Disclaimer: Don't own Numb3rs and Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None.

A/N: Wow, it's been awhile. I'm so sorry it took so long to update but senior year of high school has been quite hectic. I also just watched the second episode of the new season. I want Terry back! So here's the fifth chapter of Coming Back Home. Hope it's worth the wait. Please remember to review! I would appreciate it!

When Everything Happens…

Terry jumped into the SUV and fastened her seatbelt quickly. She braced her back against the seat and looked sideways as Don got into the driver's seat. He turned the key and the car started with its low rumble. Terry rested her head against the window and almost sighed in relief when she felt the cool glass. Don frowned.

"You okay?" he asked. Terry lifted her head up and smiled.

"Yeah, let's go."

Don put the gear in drive and they pulled out of the parking lot. Don shook his head. He had never imagined that the morning would start out like this. In fact, the past day seemed so surreal. First, Charlie ended up helping Don with his mathematical genius and now…. Jamie…Don never knew that literature could have a place in the criminal world. He had been glad of that. When Jamie was in her teens she had talked about wanting to be part of the FBI and that scared Don. He knew that Jamie was more than capable to become an agent but he did not want her out on the field…in danger. Luckily, she had chosen journalism.

"She's trying, Don," Terry said. Don sighed. Was she?

"Yeah. Right. Just coming here for an interview. That'll patch things up," he scoffed. Terry shook her head.

"I don't get it. You two were so close. What exactly happened? I mean, most siblings don't get into huge fights. You and Charlie. You guys work so well together."

"I don't know, Terry. You're the psychologist," he sighed irritably. He immediately regretted it when he saw a flash of hurt on her face.

"I'm sorry. I just don't want to talk about this right now. I'm worried about this case." A case that Jamie's helping out with.

"Yeah, I know. Sorry for nagging you," she apologized.

"You weren't nagging," he paused before he added, "You look really tired. You sure you're okay."

Terry smiled.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just confused. My-my ex called last night."

Don turned to face her after coming to a stop at a red light. His face was passive.

"Yeah? Why?"

Terry sighed and put a hand to her head.

"He wants to get back together."

Don stared out the windshield and nearly jumped when a horn honked from behind. He stepped on the accelerator and didn't speak for a few seconds. He couldn't trust himself with his voice. Why did this shock him so much? Worry him so much? After awhile he opened his mouth.

"Wow. That's pretty-that's kinda out of the blue," he said apathetically. His voice did not sound like anything he was feeling. Terry shrugged.

"Not really. He's been talking about this for a while."

Terry had no idea why she was saying all this to her partner. It was as if a dam cracked and she was allowing little bits of info through. Was she trying to make him jealous? If she was, it certainly wasn't working judging by the look on his face. His face was void of anything and it frustrated Terry to no end. No, she wasn't trying to make him jealous. Terry Lake didn't stoop that low.

"So…do you want to go back to him?" Don asked.

Terry chuckled as she leaned back. That was the mighty question, wasn't it? James had always been her type but after what their marriage went through she wanted to stay back. At least until her feelings for Don settled. But to keep him on his toes (not that it would), she answered

"Maybe. I don't know."

There was a long pause in the conversation. Terry cleared her throat. They had wandered on this topic for too long.

"And your dad? How's he doing in the dating business?" she asked mischievously. Don laughed.

"He's still recovering from the date with the astrophysicist. She ended up talking with Charlie for the rest of the night."

Terry smiled widely and kept herself from giggling. Poor Mr. Eppes. It wasn't fair that he was having a miserable time with this.

"Truthfully, I think he's having fun just meeting different kinds of people. First the duck lady and now the older female version of Charlie. Or Larry. Take your pick."

Terry pondered on a thought. Don sighed.

"Go ahead. Ask me."

Terry jumped.

"What are you talking about?" she asked innocently. Don raised an eyebrow. I love it when he does that.

"Terry, we've known each other for ten years now. We've dated each other. Now we're partners. Do you really think that I don't know that 'I'm dying to ask a question' look?" he asked.

Terry grinned. So he had paid attention in those years that they'd known each other.

"Fine, but it's about Jamie. Just as a warning."

"Go ahead."

"How are your Dad and Charlie taking her coming back?"

Don thought for a second after checking the rear view mirror.

"Dad's ecstatic to say the very least. Charlie's-I don't know. He took the news better than I did. It's so weird, Terry. She moved in with us at least until she finishes the story."

