"Agent Eppes?"
Don turned as he pressed the elevator button. He rolled his eyes when he saw O'Brien. His hair, or what was left of the thinning strands was plastered to his forehead with too much grease. His shirt was rumpled and his tie slightly crooked. If this was an active agent he would figure he had been on assignment too long, but O'Brien was just a paper pusher. He tried not to appear annoyed as he pushed the elevator button once more. "Did you need something?" Don prodded as the other Agent just stood there.
O'Brien jumped lightly, "I heard about you bb bbb brother. Is there anything I can do?"
Don smiled slightly, there wasn't much anyone could do, but O'Brien could barely take care of himself let alone anyone else. Never one to push away assistance he figured he could use another pair of trustworthy ears. O'Brien was fairly new to the office and Don barely knew him. It was highly unlikely that Charlie had even met him let alone have gotten involved in anything with him.
"Sure O'Brien… ummm why don't you ride downstairs with me and we can talk on the way." He half pulled a reluctant O'Brien into the elevator with him as the ding told him the door was shutting.
"I think there may be someone inside the FBI involved in this, it would be a big help if you could keep your ears open for anyone overly interested in my brother's business. Could you do that for me?"
"Shhh Shhh Shh Sure Agent Eppes…. Inside the FBI? Wow that is ssss sss scary."
Don nodded as the elevator door opened, he stepped out, "Just call me on my cell phone if you hear anything you think is important ok?"
O'Brien stared straight ahead as the elevator doors slid shut in front his him.
Don's breaks screeched as his foot stomped on the break. He waved slightly to the old woman he had almost crushed. She glared in return and Don shook his head. All his concentration was gone. Maybe Terry was right he needed sleep, but then again he doubted Charlie was getting any sleep, or his father either. Once again everyone was counting on him.
He glanced up at the street sign and made a quick right turn. He was still distracted but his close encounter had woken him up enough to notice a black car follow him around the corner. He hadn't bothered to signal either. Don glanced again in his rear view mirror just as his back window shattered. He heard the shots that punctured his rear tires. He pulled his head down but then quickly jumped out of the car as he heard his attackers peel out and away. He immediately snatched his cell phone and put in a call to Agent Simmons, there was no way this was a coincidence.
How could I be getting close to anything I haven't even really started investigating yet?