordered, as he watched Jake push open the door. Donovan dove out of the car as more bullets came flying at them.
"You okay?" Jake yelled as the car took off down the expressway. "Donovan?"
Jake looked and saw Donovan sitting up against the car holding his shoulder. "I'm fine," he said taking a quick look, "just a scratch."
"Shaw." Jake barked into his phone. "Alex where are you? Be careful, someone just tried to kill us. Yea, I go it. We'll be there as soon as we can."
"What's going on?" Donovan asked standing up.
"Everyone's at the office," Jake started to say.
"But." Donovan asked, afraid to know what's going on.
"But your buddy Tom is waiting there for us with his boss." Jake finished, watching Donovan's expression.
Donovan tossed his keys to Jake and climbed into the passenger side of the car. "Let's go."
Twenty minutes later they ran into the warehouse demanded answers.
'You okay boss?" Cody asked seeing the blood on Donovan's shirt.
"A scratch." he replied looking around, "Where are they?"
"Your office." Alex replied watching Donovan take two stairs at a time. She looked to Jake for some answers.
In his office Donovan saw Tom sitting on his desk and another man sitting in a chair.
"Frankie, are you okay?" Tom asked, "You remember our boss."
"Ex-boss." Donovan reminded them, "Kevin."
"I would like to say it was a pleasure seeing you again Frank." Agent Kevin Broderick stated.
"Get to the point Kevin." Donovan growled.
"Carlos Robertson." Agent Broderick replied handing Donovan a file.
"When was he released?" Donovan asked taking the file.
"He wasn't." Tom answered. "His men broke him out three weeks ago."
"And why am I learning of this now?" Donovan yelled, slamming a fist onto his desk.
"Because we only learned of his escape a few hours ago, after." Tom started to say.
"After what Tom?" Donovan demanded.
"After Agent Mansfield's body was found near the bank of the Potomac." Agent Broderick added.
"He's in the States Frank." Tom warned.
"Morgan." Donovan whispered, heading for the door.
Tom and Agent Broderick watched as Donovan ran down the stairs. "Jake, I need my keys!" he yelled running towards the door.
"What's going on?" he asked tossing them to him.
"Morgan's in danger." he replied getting into the driver's seat.
"Then I'm coming with you." Jake said sliding into the car.
Twenty minutes later Donovan pulled in front of his house. They both noted Morgan's van was in the driveway.
"Morgan's still not answering her cell." Jake hissed, smacking his hand against the dash.
"Jake, go through the back." he instructed, "I'll go in the front. I'll explain later."
"Alex said to tell you she's on her way here. She's pissed you didn't tell her Morgan's in trouble." Jake pointed out. "You know how protective she is of her godson."
"I'll deal with her later." Donovan sighed slowly walking towards his front door.
Jake slowly moved against the side of the house towards the backyard. He was silently praying that Morgan and Michael were safe. He felt sorry for the person who would hurt Donovan's eight month old.
After Morgan helped save Donovan's cousin, Nicole, she collapsed and had a threatened miscarriage. Morgan was only eight weeks along when Robert Hillard beat her up and left her to die in Nicole's storage unit.
The doctor ordered complete bed rest for the rest of the pregnancy. They saw first hand how different Donovan was away from work. His wife and unborn child were his life. Donovan didn't even want Morgan to attend Nicole's wedding to Cody. They found out how stubborn the woman could really be.
Jake tested the back door and found it to be unlocked. He silently cursed knowing both Donovan and Morgan would never leave the door unlocked.
The laundry room was the first room he searched. Nothing. He carefully made his way into the kitchen and Donovan's home office.
"Donovan!" Jake yelled through the house, "I'm in your office."
Donovan ran through the house, not knowing what he was going to find there.
"What did you find?" Donovan demanded.
"Was she in any of the rooms?" Jake asked.
"No. What did you find?" Donovan again demanded.
"Frank?" a voice yelled through the house.
"Morgan?" he replied running into the living room.
Morgan was standing in the hallway looking at the mess. Furniture was thrown all over. Pictures were smashed. She was shocked when Frank pulled her into a fierce hug and refused to let her go.
"What's going on?" she whispered.
"Where's Michael?" Jake asked.
"Outside with Nicole and Alex." she replied looking around, "What's going on?"
"I'll explain at the Nest." Donovan promised, caressing his wife's cheek, "I need you to get stuff for you and Michael. It's not safe here. Alex, take Nicole home and meet us back at the Nest."