I said in the prologue that this fic is going to be relatively short (in comparison with TGS, at any rate). That being said, I present proof: two very short chapters.
Three cheers for gorillas and chimpanzees.
Chapter
2: Lost
He shouldn't have lost it…
The witness was being an ass, the case was falling apart, and Charlie was home with the flu, unable to assist with his magic math. Don was not a happy FBI agent right now.
He really, really needed a bit of de-stressing right now. And he knew exactly where to get it.
His hand delved within the confines of his briefcase, drifting automatically to the spot where a certain treasured photo should be. He frowned as his fingers found nothing, and patted around the inside of the case, trying to find it by feel without letting on to his team that something (other than life in general, right now) was wrong. When he still found nothing, he quietly lifted the case onto his desk, and opened it all the way.
A snarled curse and a whirl of papers as an abused briefcase hit the floor nuked one suddenly-pissed-off FBI agent's attempt to hide his frustration from his team. Upon visual inspection, his eyes found what his fingers had already told him: the photo was not there.