A/N Well I've hit the stage that I get to in just about everything I write. I hate this story, and I think it is total crap. But, in keeping with my promise I will finish this damn thing. No matter how much I don't want to. Also, I fear that everything I'm writing is OOC, and for that I am truly sorry. A big thanks goes to my wonderful reviewers. Who needs lots of reviews when you've got a few dedicated readers? I'll take the few over the many. At least I know they are reading and reviewing because they want to, and not just because everyone else is. :P Thanks!

Just to remind you…I don't have a blueprint of the Eppes household, so the rooms and stairs will be placed wherever I want them. (Within reason, of course.)

Disclaimer: If for some reason you skipped the first two chapters, go back and at least read those disclaimers. Though why you'd want to start at chapter 3 is beyond me.

Summary: A case threatening to tear our beloved brothers apart may end up tearing the whole team apart. (My summaries are at least getting a little better.)

Quantifiable Love

Chapter 3:

As Megan got out of her car to go into the house, a sudden movement off to her left caught her by surprise, leaving her very little time to react. She managed to deflect the first couple blows to her head with her right arm, but when her assailant grabbed and twisted that arm behind her, the pain left her swimming, with the third blow bringing unconsciousness. As her body fell by her open car door, her assailant seemed to disappear as fast as he had appeared.

Pulling into the driveway behind Megan's car a few minutes later, the first thing Don noticed was Megan's body still crumpled next to her car. Not bothering to shut off the car, Don leaped from his SUV and rushed over to her, gun drawn.

"Megan," he whispered, checking for her pulse. Getting no response, he cursed. Swinging around at the sound of an engine being but into gear, he managed to fire a couple shots into the windshield of his SUV before it began speeding toward him. In a split second decision, he managed to mostly shove Megan under her car. As he stood, the SUV made contact. He barely had time to register pain before the impact sent him barreling into the open door of Megan's car.

Don found it funny, in the last few seconds of consciousness, that within a matter of minutes, one man was able to take down two FBI agents, one with his own vehicle.

Sighing in frustration at the onset of a headache, Charlie crawled out of bed and made his way to the bedroom door. A little aspirin was all he needed, and then maybe he'd get some work done on his Cognitive Emergence Theory. He definitely wasn't going to be able to fall asleep anytime soon anyway.

Making his way into the hall, lost in thought, he barely heard the quiet voice addressing him.

"So I hear you and your brother got into a disagreement about my innocence." Charlie had barely turned toward the source of the voice before fear gripped his muscles, freezing his movements.

"Judging by the fact that you're in my house, with a gun pointed at my head, I'd say I was right." He surprised himself by how calm he managed to sound.

"Precisely." Cocking the gun, he prepared to fire.

"You know, they're going to find you no matter what. Killing me won't stop that." Charlie was definitely panicking now, and his voice let onto that fact.

"That's inevitable, but killing you will serve as a good enough distraction for them."

In a moment of sheer desperation, Charlie lunged for his would-be assassin…

A/N I've been trying to work this chapter for a couple days now…Hopefully it wasn't too lame. I promise that the chapters will get longer, and there will also be backstory. Never fear!