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A/N: And what do you all think of the name of this story compared to the other one? I quiet like the names.

Don woke up with a yawn. He turned over, wanting to go back to sleep. It felt so nice, being in bed. But his mind was already awake. He sighed and turned over again, to look at the clock. "Shit." He said, the bright red alarm clock told him that it was just after 10 am. He groaned, then finally remembering where he was, he sighed again. He had to go and check on Charlie, then make sure Charlie had taken his medicine. He got up and looked in Charlie's room. It was a mess, but it was always a mess. No sign of Charlie in his room, Don thumped down the stairs. He checked every room, including the bath room. But no Charlie. The garage. Don shrugged, going to get Charlie's medications, sure that he hadn't taken them. Don was right. Charlie hadn't taken his medications. He got some of the pills and grabbed a glass of water, and headed out to the garage. Outside the door, Don started getting worried. He didn't hear music, he didn't hear the sound of chalk against the board, he didn't hear any movement. He opened the door and looked around.

Charlie was no where in the house. It was Saturday at 10:something in the morning. Where would he be? Charlie's bike was there. And the SUV. Don looked all around the garage, for any sign. But there wasn't one. He ran into the house, dropping the glass and the pills while he ran. Downstairs checked out normal. More than normal. It looked like nothing had moved since last night, like Charlie hadn't been down there at all. Don shot a glance at the door. It was unlocked. That's can't be right. He remembered locking it before they watched the game. Don ran upstairs and searched his room and his dad's room. No signs there. Don was slightly worried. One room left to check for clues, Charlie's room. He walked in carefully. He didn't know if there had been a fight here last night or not. He looked on Charlie's bed, the blankets had been pushed around, like there had been a struggle or like Charlie had a nightmare. He moved the blankets and felt something stab his finger. What the hell? Don asked himself, looking down.

Don's body went cold. A syringe. Why was there a syringe in his missing brother's room?

Don sighed and got out his cell phone.

"Granger."

"Colby." Don said, trying to find the right words.

"Hey Don! I heard how the assault case against you went. Glad you won." Colby said, then pausing, "Don? Why are you calling me?"

Don swallowed, "Get Megan and David and come to Charlie's house right away."

"Wiz Kid? What happened?" Colby was worried, last time he got a call like this, Charlie had tried to kill himself. "Is he okay?"

"I-I don't know." Don hung up the phone. He slowly went downstairs, leaving the syringe on Charlie's bed. He sat on the couch and stared out ahead. What had happened? Where was Charlie? How come I don't know? I was in the house last night. I'm a FBI Agent. I should know what happened. He looked up to see David standing beside him.

"Don?" David asked, worried for his friend.

Don sighed, "Hey David. Where's Colby and Megan?"

"On their way." David said, sitting down beside Don. "Want to tell me what happened?"

"Not until they show up." Don said, still staring ahead of him.

David nodded, "Alright. Mind if I have a look around?"

"Feel free." Don said simply.

David got up. He decided to check the garage first. It was where Charlie usually was. On his way out, he saw a broken glass, he bent down to check. It had some water sitting in it and pills beside it. He went back in, he had to ask Don about that. "Don, I found a broken glass and some pills beside the sidewalk that leads to the garage."

Don nodded, "Yeah. I had those in my hand when I was looking for Charlie. When there was no sign of him, I dropped them." He looked up when Colby and Megan walked in.

"When you where looking for Charlie?" Megan asked, getting worried, "What happened?"

Don sighed and closed his eyes. What happened? Don didn't know. But he'd tell them all he knew. "Last night I locked the door before Charlie and I watched the game on TV. Then after the game we went to bed."

"Did you hear anything during the night?" David asked.

Don shook his head, in a sort of daze, "I woke up this morning after 10, I had to check on Charlie and make sure he took his medicine, which he didn't take. I looked all around the house. His bikes here. So, if he left himself, he had to call someone or a taxi."

"That's a logical explanation." Megan said, "I'm sure that Charlie just called someone."

Don shook his head, "No. He didn't. I know he didn't."

Colby raised an eyebrow, "And how do you know."

"Look on his bed." Don said, closing his eyes again.

The three agents looked at each other and shrugged. They walked upstairs and looked on Charlie bed.

"What is that?" Colby asked.

"A syringe." Megan said, picking it up. "I wonder what was in it."

"We'll get it to the lab." David said, "Take that with us, we should talk to Don a little bit more."

They all made their way downstairs. "Let's not jump to conclusion." Megan said when they where all in the living room. "Maybe Charlie did just call someone for a ride somewhere. Let's see if Matt or Larry knows anything." He smiled slightly, "I'll call Larry."

"I'll call Matt." Colby said.

David nodded and watched Don closely. He listened to the conversations.

"Hey, Larry. It's Megan."

"Matt? It's Colby Granger."

"I can't talk about that right now, Larry."

"Uh. Have you seen Charlie?"

"Do you know where Charlie is?"

"No? Thanks man."

"Oh dear. That's not good."

"We uh. We can't find him."

"No, We don't know where he is at. And his bikes here."

"Sure, you can come and help."

"That would be great, Larry."

"Thanks. Bye."

"See ya soon, Bye."

They both hung up at the same time.

"No luck. Matt hasn't seen Charlie since yesterday when he taught class. He's on his way." Colby said, sitting down.

"And Larry hasn't seen him since yesterday either. He's going help us look for Charlie."