"Do you mind it very much?" Terry asked softly. Don turned to look at her. Terry sighed.

"Sorry." She went back to her window. Minutes passed before Don spoke up.

"I don't mind. It's just so weird to have a sister again. I still fight with her but I sort of like her here."

Terry slowly faced him and Don shot her a warning glare. She broke out into laughter.

"Don't worry. I won't tell her. Jeez, you Eppes…" she trailed away with a grin lingering on her lips. Don stared at her then turned his attention back to the front.

You're on a case. You're on a case. Terry's just your partner.

"Don?"

"We're here."

They walked through the sliding doors of Hamilton Clinic and were greeted with light pink walls, leather sofas, and waiting patients. The clinic did not have the usual hospital smell and instead Don smelled a peach fragrance. He and Terry strode up to the counter where a nurse was typing and talking on the phone at the same time. She signaled them to wait and Don mentally ran her over. In her 40s, Caucasian, red hair, blue eyes, maybe 140-150 lbs…

The lady turned off the phone and smiled.

"Hello, how may I help you?" she asked curiously. Her gaze lingered on Terry and her stomach. Terry refused to blush as they both took out their wallets.

"We're from the FBI. I'm Special Agent Don Eppes and this Agent Terry Lake. We need to ask about a patient who underwent abortion," he explained briskly. The woman's eyes widened.

"But all information is confidential," she said. Terry shook her head.

"Ma'am, this patient was murdered and we need to find out how this happen. You might be able to help us."

The woman stood up and Don was able to read the nametag. Nurse Philips.

"Let me get Dr. Hobson. She'll help you. Here wait, Tina would you get Dr. Hobson, please?" Nurse Philips asked a young lady. Don couldn't help but breathe in a little when he saw Nurse O'Reilly. She seemed to be in her late 20s. He admired her strawberry blonde hair and green eyes for a second before snapping back to business. Terry smirked at him slightly but he chose to ignore it.

"Um, sure. Would you wait a minute, please?" She slipped out of the maze of counters and walked into a darkened hallway. Minutes later, both the doctor and the nurse returned. The doctor seemed confused.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Hobson. I don't understand. How can I help you?"

Don grew wary of the other patients and suggested they move this into a private office. The doctor agreed and ordered the nurses to stay at the counters. When they settled into relatively comfortable chairs Don took in the scenery. The walls were completely white and there were windows that looked out onto the streets. The doctor walked to her desk and Don noticed the enormous amount of books on the bookshelves behind her.

"Angelica Jacobson was murdered two days ago and we found that she had an abortion the day she died. We need to ask you some questions on that," Don explained. The doctor nodded.

"How did the abortion go?" Terry asked. The doctor frowned.

"Nothing out of the ordinary. It went successfully."

"Do you remember what time she came in?" Don asked taking out his notebook from his breast pocket.

"Um, I think five or six o'clock. Tina will give you a more accurate answer. I don't see how we can help you with this," Dr. Hobson said almost nervously.

"We just need more information about her day went," Terry reassured her. The doctor nodded.

"Did she seem nervous? Or did something strike you as strange about her?" he asked. The doctor shook her head.

"No, not really. I mean, most women are nervous when they're about to get an abortion. There really wasn't anything that I remember as being strange. She and Tina talked for a little while and I think that took some of the nervousness away."

Don inwardly sighed. There was nothing so far. He turned to look at his partner and was surprised to see that she was scribbling away with an intense look. She was onto something and he was dying to know what it was.

"I see. Do you know what they were talking about?" Terry asked. Don frowned. Where was she going with this?

"I'm not sure. I was talking to another patient. You can't be thinking that Tina had something to do with this. Tina's a very sweet girl and she's been helping the more overwhelmed patients around here," she answered defensively.

"I'm not accusing Nurse O'Reilly of anything, Doctor," Terry replied calmly. "How long has she been working here?"

"Three months."

Terry wrote it down and then glanced at Don as if telling him that she was done. Don rose to his feet.

"Thank you. I think we're done for now. We appreciate this."

The doctor nodded and showed them to the door. They walked out of the hallway and they were back in the waiting room. Nurse O' Reilly was filling out forms while Nurse Philips was back on the phone. Terry went over to the counter and smiled.

