Terry sat on a bench across the street from the Wells Fargo Bank on Wilshire Blvd reading the newspaper. She glanced up to see David walking along the sidewalk, in front of the bank, talking on the phone. Don was sitting in a car around the corner. Three days ago Charlie's program showed two million dollars being transferred to this bank. Terry had contacted the bank manager and explained what was going, and asked him to inform them if anyone called to make a withdrawal. The day before, the bank manager had called and said arrangements had been made to cash out the money today. The last time they had staked out a bank it had ended badly, with one agent killed in the line of duty. This time, Don had placed twice the number of agents outside the bank. There were also two agents inside the bank. Terry took a deep breath and tried to relax. Glancing around, she saw a figure she thought was familiar. She watched as he got closer and could see it was Fritz. Terry opened her cellphone pretending to make a call.

"Suspect is just came around the corner passed David."

"Confirmed?" Don asked.

"Yes," Terry said. "It's Fritz."

"I see him," David said. "He's armed."

"Okay, people, look sharp," Don instructed.

Terry watched as Fritz headed for the bank. Don told everyone to let Fritz get the money before they took him down. It was going to take the bank a few minutes to finish the transaction, and Terry watched as her fellow agents started to go on guard. The gestures were subtle but she knew what to look for. An agent sitting at a table turned so he was facing the door. Two female agents walking together stopped at the corner of the bank to talk. Don left the car and took up a position around the corner from the door. David moved across from Don and continued talking on his phone. Terry could see that when Fritz exited the bank he would be surrounded.

"He's coming out." The agent in the bank said.

Terry put the paper in her lap to cover her H&K pistol. Fritz exited the bank and Don let him pass. Terry saw Don give a slight nod.

"FBI! Freeze!"

The adrenaline rush coursed through Terry as she pulled her gun and joined the other agents across the street. She had warned Don that this was the one robber who might do something stupid. She could see Fritz was truly thinking of going for his gun.

"Don't do it!" Don ordered. "Put the bag down and lace your fingers behind your head!"

Fritz turned to look at Don and cursed. He slowly put the bag down and raised his hands over his head. He slowly moved his hands together and laced his fingers behind his head.

"Get down on your knees!" Don instructed. "And cross your ankles!"

Don kept his gun trained on Fritz as he complied. Once he was down on his knees Don signaled for David to move in while Don kept him covered. David returned his gun to his holster and approached Fritz cautiously. When he was close enough David grabbed Fritz's right wrist and cuffed it then swung his left hand down and closed the second cuff around his wrist. When he was secure David reached down to remove the gun from Fritz's pants.

"Clear!" David yelled as he held out the gun.

Terry lowered her gun and replaced it back in its holster. She flexed her fingers as she approached the others and could hear Don giving compliments to all the agents. He handed the money to one of the other agents as they walked Fritz to the car.

"How the hell did you know!" Fritz demanded.

"We're the FBI, we know everything," David said as he pushed Fritz into the back seat and closed the door.

"I thought it was the CIA that knew everything," Terry teased.

"What, the Cooking Institute of America?" Don smirked.

"Well that's one down," David said. "Wonder if he'll give up the other two?"

"I doubt it," Terry said. "Fritz may be the least stable of the crew, but he's the most loyal to Sergie."

"I agree," Don nodded. "We'll have to wait until each of them go for the cash."

"Charlie's going to be pleased," Terry smiled. "How's he doing?"

"He went back to work today," Don said. "When I dropped him off at the school Larry had a fit when he saw the bruise."

"That bad?" David asked.

"Not only is it purple," Don said. "It's getting that greenish look as well,"

"Not pretty," Terry cringed.

"Let's get this piece of shit back to headquarters," Don said, and headed for the driver's door.

David headed off to another car and drove back with the other agents as Terry slid into the passenger seat. The drive back was uneventful except for Fritz complaining the whole ride. Once they were back Don deposited Fritz in an interrogation room, and then left the suspect there to stew for a bit while he went to get some coffee.

