I found an old box of letters that Don used to have. He must have left them here. They were pretty interesting actually, I'm wondering if Don meant to throw them out...

Charlie had not dared to take anything of Don's for a very long time. The days when they could just wrestle it out until the lesson was learned had been over for many years, and Don had learned the best way to keep Charlie out as teens was to physical force that the younger couldn't ammount to.

However, when Don moved out, into his own appartment, he had left a couple of boxes in the top of the closet. Charlie had found them when Alan had assigned him to clean out the room, and had stashed them away in his own closet for nearly a month. Today, however, Alan wasn't home. It was the perfect time to see if there was anything interesting within that box.

He lifted the lid of the smaller and discovered that it was crammed full of paper. A printed out e-mail lay on top.

To: Donald Eppes
From: Nicole Davis
Subject: RE: Dinner

Nicki,
I was hoping you'd be up for dinner with me tomorrow night, since you just got out of the hospital. By the way, how's you shoulder?
I need to talk to you soon, it's very important. Please call and let me know if you can make it.
Don

Don-
Thanks again for dinner. You've given me a lot to think about, and I've finally decided. What the heck, I'm in! I've included the numbers.
Take care,
Nicki

A list of seven telephone numbers followed that, none connected to names. Charlie vaguely wondered what his brother would need that many telephone numbers for; what had he done in Mexico, run a dating service? And what about this Nicki? Was she another girlfriend?

Shaking his head, he continued through some more notes. Most said things like "Pick up beer for Friday" or "Stock up on chicken". Weird memos all single men seemed to need. However, far and few in between were some truly interesting things. Letters and printed out e-mails seemed to find their way in between the little notes.

Don-
HUGE breakthrough. No need to press charges against Christopher Mandson, your testimony worked! They're letting him off, no fees and an official apology, and I couldn't have done it without you!
See you at dinner!
Will
Christopher Mandson...who was Christopher Mandson, and what kind of fate had Don saved him from? And who was Will? Charlie searched his memories, and a few moments later, he managed to remember. Will What's-his-name. He had been a jerk, based on what Don had said about him during the occasional rant. Somehow Don had forgotten to mention dinner and notes.
Dear Don,
I'm sorry, but I can't agree with what you're involved with anymore. I put up with it for a while, and I've kept quiet, but when I signed up for the FBI, I didn't sign up for this experience, and I know you didn't either.
I love you, Don. I hope you understand that I don't want to hurt you, but I can't compromise my position or support you risking yours.
I've gone ahead and packed up. I won't tell anyone what you're doing, but you can tell Will I'm out. It's not worth it, and maybe someday you'll realize that too.
See you around,
Terry
Charlie stared at this bitter note, then suddenly gaped at it. Terry? As in Terry Lake, the female agent Don seemed to get along alright with? What did he know about his brother after all?

To: Donald Eppes
From: Will Parker
Subject: Team

Don-
I know I've said things were looking good with just you, me, and Terry, but now that we've lost Terry, I'm not so sure. She was pretty valuable, and we need a third person. What about Nicki Davis? She seems like the norm. Maybe she'd be interested?
I'll keep you posted!
Will

Nicki... The girl from the first e-mails...what was this about a team? Don hadbeen in the FBI in Mexico, hadn't he? Did they break up into teams, or-

Downstairs, the front door closed with a click, and Charlie quickly stuffed the box under his bed, throwing himself onto his bed and opening a book hastily. Just as soon as he caught his breath from the sudden activity, Alan poked his head into the doorway. "Just got back from the store. How about some dinner?"

"Sounds good, Pop. Be down in a sec."

But as he walked down the stairs after his father, his head was filled with questions without answers...but one clear thought registered. "What the hell have I found?"

A/N: I hope this doesn't seem too slow, and I'm sorry about the e-mails, wasn't exactly sure how to format them (the original draft had adresses, but this computer hates me). The next chapters should be a lot more interesting. As always, please review!