"Granger!" Lt. Walker stepped forward and pumped Colby's hand. "Good to see you again."

"Good to see you, Gary. Thanks for helping us out with this."

"Any time. Say, how're Eppes and the Professor doing?" Walker asked as he led the way to the evidence locker.

"Great. They're both going home tomorrow."

Walker chuckled. "Papa Eppes is going to have his hand full with those two. Here we are." Walker came to a stop and entered a code in a keypad next to the door. The lock released and Walker pulled the door open. "After you."

Colby handed Walker the package. "I don't know if Alan knows what he's getting himself into. Don's going to be out of work for a few weeks, so I imagine he'll be making Alan's life miserable."

Walker glanced around the room. Satisfied that he, Colby and the gray haired officer behind the window were the only ones in earshot, he said, "Clinton, I need to check this in for Special Agent Granger here. The three of us are the only ones who will know that this package is here. You got that?"

Clinton smirked at Walker. "How long we been working together, Lieutenant? You know I got it, or you wouldn't even be here." Clinton processed the paperwork and took the package from Walker. He handed Walker a clipboard and grinned as Walker filled in the "contents" box on the form. "Really? You got dirty jock straps in that thing?"

Walker returned the clipboard. "Of course. Have I ever lied to you?"

"Nope." He turned to Colby. "Agent Granger, when you need this back, you see me. Nobody else."

"Thanks, Clinton. I appreciate this."

Clinton chuckled. "Who else you gonna trust with your dirty jock straps?"

--

David looked up from his computer as Colby returned to the bullpen. "Walker took care of you? The painting is secure?"

"Oh, yeah," Colby said with a grin. "I guarantee you nobody will be touching that package. Any luck finding the three students?"

David sighed and shook his head. "Nope. But Charlie and Amita are working on it. It helps that they both know the three students."

"Are Ben and Maggie still here?"

"Yeah. They're at Don's desk, using his computer to try to find anything on the other two stolen pictures. I have a feeling the other two items are safely tucked away someplace only Felicia or Francis knows about, but they didn't want to leave."

Colby chuckled. "Looks like we've gotten a couple more professors hooked on crime fighting."

"Hey, guys," Liz entered the bullpen carrying a box. "We just finished going through Felicia's house and office."

"What'd you find?" David said, clearing a spot on the desk.

"Well, unfortunately Felicia didn't document her illegal activities, but she is a doodler." She held up a stack of crumpled papers. "I found these in her wastebasket."

"It looks like scribbles to me," Colby said.

"Yeah," Liz said, "but have you ever watched a doodler in action? They scribble layers and layers of notes. Phone numbers, dates, names, whatever, and then they scribble them out."

David grinned, "And you're suggesting we just might know a guy who can separate the layers in Felicia's doodles."

--

Charlie closed his cell phone and turned to Amita. "Well, we've got a couple of assignments from the lead agent on the case."

"Temporary lead agent," Don grumbled. "What'd David want you to do now?"

"First, he needs help finding Greg Spencer, Jason LoBella and Daniel Weimar. They've all disappeared. Since Greg had the Van Gogh that his cousin stole, David's guessing that Greg is in a lot of trouble with the remaining members of Felicia's gang."

"They're going to try to get it back," Don said.

"David says it's in a secure place."

"Did he tell you where?"

"No. He said it's better for me if I don't know."

"And yet he's not going to assign someone to protect you."

"He's convinced they have no reason to go after me. The case is solved. The leaders of the gang are in custody. They no longer see me as a risk."

"So," Alan said, "he wants you to do one of your pursuit things or something to figure out where they've gone."

Charlie nodded. "Right..."

"It should be easier than that," Amita said. "All three are students. I'll bet their cell phone numbers are in the student directory."

Don laughed. "Why didn't we think of that? Once we have their cell phone numbers, we'll be able to find them using the GPS in their phones. Maybe we should be paying the big bucks to Dr. Ramanujan instead of you, Charlie."

