A/N: I'm going to try really hard to finish this before Christmas vacation! I think there is going to be two more chapters after this. Maybe three, I hope this chap keeps you on the edge of your seats! It's supposed to.

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Charlie typed furiously at the laptop, asking Jordan a couple of questions every few minutes and from Todd's point of view it looked like Charlie had learned his painful lesson. Todd smiled evilly remembering his plans for the FBI building.

Reluctantly, Charlie folded the top down on the laptop and Todd, who'd been watching the last couple of minutes, took it from him, "Knew you'd see it my way." He chuckled.

Charlie lifted his head and looked at him with tortured eyes; he opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it. He pulled himself up from the chair and away from the desk to sit on a mattress with Jordan, who wrapped a friendly arm around him.

"Isn't that sweet?" Todd laughed sarcastically, "Are you two hungry?"

"Yeah… sir," Charlie whispered and Jordan nodded. They heard Todd call out to someone who was in another room as he left.

"Do you think he's actually going to give us food? Or is he just taunting us?" Charlie asked, too used to Lexo taunting him with water and food.

"Of course, he's going to need us alive you know," Jordan assured him.

"I know I'm just sooo hungry. The only thing I've eaten in days is a dinner roll," Charlie told her as his stomach grumbled loudly.

"Don't expect a three course meal," she warned him, "If you complain he'll take it away."

"Figures," he replied tiredly.

The door opened and someone came in with two bowls of steaming soup, some bread and cheese. He put them on the desk before walking away without a word and slamming the door behind him.

"I thought you said we weren't getting a three course meal," Charlie joked sarcastically, but his heart wasn't really in it. His face lacked the smile of a real joker, "Wow…soup, bread and cheese! Can't you count?"

"Give it up Charlie," she snapped angrily, he hadn't lived off the stuff for six years, but he'd learn.

Charlie frowned and started dipping his bread into his soup. Hungrily he took a bite, savoring the taste.

Jordan ate fairly quickly and watched him in disbelief, "How can you eat so slowly after being deprived for so long?"

"The slower I eat, the longer it lasts," he answered her simply as he took a small bite of cheese.

The food satisfied his stomach and he walked around the room a couple times to exercise a little.

"All we can do now is wait," Jordan thought out loud.

Charlie lied down on one of the mattresses, "Wake me up in an hour or two. I just want a quick nap."

Jordan nodded silently and looked out the window of their prison, Are we ever going to get out of here? She wondered to herself.

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"Where is he?" Don questioned the man in front of him.

"Who do you mean? Charlie? I'm not telling," Lawrence put his feet up on the desk with a smug smile.

"Mr. Nevence…" Don trailed off angrily, staring at the man who had started the whole thing, "Everything will be much easier for you if you help us find him." Don paced back and forth in front of him.

"You keep saying 'he' or 'him'," Lawrence observed lazily, "Do you think if you say his name, it'll all be real? Agent Eppes… News flash, it's too late, it's already real."

Don sat down across from Lawrence, "Mr. Nevence-"

Lawrence cut him off, "Call me Lexo."

"Lexo," Don said purposely, "What is it going to take for you to tell us where Charlie is?"

"First admit it's your fault what happened to Lexa and tell me how your brother being at the mercy of ruthless terrorists makes you feel. Then maybe I'll give you a hint," Lexo glared at him with the hint of a smirk on his face.

"I shoulda been there sooner, I wish I had been," Don told him honestly, "Not just for Charlie, but for your sister and your father and…for you."

"Like you care what happens to me," Lexo cut in contemptuously, "anyway, answer my second question." Lexo saw something cross over the agent's face.

"How did you feel when your sister was missing?" Don turned the question around.

"This isn't about me!" Lexo screamed at him, "This is about you!"

"This has always been about you, about your need for revenge," Don replied calmly.

"I guess you don't want to find your brother," Lexo snapped.

"It makes me feel guilty, worried, helpless and unbelievably angry!" Don spat out the words difficultly, "Now where is my brother?"

"Not telling," Lexo repeated evilly.

Don put a file on the table that contained pictures, he spread out pictures of Lexo onto the table in front of him, "Do you think this is what she wanted, someone else to have to go through this?" He jabbed at a particularly gruesome picture.

Lexo turned his head away, tears welling up in his eyes, "Stop! I'm not telling you!"

Don picked up a different set of pictures and showed them to Lexo, it was Don and Charlie playing together as children and one of Charlie and his mother together, "You're taking a son from his father, a little brother from his older brother," he threw a picture of Charlie's class on the table, "a teacher from his students and…" Don trailed off as he threw the last picture on the table, "a man from someone he loves and who loves him back," the picture was Amita smiling into the camera.

"Okay," Lexo whispered, "I'll tell you. He's at 4764 Hodeff Street, it's a big abandoned warehouse. Get him back, I'm sorry."

"So am I," Don replied as he left in a brisk jog. He ran out and called, "Terry!" A thick fog surrounded him and he tried desperately not to breathe in. Black spots invaded his vision and he felt himself fall to the ground.

He vaguely heard Lexo struggling in his handcuffs, "Agent Eppes, what's going on?" he heard Lexo yell.

Don coughed weakly and lost consciousness.

"Charlie where are you?" He yelled into the infinite blackness.

"Donnie! Over here! Help me, save me!" he heard his younger brother yell desperately.

"I'm coming Charlie! Hold on!" Don called to him, "I just need to find you!"

"Hurry Donnie!" a small cry came.

"I'm coming Charlie!" Don bellowed and suddenly the blackness lifted. Charlie lay on the ground, not breathing.

"Charlie…" Don whispered sadly, but no answer came from the still man, "Noooooooooo!" Tears seeped through his eyelids as he hugged his dead brother, "no."

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Jordan looked at her watch, two hours had past, but she couldn't bear to wake him. He looked so peaceful, different from how she usually saw him. She just hoped their plan had worked.

Charlie turned over on the mattress mumbling in his sleep, "The ratio is 9:1 class, can you tell me how I got that answer?"

Jordan smiled slightly; at least he could live his old life in his sleep. She watched the mathematician sleep and sighed, maybe later she'd take a nap too. But not yet, too much was going on for both of them to sleep.

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Don opened his eyes tiredly, all of his limbs ached, and he lifted himself onto his shoulder to look around. All the other agents were just waking up as well and Lexo was groaning loudly.

"What happened?" He asked David who lay beside him; he probably was trying to aid Don when he fell unconscious.

"I dunno, I saw all of you on the floor when I came in and tried to help, but…" David trailed off.

"I think it's a failed terrorist attack," Terry interrupted from a few feet away. She was the first of the agents on her feet and was holding a small canister.

"I'll get one of the techs to look at it," David said as he stood up himself. The other agents followed him. Terry held the canister gingerly and Don racked his brain, what am I forgetting?

"By the looks of it, it was meant to kill, but a chemical used in the making of the can diffused it, only causing loss of consciousness," The tech told them, he'd been in another room and hadn't been exposed to it.

"Oh my god!" Don exclaimed, remembering how Lexo revealed Charlie's whereabouts, "I know where Charlie is!" He ran towards the doors.

"Well then let's go!" Terry replied and ran after him. Soon Megan, David, Terry and Colby were all on their way to save the missing mathematician.

Lexo was still in his chair that had tipped over during the attack, "Anyone want to help me up?" He called to them. They ignored him and another random agent righted the chair.

"I won't be too late Charlie, I promise," Don whispered aloud,