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 3: Attached
He shouldn't have let himself get so attached to it…
Don wasn't an avid photographer, nor was he a self-professed photogenic. The majority of pictures that featured the family special agent, pre- or post-FBI, wound up on display or tucked away somewhere in his brother's home. The only camera-spawn to be found within the confines of Don's apartment were the occasional tribute to his baseball skills, the token family portrait, and a few visual memoirs of life's most poignant moments. All in all, Don wouldn't be too broken up if he lost any one picture. As long as he still had the people that he cared about, he could always take more pictures.
Maybe that was why there was only one photo out of hundreds that he really, truly cared about. Maybe that was the reason that he always made a point of making sure he knew where that photo was. Maybe that was why that photo ranked among the few treasures that he possessed. Maybe that was why he genuinely loved that one particular photo so much: only one of the people in that memory was still around.