"I-I should call my dad." Don said. "He needs to know that we can't find Charlie."

David put his hand on Don, "Not yet. We still are not for sure that he is missing and we don't want your dad to worry and come home if Charlie is simply at CalSci or something."

Don nodded, "Yeah. You're right."

David picked up the syringe, "I'm going to get this too the lab." He left.

A few minutes later Larry showed up, "Now will someone please tell me what is happening to Charles?" He was very worried, "I didn't get the story over the phone."

Colby sighed, "Basically. Don woke up this morning and couldn't find Charlie. The door was also unlocked and there was an empty syringe in Charlie's bed."

"Would you go up in Charlie's room and see if it looks like there was a struggle because I can't tell. His room is always a mess."

Larry nodded. "Yeah. Sure. I can do that." He went upstairs with Megan following.

Matt walked in with Ellen. "Hey." He said looking around, "So, you've lost Charlie?"

Don nodded, "Yeah. No idea where he is." He paused, "I need to call Dr. Roland. Charlie hasn't taken his medication today and it was left here. If someone took him he won't be able to take his pills and then he might have a relapse. He might have a relapse even if he had the pills if they are ..." Don's face paled. "I have to find Charlie."

Colby put a hand on Don's shoulder, "We'll get him back. You go and call Dr. Roland, alright?"

Don nodded and went to use the phone.

"So, Dr. Eppes is missing?" Ellen asked, sitting down in a chair. "But, he has to be back by Monday to teach. He has too." She pleaded, "Dr. Eppes has to come back by Monday."

Matt sat down next to Ellen, "Ell, you're showing some symptoms of a slight case of shock. You just need to calm down." He patted her on the shoulder, "Anyway. Remember the last time we saw him outside of school? He asked you to call him Charlie."

She nodded. "Yeah. You're right."

Larry and Megan came downstairs looking grim. "We have reason to believe that a struggle happened in Charlie's room last night."

Matt's face lost most of it's color, "How do you know that?"

"Other than the fact that a syringe was found on his bed," Megan began, "We saw one of his lamps on the floor, broken, glass everywhere and there was some blood on the glass."

"We think it might be Charlie's blood." Larry said quietly.

"Who would kidnap Charlie?" Colby asked.

Don walked into the room, "I don't know. I've been trying to figure that out myself. It might be someone trying to get back at me, or it could be someone who doesn't like Charlie." And I had no idea that Charlie had been taken last night. I was right in the other room. I'm an FBI Agent, I should have known. Don sighed. "I've got to go and call my dad." He left the room again. Don looked around the room. The house seemed empty knowing that Charlie wasn't there. He stared down at his phone. He had to call his dad and let him know that his eldest son wasn't protecting his youngest.

"Hello?"

"Dad." Don said quietly. He didn't want to tell his father that Charlie was missing. It wasn't right.

"Donnie? Is that you? You've got to speak up." Alan chuckled, "I'm guessing that Charlie told you about how I had tried to get a hold of you yesterday. Glad you called. How'd the case go?"

Don swallowed, "It went fine dad, but ..."

Alan's stomach dropped, his Donnie was in trouble. It was the assault case, Alan was sure of it. "But?"

"That's not why I called."

"Oh?" Alan got more worried. Why did Donnie call then? His son was acting strange, "What happened? Is it Charlie?" There was a silence. "What happened to Charlie? Donald Alan! What happened to Charlie?!"

"H-He's missing."

"Missing?" Alan sat down in a chair.

"Yeah. Listen, Dad. Just come home and by then we might have an idea as too where he is and who took him."

"Alright. Yes." Alan said quietly, "I'll do that. I'll get the first flight home." He paused, "I love you Donnie."

"Love you too dad."

Don walked into the office, he didn't care if he was supposed to be taking the week off without pay. If anyone questioned him about it he would either tell them that he was just spending some time at the office without pay or he'd hit them.

He walked up to David at his desk.

"Don?" David asked.

"Has the lab report come back yet?" Don asked, worried.

"It should be back any minute now, Don. You know I would have called you as soon as we knew." He paused, "Are you going to get in trouble for being here?"

Don shrugged, "I might but I don't really care. This is about my brother. My baby brother."

David nodded, "Yes. I understand. You're worried for him. I am too. Charlie is my friend and I'm trying my hardest right now to help find him."

Megan walked up, chewing gum with a folder in hand, "Lab report. Hey Don." She said, handing the folder over to David.

David read the report and shook his head. "I think I already know who took Charlie."

Megan nodded, "Yep. Pretty simple. There is the means and the motive."

Don looked from one to the other, "What? Who?"

David sighed, "Don, the substance that was in the syringe is a muscle relaxant. The kind they use before ECT sessions."

Don's eyes grew, "Ben Tirry? He's got my brother?"

"I'd say so." Megan said, "Think about it, because of Charlie he lost his licence. And you got off pretty easy with the assult charges he put against you. He's probably got a lot of hate for you both, and he just thought that Charlie would be an easier one to get a hold of."

Don nodded, he understood. "Well, now we just have to find him and get my brother back." He nodded again, nervously, "That should be easy, right? Charlie will be back soon." Don sighed, I hope.

A/N: Well, Chikory, you were right. I figured a lot of people would be able to guess who it was. And yeah, I know I updated fast and got the story up fast.
I was going to finish my other fanfictions before I did this one, but I must that I had no idea what to write in them, so I wrote this story. -shrugs- I'm just going to take this story slower than before.
Probably.