Megan watched with concern as Don had bolted from the room wtih a sick look on his face. She looked quickly toward David who shook his head. They had not been able to get a trace on the call. The entire room was silent. Colby had moved to stand behind Charlie and offered him silent support with a hand on his shoulder.

A few minutes later Megan spotted Don walking slowly toward the conference room. She looked hard at her leader. He looked beaten down, a look she had never seen on him before. he came quietly into the conference room.

"Charlie, can I talk to you for a minute." Charlie stood and followed his brother out of the conference room and out of Megan's line of site. Putting her mind firmly back to the task at hand she turned to both David and Colby.

"Let's start finding out everything we can on Rosemary Manning. One of us needs to pay a visit to her home."

"She works at CalSci. We should be able to get a number from them. I'll go call." Before Colby made it out of the room a commotion at the end of the hall made all three agents stop in their tracks. Don was yelling at Charlie. Without a word, the three of them headed toward the pair when the next wrods out of Don's mouth stopped them both in their tracks.

"I want you to leave, Charlie. Just go!"

"Don," Charlie's voice was small and his face wore a complete look of shock as his brother continued to yell at him.

"Just go, Charlie! Leave! This is your fault! Go!" Charlie's eyes had grown big and wet. He turned and ran for the elevator. He was almost there when Don delivered his final parting shot.

"I hate you Charlie! I hate you!" Megan looked at the elevator where Charlie has just disappeared, then looked at Don, then back at the elevator. Colby voiced what all three were thinking.

"Don, what is wrong with you!"

Meanwhile, Rosemary Manning watched from a dark street corner-video camera running, as Charlie bolted from the FBI offices tears flowing freely down his face. 'Perfect.' She thought to herself. She quietly left the corner and went back to her car. She smiled. It was time to pay another visit to Alan Eppes.

Alan paced restlessly in the small dark room. He was emotionally spent. His thoughts were currently his only companion. What the "voice" had told him earlier had scared him. He was scared for his sons-though he still believed what he had told his disembodied companion. His boys would never turn against each other.

"Hello, Alan. It's time to come up." Alan jumped with the return of the voice. Then he registered what the voice had said. As he thought about it, light appeared in the ceiling and a ladder descended. He obeyed the voice without hesitation and climbed the ladder slowly. His muscles were stiff and sore. When he got to the top he had to blink several times as his eyes grew adjusted to light again after being in the dark for so very long.

He was in a wherehouse type building with a cellar. Then he focused on the scene in front of him. A woman was standing, holding a gun and a video tape.

"Sit." She smiled, but it was cold. Alan took a seat on the couch.

"I broke your boys today. Like Agent Eppes killed my brother, one of them is going to end up dead. But first, I'm going to show you what happened. Your boys did turn against each other."

"No. No." Alan felt like he couldn't breath as the woman put the tape in and started it. He watched. It was faintly light outside, probably early morning. It was being filmed just outside the FBI offices. What he saw next broke his heart. Charlie running from the building, tears streaking his face.

"His brother just told him he didn't love him. That he hated him. Just like Agent Eppes took my brother, now I get to take his." Alan looked with fear as the woman told him just what she was going to do. She was going to kill Charlie, and what Alan realized next filled him with dread.

She had shown him her face. Alan came to the grim realization that once Charlie was dead, he was going to be as good as dead.

"Have a good day, Alan. Back down you go." With a motion of the gun, Alan descended back into the darkness. He watched in complete despair as the ladder was pulled back up and some food and water bottles were tossed down before darkness and despair were once again his only companions.

He hadn't thought it possible, but it had happened. She had turned his boys against each other. Nothing was going to save them. Alan slumped back on his bed, the darkness his only witness to the tears he shed.