As Amita logged into her Cal Sci account to look up the students' information, Charlie gave Don a sheepish grin. "In my defense, I was distracted. David's other request was a lot more interesting. Liz is scanning and emailing me a stack of papers Felicia doodled on. She'd like us to make some sense of the doodles."

"Really?" Amita said, glancing up from the computer. "Are you thinking of using a wavelet transform?"

"I thought I'd try the maximum entropy method. Liz says it looks like Felicia would doodle on a notepad while she was on the phone, or meeting with people. She's hoping Felicia wrote down meaningful things like phone numbers and names and doodled all over them until they were completely concealed."

Don raised the head of his bed. "So you're going to clean away the crap like you did with that gang art Zeke Gibbs did."

"Yeah, exactly," Charlie said. "It's a longshot, but Liz says it looks like Felicia was a compulsive doodler, so there might be something there."

"How many images are there?" Amita asked.

"She said there's a stack," Charlie said with a shrug. "I don't know how big a stack it is. But I'm stuck here until sometime tomorrow, and this will be a lot more fun than playing minesweeper."

"Chuck, you have a really bizarre idea of fun," Don said. "Is Liz coming over?"

Charlie quirked an eyebrow at his brother. "I thought David said she was going to email the images. You want me to call him back and send her over to keep you company?"

"Okay," Amita said, "I've got their phone numbers."

Charlie dialed his cell phone. "David?... Yeah, it's Charlie. Listen, Amita came up with the idea of looking for Greg, Jason and Daniel's cell phone numbers in the Cal Sci directory. Here she is." he handed Amita the phone.

As Amita gave David the phone numbers, Charlie said, "Don? You want Amita to ask David to send Liz over?"

"Shaddup," Don said.

"Shhhh," Amita said, "Both of you! I can't hear David." When she finished the phone call, she scowled at Charlie and then at Don. "I don't know how your father puts up with the two of you."

"Us?" Don asked, putting on his best innocent face.

"We're his little angels," Charlie added.

Amita snorted. "Yeah, right." She gave Charlie a quick kiss. "Well, you may be able to sleep until noon, but I've got classes to teach. Including some of yours."

"And I do appreciate that," Charlie said, touching her cheek and kissing her. "But if you think I'll be able to sleep until noon, you've obviously never been in a hospital. They wake us up at the crack of dawn around here."

"True," said Don. "And they even wake us up to give us our sleeping pills."

"They need to knock you out so you'll stop giving them a hard time?"

"Hey!" Don objected. "The nurse said we were model patients."

"Yeah," Alan chuckled, "because they're keeping you doped up." He stood as Amita picked up her bag. "You take care of yourself, Amita. You planning on visiting tomorrow?"

"Of course," Amita smiled.

"Good. Just call before you come over. With any luck, I'll have these two home tomorrow."

"You sure you can handle them?"

"I'll ask that nurse, Mary, for some knock out drops in case they get too mouthy."

Mary Ryan came into the room, carrying a tray full of equipment. "Did I just hear my name?"

Don laughed. "Yeah. Listen, I'm an FBI agent, and if my father tries to get you to help him dope us up, don't listen to him, okay?"

"Oh, I won't." She set the tray down on Don's bedside table. "I've got good news for you. It's time to remove your catheter and I.V.s. Dr. Torre wants you up and around a bit today, in preparation for your release tomorrow."

She closed the curtain separating Don's bed from the rest of the room. "We'll just need a bit of privacy for a few minutes."

Charlie's computer beeped, and he looked down at the screen. "All right! Liz's emails are here."

Amita walked back to Charlie's side to look at the images. "Oh, my. They're a mess," she said.

Charlie grinned up at her. "You sure you don't want to stay and help?"

"I'll come back later. I have a feeling you'll still be working on them when I get back." She bent and gave him a kiss. "Love you," she murmured.

Charlie touched her cheek gently. "I love you, too. See you later."

As Amita left the room, she turned toward Don's curtain. "Bye, Don!"

