The clock struck 11:26PM, when Don entered his father's home. He looked around expecting to see his brother asleep on the couch like always, but was surprised to see no blanket, no chips, and the T.V for the first time wasn't blaring as he walked in the door. He couldn't help but let a little smile appear on his face, as he was happy to see his brother using the bed they got him.

Don shook his head in amusement as he walked towards the kitchen noting the mess that had ravaged though every thing in the hallway to the kitchen. The hallway left plants turned over, soil with indented footprints, and blood quickly slashed against the wall. Don's eyes widen as his small smile faded quickly as he dodged his way over plants and fall tables. He saw the phone that lie casually in the hallway was off the hook, he thought 'Well that would explain why I couldn't get through earlier.'

He reached the kitchen as he saw small and large chunks of glass missing from the cupboards and broken plates that at this time reminded Don of a fallen angel, all he could think about was 'where was Charlie?' that question however because unsubstantial as Don's eyes hit on a lone kitchen knife laying in the sticky red substance Don knew to well. Tears began to form as Don's mind jumped to 'Is he alright?' "Where could he have gone?' ' Who could have taken him?'

Don's panic flowed out as he darted for the back yard where he found himself yelling at the top of his lungs "Charlie! Charlie where are you! Charlie!" Neighbors turned on their lights and looked down at the cop in confusion, some began to dial 911 as they heard the name he was shouting. Don knew that if Charlie were here he would have answered, but it seemed Dons worst fear had come true; men who had no soul left in their bodies took his brother.

Don shook his head and mumbled 'no' as he pulled out his silver cell phone. He quickly flipped it opened as he pressed the small number 1 black and red button, until it read 'Office' nicely on the view window. As he waited he looked around at the flowers that gave their sense in a calming way, as the cold began to blow softer and now just cooled Dons warmed face. He was happy to hear the voice of one of his closer friends at the office Terry answered the way she was taught by first saying.

" Hello this is 911, what seems to be the problem?" Terry's voice was warm and welcoming to any problem that people may have, but Don's was different, Terry didn't know most of the people who call, but she knew Charlie. Don sighed as he heard Terry's voice once more with a little concern "Hello? Is everything alri-?" Don couldn't let her finish he had to speak.

"Terry?" Don had trouble speaking those words, as tears were fighting against him to fall. Terry answered in shock.

"Don! What's wrong?"

Don had to answer, "Charlie's gone Ter. Someone took him. Right from his own home." Don could tell that Terry was beginning to worry, as she didn't answer to any of the things he just said. Don fought against tears, as his breath became short and forced.

"Don? Where are you?" Don thought that to be a stupid question as he had obliviously just told her, but he knew it was apart of standard procedure.

"Home."

"Alright Don, I want you to stay there. Don't come here don't go anywhere. Wait till your father gets home alright?" Don shook his head and quickly responded.

"Alright." Don thought for a moment, and then returned his attention toward Terry. "Terry, do you remember me answering any phone calls tonight from the office?" Terry thought for a moment about the question and then about the significant of it. Terry nodded to herself as she responded like an officer.

"Yes, you got a call at 10:30 from Charlie, wondering when you were coming home." Don closed his dark brown eyes as he nodded in thought. 'That was about an hour and 20 minutes ago… what could have happened in that time period to make events happen that quickly…

"Thanks Terry."

"No problem. Don we'll be there soon do leave okay?"

Don laughed and answered yes and they both hung up. Don walked back towards the kitchen. Terry turned towards David, and the rest of the team. She wiped a quick tear that had escaped, away, as she clapped her hands sounding a loud echo as everyone starred.

"Alright, we need squadrons 1and 2 to move out. We have a kidnapping; the home is of Alan Eppes, Donald Eppes, and the missing person Charles Eppes. The person in question has been missing for less than an hour so lets move out!" With that the room became nothing but a frenzy of people running this way to that. She herself got ready for the ride.

Don sat alone in the kitchen once reaching it with a heavy mind. He waited for his team and the dreaded return of his father who would probably have a heart attack, just as Don nearly did once seeing the house in the condition that it stood in. But even more he dreaded the question of 'Where's Charlie?' Don began to hate that question, but he knew that especially now it was an important one. Don shook his head once more as he sat back smelling blood that remained on the floor. Don thought of the items that were out of place: A blanket in the back yard, that must of meant Charlie was about to go to sleep when it happened, but no T.V. and no chips? Don muttered this to himself a few times and tired to remember when that occurred… Then it hit Charlie never watched T.V. when Larry came over, Don's eyes widen he thought about it once more, trying to disprove it but found it to be correct. Don panicked once more, he didn't find Larry when he looked around, no one answered him when he called, that means, Don was reluctant to say Larry was taken too.