"So do you want to sit in on the interview?" Don asked Terry as he sipped his coffee.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Terry smiled.

"David, I want you to watch from the recording room," Don said.

"Sure thing," David said, following them to the interrogation rooms.

For the next three hours Don tried to get Fritz to tell him where Sergie could be found. Fritz wouldn't give him up, and Don was finally forced to admit defeat. They charged Fritz with murder, for killing the bank guard, and robbery. They returned to the bullpen, where David checked his messages as Terry and Don moved over to his desk.

"That went about as well as I expected," Terry said.

"I'm not too worried about it," Don said. "Calvin and Sergie will eventually go for their money."

"I don't know," Terry said doubtfully.

"What?"

"Calvin may go for the money, but Sergie will wait."

"Why do you say that?"

"Sergie is patient. He'll wait for things to die down."

"I hope you're wrong," Don said, rubbing his eyes. "I want him."

"I know you do," Terry said. "We'll just have to wait him out."

"Don," David said, walking over. "Just got off the phone with Bankers Trust. Someone has made arrangements to remove the two million tomorrow."

'That would be Calvin," Terry said.

"All right, gather the team," Don instructed. "We'll put together the plan for tomorrow."

Two hours later Don was pulling into the parking lot at CalSi. The rest of his day had been spent making plans for the take down tomorrow. When he was satisfied everyone was ready he'd told them to go home early and get a good night's rest. He wanted everyone fresh for tomorrow. Don got out of the Suburban and walked towards the math building. It was still early, and the campus was full of students. As he entered the building and made his way to Charlie's floor he was surprised at the quietness. His footsteps echoed as he made his way to Charlie's office. The door was open and Don stepped inside. Amita looked up as he walked in and put her finger to her lips. Don gave her a quizzical look and she pointed to Charlie's desk. Turning to look, Don could see his brother sprawled across the desk, sound asleep.

"I didn't have the heart to wake him," Amita said quietly.

"Rough day?" Don asked.

"He had to fill in for Professor Christian," Amita said. "His wife went into labor, so Charlie covered his three freshmen classes."

"Freshmen, huh?" Don laughed. "Poor Charlie, must have to switch gears to teach them."

"Yes," Amita laughed. "Sometimes he forgets and I have to bring him back down to earth."

"Yeah, well, Charlie can get pretty excited when he's talking about something he loves."

"Are you here to take Charlie home?"

"Actually I am."

"Good, because I have a study group to get to but I didn't want to just leave him here."

"Thanks Amita."

Don watched her go, then turned back to his brother. Charlie was asleep over some papers he had been grading. Shaking his head, Don shook Charlie's shoulder. He hadn't been prepared for Charlie to wake so abruptly and look around.

"Easy, buddy, it's just me."

"Don?" Charlie asked rubbing his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"Came to see if you wanted a ride home."

"I'd like that."

"Let me take that," Don said, grabbing the computer bag as Charlie went to swing it up on his shoulder.

"Thanks."

As they stepped out of the building a student ran up to Charlie and handed him a paper. Charlie took the paper and told the student not to bring it late next time. Don just smiled, wishing his professors had been as lenient as Charlie. When they got to the truck, Don put the computer in the back seat and then climbed behind the wheel.

"We got Fritz," Don said as they pulled out of the lot.

"That's great!"

"Bankers Trust called today and said arrangements were made to remove two million tomorrow. Terry thinks it's Calvin."

"She's probably right. Sergie would take the bigger cut."

"Yup, I agree."

Charlie bit his lip and turned to Don. "Nothing went wrong? Everything was okay?"

"Everything went perfect. No one was hurt."

"I'm glad," Charlie sighed. "Didn't want a repeat of last time."

"What happened with the Charm School Boys wasn't your fault, Charlie."

"I know, but it was my equation."

"Your equation just told us where they would strike next. It didn't pull the trigger."

"I still feel responsible in part."

"I know. So do I."

"Yeah, well, I hope Calvin goes down as easily as Fritz did."

"You and me both."