A/N: I'm sorry this update took so long. My brother broke my computer and I can only go on at lunch in the library for so long each day. So probably until Christmas my updates will be pretty scattered, but I promise I'll finish this one first! Oh yes and between December 23 until the second week in January I can almost guarantee there will be no updates, sorry!

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Charlie watched silently as Todd and a couple of his 'henchmen' dragged Mike's limp body out of the room. He wanted so badly to jump on them and tear them apart for what they had done. Blowing up eight innocent men and killing Mike so painfully, without a single tear of regret.

He'd comforted the man as he took his last, rasping breaths. Mike's last words would haunt him, he had pleaded with Charlie, "When you get out…find my baby, my Jamie. Find her…" and with that he let out an agonized moan and breathed no more.

He didn't know what to be afraid of now. As it looked, Todd wouldn't risk killing him, but what pain would he put him through, to get what he wanted.

Todd leered at Charlie with his pale, cruel eyes, "I have work for you," he told him menacingly.

Charlie didn't meet his gaze. He couldn't bear looking at the cold-blooded killer. He kept his eyes aimed at the floor, not out of fear, but out of repulsion. "Like what?" He asked contemptuously.

"You're to address me as Sir and you will not use that tone of voice!" Todd yelled, smacking Charlie across the face in a violent rage. The words were those that a father might've said to his son, but the way Todd said them, it was an order that you didn't want to disobey.

Charlie's head whipped back at he impact and slowly he raised his eyes to Todd's, "Sorry."

Todd only raised his fist and Charlie added, "Sorry, Sir."

Todd nodded at Charlie, but didn't lower his fist, instead he smashed it into the side of his face, in he same place he had just smacked, "You should've said it the first time."

Charlie stumbled backward and fell onto the cold, hard floor and lay there in a scared silence.

"I'll be back with your work," Todd said slamming the door behind him and Charlie distinctly heard the key turning in the lock. He was still stuck there and now he was afraid. Todd had a very violent temper and it was very short too.

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Tommy sat in the hard chair, describing the faces of the two men who had taken Charlie and Mike.

"Ummmm, the first guy was kind of pock-faced, narrow eyes, thin lips, long straight nose and a curved scar on his chin," Tommy remembered Lexo's cruel face.

The artist sketched quickly and turned the paper towards him, "Like this?" he asked gently.

Lexo stared back at him and he nearly screamed in terror, but instead he nodded stiffly. "Ok, what about suspect #2?" The artist questioned inquisitively.

"He was big. He had a round face, wide-set eyes, a small almost button-like nose and thick lips. He also had really bushy eyebrows," Tommy whispered in a barely audible voice.

He turned the sketch toward Tommy, but something was wrong, "His face was wider on the forehead and his nose was sort of crooked," Tommy corrected, raising his eyes to meet those of the artist.

The artist quickly made the changes and the face looked exactly like Todd. Tommy nodded that the picture was in fact one of the men that had taken Mike and Charlie.

The artist stood and walked out of the room, and Don entered, brushing up against the artist to get through.

"Tommy, I'm sure Charlie and Mike would be proud of you, I know I am," Don told the young boy in an attempt to cheer him up.

"I know," Tommy whispered, "You're not going to put me in a foster home are you? They took me last time," he added in a fearful voice.

Don lay a comforting on the boy's shoulder, "Never, you can stay with me or my dad, okay?"

Tommy nodded silently and smiled weakly, "Thanks."

"No problem, Buddy. You're helping me find my brother, it's the least I can do," Don replied comfortingly, "C'mon, I'll get David to drive you to my dad's and introduce the two of you."

Tommy nodded again as Don started to walk out of the room. Don looked back and beckoned him to follow. Getting up slowly, Tommy trailed Don out of the room, where he met David and got into his car.

Don watched as the teenager was driven away, sorrow in his eyes, the boy had been through too much for his years. It wasn't fair, but Don knew for a fact, life wasn't fair.

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Charlie watched as Todd dragged a young woman into the room, she had dark shoulder length brown hair and deep brown eyes. From his position on the mattress, he could see the hurt in her eyes.

"Let me go!" She yelled at the terrorist angrily. Todd shoved her into the room roughly and slammed the door behind him loudly. The thud it created echoed throughout the small room for a moment as the two stared at each other. The woman's eyes were wary of him. Charlie pulled himself to his feet.

The silence lasted for only a moment before she asked, "Who are you?"

"Charlie," was his one word answer. He wasn't sure of her just yet, was she the chemist or someone else.

"I'm Jordan Ferrier," She offered, "a chemist from Florida. I was here visiting my family when… well you put the pieces together."

"Charles Eppes, Mathematician and consultant for the FBI. My brother's an agent," Charlie told her imformatively.

"Lucky you, that means they'll never let you go," Jordan said sarcastically.

"I kinda figured that," Charlie answered quietly.

"Sorry, didn't mean to remind you, but no one can really forget," Jordan replied seriously.

"They killed them all," Charlie informed her sadly. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

"Who…your family"? She questioned softly

"No, before I was here, I was with about eight or nine other men and a teenage boy, they killed them all," Charlie confided, since there was no one else who'd listen.

"I'm sorry, Charlie, I really am," she soothed quietly.

"Looks like we're going to be roommates for awhile," Charlie changed the subject abruptly, brushing her hand off his shoulder. He wasn't in the mood to be comforted, only home could comfort him now, "Want the mattress closest to the wall?"

"I really don't care about which bed," she told him, then going back to the past subject, added, "I'm sorry they used the venom on your friend. I wish I never made it, but I had no choice."

Charlie remained silent for a moment, "It wasn't your fault," he said finally, sitting back down on the bed and she sat beside him.

Todd opened the door with a loud squeak and shoved a laptop into his hands, "Figure out a way, using your math stuff, to make the venom into a deadly cloud and how to disburse it," Todd ordered with an evil grin.

Charlie swallowed thickly and asked, "Why… uh, sir?"

"I'm going to have some fun with the FBI building," Todd told icily.

"I won't do it; I won't let you hurt my brother or my friends!" Charlie told him defiantly, all fear draining from his body. He knew had to protect them and he shoved the laptop back Todd's hands.

"I thought you'd do that," Todd told him the manic grin still on his face, he turned to someone who waited just outside the door and gave them the laptop, his hand came back holding a syringe.

"It's for your own good," Todd told him, advancing menacingly. Charlie backed up against the wall and saw Jordan placing her self in front of him.

"Don't," was all she said. Todd simply pushed her out of the way, someone grabbed her and held her firmly back.

Charlie's back was pressed against the wall, his shoulder's were raised stiffly in fear and the hairs on his arms and neck stood on end. Todd grabbed his arm and forcefully stabbed the needle into him, releasing the liquid inside.

The pain started immediately and he barely registered Todd leaving the room. ? He fell face up on one of the mattresses. He felt as if he was being stabbed over and over again, being beaten to a pulp and all his bones were being broken at the same time.

He held in the screams for as long as he could, but it was just too much. He let out a blood curdling scream and Jordan ran to his side.

"Charlie! Oh my god!" She yelled and she reached him. Carefully she turned him over and rubbed his neck, relieving him of some of his pain.

"How do you do that?" Charlie asked breathing heavily.

"I made the stuff, remember?" She told him in a quiet and remorseful voice.