Chapter 10

After filling out a bunch of paper work, and trying to deal with the fact that Agent Carson happened to be his little sister, Don decided to stop for a drink. He didn't come to this bar that often, usually only after a rough case. This one had been interesting, to say the least. To top it off, he'd just found out the young agent he'd been working with was his sister.

Sitting there, drinking his beer, Don was left alone with his thoughts. I cant believe mom and dad had another kid. And gave her up? That doesn't sound like them. Though dad did say the Carsons had been trying for a long time, since before me and Charlie. Charlie... I guess they did have their hands full with him. Another kid would've added to that. Trying to reason why his parents had given her up, Don was already on his second beer. His thoughts strayed back to what Megan had said earlier. 'You know who she reminds me of?...You. She's just as stubborn and determined as you.' Thinking about that, Don knew Megan had been right. Megan was right, I thought the same thing when I met her. I guess that's why I liked her so much. She reminds me of me. She's even as sure of herself as Charlie is of himself when it comes to numbers. Don smirked at that thought.

"What's so funny?" a familiar voice behind him asked.

"Just thinking," he replied as she sat down beside him. "What about you? What are you doing here?"

"Same thing as you apparently," she told him, motioning to both their drinks.

"Apparently," he said sarcastically. "So, you come here often?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"My day."

"And today is one of those days?"

"Yep." She smiled as he chuckled at her.

"So, how's your case?" he asked her seriously. She looked over at the bartender, ordering another drink, before she answered.

"I have a meeting with the U.S. Attorney tomorrow. So, I'll find out then." He nodded.

Looking at her closer, Don could see the resemblance. How could I have not seen it before? he was thinking as she noticed him staring.

"What?"

"Nothing," he answered, shaking his head.

"Bullshit."

"So, can I ask you something?" he asked, avoiding her gaze.

"Sure, why not," she agreed.

"How'd you talk him down? How did you know what was going to work? You knew Megan wouldn't know. I'm just curious as to how." She shrugged.

"I just thought about what would work on me if I was in his shoes," she answered honestly. Don slowly nodded his head, contemplating it.

"Why blow your cover though? Why not just let Megan try and, if that didn't work, let the snipers take him out?"

"My cover was probably gonna be blown anyway, I just sped up the process. Besides, I probably didn't have a case anymore either," she explained. "And he's a grieving parent, not a cold-blooded killer. He didn't deserve to die."

She started to get up and leave, but Don stopped her first.

"Hey Carson, you pull a stunt like that again, and it's probably gonna get you killed," he warned. She smiled.

"Is that coming from the boss or the big brother?" she questioned, giving him a look that told him she knew. He started to open his mouth, but she answered first. "Yeah, I know."

"How?" he asked, still looking at her, wondering how she figured it out. She just laughed.

"I wouldn't be very good at my job if I didn't notice the little things. Like the way Alan looked and acted around me, the way Charlie went from tolerating me to telling me to be careful, or the way you went from treating me like every other agent to trying to protect me. Plus, we do kinda look alike, and I heard Megan say I reminded her of you. Put everything together, do a little digging, and it's not that hard to figure out." They both chuckled. "See ya tomorrow."

"See ya tomorrow."