Don sighed briefly as he left the FBI office. The rest of his team had left an hour earlier, it had been the best kind of day. Quiet. As he began the drive back to his apartment his phone began to ring.
"Eppes," he said, without bothering to check and see who was calling.
"Hello, Agent Eppes. Do you know where your family is?" Don immediately went from driving toward his apartment to driving toward his brother's home, ignoring the increase in honking from other cars as he did this.
"What do you mean," years of training took over, Don's voice was calm.
"It's been a pleasure, Agent Eppes. I'll be in touch." Before the connection went completely dead, Don heard another sound in the background, one that nearly stopped his heart.
"Where is my son?" The phone went dead and with shaking fingers Don hit the speed dial for his brother's home phone. And had to listen as it rang and no one picked up. Don's quiet day was officially over.