"Thank you," she said quietly. Nurse Philips waved slightly still talking. Nurse O' Reilly smiled.

"Did you get the information you needed?"

Terry nodded as she gazed around the counter. Her heart almost stopped when she spied something nearly hidden underneath some paper. She gave the nurse a smile.

"Do you like Sherlock Holmes?" she asked. O'Reilly broke into a wide smile and reached over to get it.

"Yes. I'm reading The Hounds of Baskervilles. Did you read it?" she asked a little excitedly.

"Yes, I did. But I don't have time to read much nowadays. I loved the Sherlock Holmes books," she answered ignoring Don's impatient stares.

"I'm reading for this Book Club I'm in. It's called-" the nurse stopped. Terry leaned in.

"Yes?"

The nurse laughed.

"We're still coming up for a name. We just started and well, we just haven't come up with one."

"What type of books do you read in the club?" Terry asked. Now Don was a little more interested in the conversation as if he knew where she was going with it.

"Just things here and there. Fiction mostly. You know, mysteries and um…science fiction. That kind of stuff. Well, if that's all…" the nurse said. Terry stepped away from the counter.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry…Tina, is it? We better go. Thanks for all your help," she said. The nurse nodded and the agents walked out the sliding doors.

David felt the rush of cool air as he walked into the office rustling through a pile of paper. He had gotten strange information from Gonzales's wife and he tried to outline them in his head. David made sure to tune out the typing, the talking and the…tapping? He turned around at the tap on the shoulder to find an agent looking nervous.

"Um…is that woman supposed to be in here? We asked her to leave but she said she was Eppes' sister."

David stared at the usually bold agent curiously.

"Yeah, it's okay for her to be here. What's she doing?"

"Attacking people with her pink highlighter," the agent muttered under his breath. David wrinkled his eyebrows.

"Excuse me?" he asked amused.

"Nothing. Nothing. She's just where you left her I think." Then he walked away. Shaking his head, David walked inside the room where Jamie had been and stopped at the doorway. Jamie was paging through paper and she had two pencils stuck behind her ear. Her fingers were flipping the pink highlighter expertly. David smiled. Working so hard was definitely an Eppes thing.

"Please tell me you had at least one break," he said startling her. Jamie looked up with a smile as she stretched out her arms.

"Um, not really," she admitted. "How did the interview go?"

David sighed.

"Not sure yet. I got interesting things but I have no idea what to make of it. Maybe you should go home and get some rest," he suggested. Jamie shook her head.

"No thanks. I'm getting first hand experience on how everything works. Don probably won't have any time for an interview until later. So this should help me out a bit."

David settled his briefcase on the table.

"God knows, you've helped us quite a bit."

Jamie shook her head.

"Not really."

David gaped at her.

"Are you kidding me? With that Agatha Christie thing? That was quite impressive. It was like watching another Charlie but not," he said sort of sheepishly at the end. Jamie smiled. She then gestured to the other agents outside the room with her shoulder.

"I think I kind of scared them," she admitted. David ran his hand over his chin.

"Yeah, I was thinking about that. What did you do?"

Jamie snorted and crossed her arms.

"Pretty much, just waved my marker around acting like a possessed demon."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"No, but it was close enough."

He laughed. He sat on the other chair and sighed at the comfort the soft padding gave him. It was so nice to have some peace at times like this. Having Jamie Eppes to talk to wasn't half bad either. The Eppes made an interesting family, he decided. He could only imagine how life was for Mr. Eppes when all three of his children were together.

"So what do you do when you're not chasing criminals?" she inquired. David shrugged.

"Different things," he said. Jamie waved her hand telling to go on. He sighed.

"Playing the guitar. Cooking. Basketball."

Jamie smiled wickedly and leaned back into her chair. She tossed the papers onto the table and pulled her feet towards her chest.

"And what do you cook best?" she asked. David leaned in as if he was going to whisper in her ear.

"Chicken pasta," he said loudly. Jamie jumped in her seat and scowled as she rubbed her ear.

"Pasta, huh? And your favorite basketball team?"

David crossed his arms almost defensively.

"The Bulls."

Jamie snorted.

"Are you kidding me? The Bulls? But they suck!" she exclaimed. David sighed.

"They'll redeem themselves. The Bulls sucked before Jordan was put on the team," he debated. Jamie rolled her eyes. "And you? Your favorite team?"

