Don, Charlie, and Megan all filed silently into the FBI offices. Charlie was still looking at the papers the kidnapper had left. They pushed into the conference room that they had been using and each sat. Don silently shook his head which did not go unnoticed by Megan.

"What is it Don?" Don looked at Megan the pain she saw in his eyes took her breath away.

"Who? Who could possibly be responsible? I thought Mitchell, but now he's dead. Who hates me so badly as to take my dad?" Megan didn't respond, she knew nothing she said would be comforting to him right now. Don turned when Charlie stood and headed out toward his desk.

"What are you doing, Charlie?" Charlie turned with a half smile on his strained face.

"I'm going to call the campus bookstore. See if I can get a list of what books these all are." Don nodded and watched Charlie go then silently turned to Megan. Megan knew what he was thinking before he asked.

"I brought him in on this Don." Whatever else she was going to say was interrupted by the return of David and Colby. Both looked weary and beaten as they looked at their boss.

"Sorry, Don." David said quietly sitting in one of the chairs. Don shook his head and attempted a thin smile.

"Not really your fault is it?" He muttered. Colby nodded toward Charlie.

"What's Charlie doing?"

"Calling the bookstore on campus. To see if he can get a list of what the books are." Don reached for another file.

"Back where we started then?" He opened the file but before he could see who it was, Charlie was coming back into the room, looking apprehensive. He walked and stood directly in front of Don.

"Do you know what they are?"

"Sorry, Don. Rosemary, the lady that runs the bookstore on campus and could get me this information hasn't been in for a couple of days. Her assitant said that it would take her a couple of hours to look them up." Don looked up at Charlie like he'd been shot.

"What did you say her name was?"

"Rosemary Manning. She moved up here a couple of years ago from New Mexico..." Charlie's voice trailed off as he watched Don turn white.

"Remember Albuquerque. Oh man. That's the connection! Her brother Agent Manning was the one killed in the convienence store hold up! I was the one that told her. She took it well at the time, but." The ringing of Don's phone stopped his conversation. David nodded, indicating the call was being traced.

"Eppes."

"Agent Eppes. I warned you. I told you not to involve your brother...," Don cut her off, his voice back in control.

"I know who you are, Rosemary." There was silence for a moment on the line, and then a laugh. A laugh so cold and brittle it sent chills down Don's spine.

"I know. The bookstore just tried calling me. Dr. Eppes wanted information on what books corresponded with certain UPC codes. That's involving your brother. So now I am going to give you a choice. A choice that ends with whether or not your father dies." Don stopped breathing momentarily.

"What?" His voice was a harsh whisper.

"If you want your father to stay healthy, if you want the chance of finding him alive here is what you have to do and believe me, I'll know if you do it or not. You are going to tell your brother to leave. Leave the office. It doesn't really matter where he goes. You will also tell him he can't help you anymore ever."

"I'll never do it."

"I wasn't done. You also tell him that you hate him. That you resent him. After all you did didn't you? That's why you left home. You hate him, you resent him. And once you've done that, Agent Eppes, what will poor Dr. Eppes do? I think he'll fold. He'll be broken. And it will be all your fault. Don't do it, your father here will die. Think carefully, Agent Eppes. You killed my brother, I'm going to make sure your brother thinks you hate him. You have one hour to do it in. Then I might give you a clue to help you find your father." The phone call ended.

Don let it slip from his fingers. He was horrified. He looked at his agents, looking at him for direction. Then he rested his eyes on his brother. He fought back panic. If he told this to Charlie, he knew beyond any doubt it would kill him inside. He sat down hard. He had no doubt Rosemary would follow through with making sure he would never find his father.

He had the chance to get his father back but risk losing his brother's love, risk losing his brother forever, or he could lose his father forever but still have Charlie. Don felt bile rising in his throat and fleeing the conference room he bolted toward the restroom. Locking himself inside. He knew his agents and Charlie would be concerned, he didn't care.

"An hour...and hour to ruin my life, my father's, and Charlie's?" He spoke aloud to himself. He let himself slide to the floor. Don was beyond scared, beyond terrified. A women whose brother had died in his hands now held his father's life in her hands.

He had two paths. Two choices. And 1 hour to make a choice.