"Ouch. Bye, Amita."

--

Colby entered the bullpen carrying a handful of printouts. "We got the cell phone records for the three students. And the techs are going to let us know of any other activity from the three phones."

"Good," David said. "Liz just finished emailing the doodles to Charlie. I'll be surprised if he comes up with anything useful."

Colby chuckled. "I've stopped being surprised by anything the Whiz Kid can do."

David stood. "You've got a good point there. Why don't you and Liz go through those records and see where those kids are. I'm going to see how Ben and Maggie are doing."

Ben and Maggie were seated side by side at the conference room table, sharing a laptop. They looked up when David entered. "Any luck?" he asked.

Ben shook his head. "Nothing on the Michelangelo yet. There have been rumors about the Rembrandt, but so far, nothing firm."

"What kind of rumors?" David asked, pulling out a chair across the table.

"A dealer in Chicago got an anonymous phone call asking if he'd heard there was a Rembrandt on the market. Another dealer in London received an email from a woman claiming she could put him in touch with the seller of a Rembrandt. For a fee."

Maggie sighed. "They both sound like scams."

David nodded. "Yeah, they do. Listen, any time you guys want to go home, I can have someone give you a ride."

Ben checked his watch. "Maybe we should take you up on that. What do you think, Luv?"

"We can keep track of the chatter from home," Maggie said. "David, we'll call you if we find anything. And you can call us if you have anything else you'd like us to look at."

"Thank you both. I appreciate everything you've done for us."

--

Mary opened the curtain, and revealed a grinning Don. "I'm free!" he exclaimed.

"You're going to have to be careful of how you move," Mary said. "When you want to get out of bed, roll onto your side and push yourself up until you can sit. That avoids straining your stitches. You might want to have someone help you the first few times you want to walk, because you're going to be a little unsteady on your feet."

"I'd like to get up now," Don said, rolling gingerly onto his side.

"Don't you think you should wait, Donnie?" Alan asked, starting to stand.

"Nah. I've been waiting for this moment." Don grunted as he pushed himself to a sitting position. He paused, catching his breath, and noticed Alan and Charlie staring at him. "This is a little harder than I expected it to be."

He let Mary take his arm and help him to his feet. "Okay," she said, "take your time."

When they reached the bathroom, Mary closed the door and waited outside. "I'm right here," she said, "in case you need any help."

"I've been doing this by myself for a long time now."

"I know," Mary said, "but how long have you been doing it with a bullet wound in your belly?"

"Yeah, okay, you've got me there." The toilet flushed, and a few moments later, the door opened. "Let me wash my hands first, then I'll be ready for the return trip." Don gazed into the mirror as he washed his hands. "Dad," he said, touching his jaw, "you didn't happen to bring my razor, did you?"

"As a matter of fact, I brought your electric shaver. You can shave in bed."

"That's not a bad idea." He glanced at Mary. "Do you think I could take a shower?"

"Why don't you wait until you're a little steadier on your feet? Maybe tomorrow morning before you're released?"

"Sounds good to me." Don started to head back to his bed.

"Don!" Charlie looked up from his computer. "Can you stop here and have a look at this?"

"You got something already?" Don hobbled toward his brother.

Mary pulled a chair over to the bed. "Here. You'd better sit."

"Thanks," Don eased himself into the chair. "What've you got, Buddy?"

"Most of the images are a real mess, but this one, I was actually able to make out some information without running my program."

Don leaned close and squinted at the screen. "That looks like a phone number. And that looks like part of an address."

Charlie opened his internet browser. "I'll just Google the phone number and see what I can find out." He typed a few digits, shook his head and backspaced impatiently.

"Left handed typing not going so well?" Don asked, smirking.

"No, it's not." He glanced over at Alan, who was immersed in his reading, and slipped his right arm out of the sling. After giving Don a warning glare, he typed the number into Google. "Oh, crap," he muttered, turning the computer so Don could see the screen.

Don's eyes widened and he struggled to his feet. "I've got to call David."