"The Lakers," she replied proudly. David shook his head pretending to be exasperated.

"Figures. So what have you been up to in here?" he asked glancing at the stack of papers. Jamie shrugged.

"Just going through important details that might help you guys. But…"

"But what?"

"I need to know who you're dealing with. I mean, is the guy a lit professor at Harvard or something or is he or she just a regular person who's just obsessed with Agatha Christie. Does he look into symbols and motifs or is he just going with the plot line?" Jamie paused, "Sorry, didn't mean to sound like a geek."

David laughed.

"I think you're far from a geek. I didn't know Agatha Christie used a lot of symbols and stuff."

"She didn't but there's still a couple out there…This is all so strange. I never expected to be here so soon. You won't be able to believe how weird this week was to me."

"Well, supposedly you haven't been in LA for a long time and you just showed up out of the blue. But that's all I know. Don never told me he had a sister," he said. Jamie chuckled lightly.

"He wouldn't. I'm only here because my boss found out that Don is a FBI agent. I was supposed to be writing a beat story but he put me on this."

David swiveled his chair.

"Well, I'm glad he did or else we still might have been clueless about the whole case. Why did you decide to become a journalist?" he asked curiously. Jamie laughed.

"Oh…that's a long story. At first I wanted to be an agent just like Don but Dad and Don disapproved of it. Charlie probably did too but he was too busy with his math. Anyway, we fought for a long time until I pretty much told myself to forget it. I kept changing what I wanted to be. I had wanted to be an agent for so long it was weird to think about being anything else, you know? Somehow, I ended up being a journalist. Turns out journalism makes for an interesting and hectic life."

David uncrossed his arms.

"Wow…You wanted to be an agent. Man."

Jamie frowned playfully.

"What?"

"Just trying to imagine both of you guys working together on a case. With Charlie, the Eppes family would be invincible."

"I doubt that," Jamie grinned.

"So what do you do when you're not being a reporter?" David asked. Jamie thought for awhile.

"Read. Kendo. Writing. Playing tennis. Not cooking. I hate cooking," she answered. David coughed.

"Really? Well, that's no good. How do you eat?"

"Take out. Chinese. Burger King," she replied feeling sheepish. It didn't help that David was gaping at her.

"How can you live?"

"I survive," she said nonchalantly. "But that chicken pasta sounds good." She froze the second those words flew out of her mouth. Did she just--? Oh God. David smiled.

"Maybe you can come over some time and I'll whip it up for you."

There was an awkward pause.

"That would be great. Thanks…actually, why didn't I think of this before? Could I interview you for the article? I need more than one source and I don't think Don's willing to talk to me for at least for a little while. I would really appreciate it and I know you're business but it would be great to have different sides to how things work and-"

"Relax. Sure I'd be happy to help you. When do you want to talk to me?" he asked. Jamie beamed and David couldn't help but beam back.

"Thank you so much. Anytime. Any place. I'll work around your schedule."

"How 'bout tomorrow at seven. There's a café around the corner or tell you what. Why don't you come to my apartment and I'll make you chicken pasta."

Jamie gulped. Was it just her or was this starting to sound a lot like a…date? Not that she minded. David Sinclair…well, he was different and different made her smile.

"Yeah that'd be cool."

"Okay, I'll give you the directions before you leave. Terry and Don should be coming soon."

As if on cue the said agents walked in a little breathless. David and Jamie both stood up.

"So did you get anything?" David asked.

"Terry seems to think so but she won't tell me anything!" sputtered Don. Terry shrugged as David shot her a questioning look.

"I'm not sure if it's anything until I tell Jamie."

Everyone stared at Jamie. Her eyes widened.

"What? What did I do?"

Terry gently held onto her arm.

"Never mind them. If a person reads Sherlock Homes is she likely to read Agatha Christie's books?"

Jamie nodded.

"Usually, I mean they're from different eras but yeah Arthur Conan Doyle and Agatha Christies are the two famous mystery writers in America. Why? Who reads Sherlock Holmes?" she asked. Terry and Don glanced at each other.

"Tina O' Reilly. She's a nurse at the Hamilton Clinic and she supposedly talked to Jacobson right before the abortion. The doctor said that it was to keep her from feeling too nervous. O'Reilly is also new to the clinic. She's also in a book club for mystery novels," Terry answered.

"And science fiction," Don added. Terry looked at him thoughtfully.

"No…she added that a couple seconds after. She was searching for another genre. The book club probably only reads mysteries."

"What did you get on Gonzales?" Don asked. David flipped through his notebook.

"He started to act a little strange a year ago and he started to drink in excess since then. Sometimes he would have nightmares and he could never sleep. So far that's the only thing out of the ordinary."

Charlie came in with his briefcase and bunch of papers on the crook of is elbow. The agents and Jamie greeted him but he only nodded in return. He got right down to business.

"I need all the information you have on the victims and any suspects. Age, residence, jobs, hobbies, anything. "

"Okay, we can get that info for you. Jamie-do you have anything for us?" Don asked awkwardly. Jamie walked towards the table and picked up a stack of papers. She handed it to her brother.

"This is the whole book and I pretty much marked everything that might be important. I color coded them with the highlighters so that it's easier to figure out."

Don nodded.

"Thanks. Um, you must be tired. Shouldn't you go home?" he asked.

"Yeah, um I'll go now."

Charlie put his hand on her arm.

"I'll give you a ride. Oh yeah, Dad invites everyone for dinner," he said nodding to Terry and David. Don frowned.

"We're on a case."

"That's what I told him but he insisted."

Don looked around at his team and then stared down at all the paperwork.

"We'll bring some of the work home. Let's go." Don took some paper and notebooks into his arms and walked out the door. David and Terry cracked into wide smiles and eagerly followed him. Charlie and Jamie shrugged and walked out.

Terry stretched her arms way above her head and let out a small yawn. She had been hunched over the balcony staring out at the few visible stars. The Eppes' balcony was the best for the small amount of stargazing she did. The cool breeze prickled against her already cold skin but she ignored it. It was too nice out in the night to be worrying about the cold. The dinner had been great and everyone laughed so much at the table even with the tension between Jamie and Don, which was fading away slightly.

She heard shuffling from behind but she didn't have to turn to know who it was. She smiled when Don rested his elbows against the railing next to her.

"Every time you're over, you're here," he said with an amused twinkle in his eyes.

"I love your balcony, you know that."

She shivered as another breeze hit her. Don frowned and gently touched her arms.

"You're freezing. Let me get you a jacket." He turned but Terry grabbed him by the elbow.

"It's all right."

Terry felt her stomach quiver when she looked up into his dark eyes. There was always something there whether it be warmth, amusement, irritation, or just white-hot anger. However at that moment she couldn't see anything she recognized but it scared her logical mind. She turned back to the moonlight with her back behind Don. She almost jumped when she felt Don's warm hands on both her arms.

His hands moved up and down in slow motions and she bit her lip. She would not melt. She would not melt. She would not melt.

"Loosen up, will you?" he whispered in her ear. Oh my God. She let in a shaky breath and she closed her eyes. Then slowly, very slowly, Terry let herself lean in backwards and Don moved forward so that she was resting against his chest.

Terry felt heat stream from her skin to the rest of her body. Then both she and Don drank in the moon's rays in silence.

However, Don's phone interrupted them and they both jumped away from each other. Don cleared his throat and reached into his pocket.

"Eppes. Yeah…what? All right…okay we'll be right there. Bye."

He pressed OFF and faced Terry. He almost smiled when he saw Terry back into FBI mode. Her back straight, her eyes empty, her voice strong.

"Looks like we have a suspect."

Terry's eyes told Don to go on.

"You were on the right track. Nurse O'Reilly."

Jamie ran her fingers over the gold plated picture frame that had been placed above the fireplace. The picture had been taken when she was six. She had her hair in pigtails and was bending over a flower. A smile played across her lips.

"Is that you?" David asked softly from behind. Jamie gasped and turned around.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he apologized. Her father, Charlie, Amita, and Larry were in the kitchen chatting away. Don and Terry were out on the balcony to Jamie's knowledge. Jamie smiled.

"It's okay. Yeah, it's me. I forgot about this picture."

"Funny. I never even noticed it the couple of times I've been here. I would have definitely said something."

"Hmm. I remember this day," she said quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. This was taken on Mom's birthday. Dad gave her the flowers. Charlie, Don and me tried to make breakfast."

David grinned mischievously.

"Tried?"

"Hey, I told you. I'm not good at the cooking thing," Jamie laughed but then she grew silent.

"Do you miss her?" he asked. Jamie placed the picture back on top of the fireplace and twisted around to look at David. She expected sympathy but that wasn't what she saw on his face. There was understanding traced with concern.

"Yeah I do but I try not to think about it too much," she whispered and turned away from him.

"Okay," he said simply. Okay. Jamie watched him move over to the sofa. So simple. David plopped down and picked up the remote.

"You don't mind, do you? The Bulls game is on tonight on ESPN."

Jamie chuckled relieved that they were back on safe ground. She sat in an armchair next to him and she put her feet up on the coffee table.

"They're going to lose anyway. Why even bother?" she asked teasingly. I'm enjoying his company way too much. David put his hands up in the air.

"Ouch. Please tell me you did not diss my team for the second time today." He flipped the channels until he saw a red and brown basketball court. He settled back and sighed. Come on. Win just once. Just once, I'm asking you. Jamie peered at the screen and then smirked.

"They're losing by twelve already."

David shook his head.

"You obviously don't know the team. They were down by twenty once and yet they won."

Jamie snorted.

"That was with Jordan on the team."

"So you do know some Bulls history," David said. Jamie crossed her arms.

"Who doesn't?"

"David!"

They both turned to see Don and Terry coming in from the balcony.

"We've got a suspect. We have to go," Don explained. David stood up right away and smiled at Jamie.

"I guess the game has to wait. Bye Jamie, I'll see you tomorrow night."

"Okay. Bye, guys."

"Okay, so O'Reilly lives next door to the Gonzales family. She and he became fast friends almost to the point where his wife got jealous. O'Reilly also works at Hamilton Clinic where Jacobson got an abortion. What do we have on O'Reilly?" Don asked David. Don was sitting in his chair in the office while David was leaning against the desk. Terry was next to David listening intently.

"She's 28. One mother and brother. Father died when she was young. She had no problems with the law as far as I can see. A clean slate. Gonzales' wife told us that the lady was engaged but the fiancé died. And that was why O'Reilly moved. She's in a book club which we already know," David answered.

"Her fiancé died. That could definitely have to do with something either as a motive or it could be affecting her psychologically," Terry remarked. Don flicked his pen a couple times before he put his hand up to his temple.

"Somehow I can't imagine her carving feathers on a body."

Terry sighed.

"I can't either but never judge a book by its cover."

David shook his head.

"I don't know. I think it's more realistic to consider an accomplice."

Don tossed the pen onto the desk.

"What did Jamie say about the next one? How did the next one die in the book?" he asked. David's forehead wrinkled.

"She said that the next person would get hit in the head."

Don sighed.

"Well, that doesn't really narrow us down to much. We're going to have to talk with O'Reilly tomorrow." Don glanced at Terry and she nodded. "And why are you talking to my sister tomorrow night?"

David laughed.

"Getting a little overprotective there, Don?" he asked.

"No, just curious," Don lied. Terry and David exchanged a furtive glance.

"She wants to interview me for her article so I invited her to my apartment so that we could talk without all the distractions in the office," he explained. Don frowned.

"In your apartment?"

David rolled his eyes while Terry tried to hold in her laughter.

"Nothing's going to happen. I don't really think of your sister in that way. Even if I did I'd be too scared to go through with it," he muttered the last sentence. Terry gave up trying to keep her chuckles in check. Don glared at her but his partner ignored it conveniently.

"Well, I think that's it for tonight. Let's go home," Don said. Terry and David nodded. David said his goodbyes and walked out. Terry was about to follow but Don grabbed hold of her arm.

"About today," he said. The mirth in Terry's eyes disappeared. She breathed in a little before answering.

"Don't worry about it. I've forgotten it already. I was just cold and you warmed me up a bit. That's all."

Disappointment clenched his guts but he made sure not to let it show on his facial expression. He had enjoyed the short moment he had on the balcony with her and he thought Terry had, too. But what did it matter? Nothing could or should happen between them. Such a relationship could endanger lives especially theirs. Frankly, Don liked Terry healthy and alive.

"Right. Good. Well, goodnight," he said emotionlessly. Terry smiled.

"Goodnight."

Then she turned away.

A/N: Well, I hope you like the chapter. I have a feeling there were a lot of grammar mistakes and it kind of went fast but I wanted to crank this out before I lost any interest. Please review and constructive criticism would be nice. And also, thank you for the past reviews! They always made my day!