Disclaimer: Standard still applies.
A/N: Well, I saw my cousin again. She will be in the hospital for a few more days now. She may actually be in there during Thanksgiving. It sucks seeing her like that.
Reminder: Is my fanfiction. My rules for this world. :3

Day Three. Still no leads. Don thought as he laid awake in his bed. Charlie could be dead by now. And it'd all be my fault. I let him get kidnapped. I'm a horrible brother, I never understood Charlie and I usually didn't even bother trying to understand him. If I had never moved here after mom got sick, then Charlie would still be here with dad. Right? Don shook his head as he turned over, No. He'd be dead. I'm the reason why Charlie got out of the garage. I had to physically drag him out of there. If I hadn't done that he would have starved himself to death. But which torture was better for Charlie? The one that he put himself when he locks himself in the garage or the kind that someone else does to him? What am I thinking about? We will find Charlie and he will get better and then I'll have my brother back. Don looked at his clock and watched as the bright red light changed from 5:46 to 5:47. He sat up and looked around his childhood bedroom. He got up and immediately his feet started to freeze on the cold floor. He shrugged, he deserved to get cold. He opened his door quietly and then he saw a light on downstairs. Don started down the stairs as he made his way to the living room where he found his dad in Charlie's favorite chair, staring at a picture of Margaret. He was talking to the picture. Don headed back up the stairs as quietly as he could, leaving his father to talk with his mother. He was almost in his room again when suddenly turned around and went into Charlie's bed room. He needed to see it.

"Don's doing the best he can during this time. And I'm sure that Charlie is too." Alan smiled down at the picture of his wife. "And I know that you are with him, where ever he is. He sometimes gets lost without you, God knows that I don't understand him like you did. I don't think anyone could understand our boy like you. After you d-died it was a long road of recovery to get Charlie back to normal." Alan dried the glass covering the picture when a tear fell on it. "Did you know that when he was in the hospital not that long ago, he had seen you. I don't know whether it was a hallucination of his or if you really did go and see him. 'Course he also was talking about a windmill and some blue silly putty." He paused, "I'll make you a promise, honey. I'll watch over Donnie and keep him safe if you watch over C-Charlie and k-keep h-him alive. I can't lose someone else right now, it's still too tough. I don't know if our boys have noticed some of the things I've done since you left us. Like when I fix something to eat and I almost grab four plates instead of three. Or when I go around the house looking for you, before I remember that you aren't here physically." He smiled as he felt a presence. He didn't feel as alone, "You go and see to Charlie and I'll go and see to Don." He put the picture down and went to fill his end of the deal.

He walked up the stairs quietly, hoping that he wouldn't wake his son. He opened the door to Don's room slowly and blinked at the empty bed. "Donnie?" He turned and saw a light in Charlie's room. His heart felt warmer still when he saw that. Don needed his brother. Alan could remember many times when Don would ignore his brother's calls or when he would go anywhere where Charlie wasn't. Alan decided to leave his son alone for now.

Don was just standing in the middle of the room. His brother's room had been contaminated. So many people had messed with his things, looking for clues. They hadn't found any, or if they did they didn't know it. He remembered when all the FBI Agents rooted through his brother's work, moving everything. Don couldn't help but smile when he looked around and saw that after the clue searching that the room was cleaner than when his brother was living in it. Charlie was the absent-minded professor, if you looked it up in the dictionary it would tell you to "see Professor Charles Eppes".

Don had thought that looking at Charlie's stuff would help him feel better, but it only made him feel worse. He kicked at a stack of books on his way out the door.

"Anger management not going to well, son?" Alan asked, he had been standing the hallway, waiting for Don.

"Haven't been going." Don mumbled looking at his feet.

"Donnie." Alan said, his voice shaky, "You could get in a lot of trouble if you don't go. They could take away your job."

Don sighed, "Yeah. Then I'd have lost the two most important things in my life. My job and Charlie." He shook his head.

"Just go. You can go today." Alan said, walking closer to Don.

"But what if they find something out about Charlie while I'm talking about my "issues"?"

"I'll call you." Alan said, putting his hand on his son's shoulder, "Besides, you shouldn't bottle up the emotions. You need to talk about them, like your brother does."

"Like he does now." Don said, closing his eyes, "Or did before I let him be kidnapped."

"Donald Alan. It is not your fault that Charlie was kidnapped. Never think that it is your fault." Alan scolded his son. There was a silence, then he let a slight smile cross his lips, "Couldn't sleep?"

Don shook his head, "You neither."

"How about we have some pancakes? It'll make us feel better." Alan said, awaiting his son's answer.

The answer took a bit of time before it came, "Sure. Sounds good."

Don and Alan walked into the office together.

"So, when is your session?" Alan asked.

"8." Don said, pressing the button in the elevator. "I still don't see why I need to go to the anger management class." He said rather angrily.

Alan raised an eyebrow at his son. "So, in an hour?" He looked at his watch, it was 7 am. Don nodded. Alan sighed, wondering how busy the FBI office would be so early in the morning.

The elevator door whooshed open and Alan was surprised to see Megan, David, and Colby all in the office already.

Megan saw them and waved.

Don quickly walked up to her, "Do you know something?"

"Sort of." She said, "We are close to finding out who wrote the letter to you." She smiled slightly, "You put a lot of people away eight years ago." She paused, Though we would already know who sent it if we had Charlie here to help us. She sighed. "What's up?"

"We couldn't' sleep." Alan said, "And I'm guessing that the three of you couldn't either."

Megan nodded, "Got it in one."

Alan looked at his watch again, "Donnie. You should leave now. You don't want to be late."

"Yes I do." Don grumbled. He turned and waved at them as he left to his meeting with other angry people.

"Where's he off too?" Megan inquired.

"He hasn't been going to his anger management and I simply told him that if he didn't he could lose his job."

Don slammed his car door angrily. He stormed into the room and sat down in one of the cold metal chairs. He sat silently as the rest of the chairs filled up.

A woman walked into the room, she seemed confident as she strode to the main chair. She looked around and smiled, "I see some new faces. That's good. Glad to know that some of you want to handle your anger better. Without hurting yourself or others."

Others? Don thought. Himself? Don shook his head, wondering how many people in the room hurt themselves or others.

Her voice brought him back, "My name is Regina Harper. For those of you who are new here, you may call me Regina." She smiled at them all. "Let's go around and talk about why we are here and how far we've come." She looked at the person sitting next to her, "How about you start, Tim."

The man nodded, "Hi. I'm Tim.

"Hi Tim." Everyone said at once.

"And I've been here for four weeks now." Tim smiled, "And I'm doing fantastic. Yesterday when some people got on my nerves I didn't punch them."

"That's great Tim!" Regina said happily.

This type of thing continued, Don hated it. Everyone was so happy. Most everyone anyway. He looked out the window and sighed. He needed to be at the office, with his team and his dad, helping find Charlie. He jerked his head around when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. "What?"

"You're turn." The woman sitting beside him said.

Don sighed, "My names Don."

"Hi Don."

Don sighed inwardly. That was getting really annoying. "And I got sent here because I assaulted a guy."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Regina asked, leaning forward in her seat.

"No." Don growled at her.

"Now Don. That is not a good tone. We should talk about what makes you mad."

Don glared at her, "You wanna know? Really?" He scoffed, "I had every reason to beat up that man!"

Regina shook her head, "There are never any good reasons to hurt others or ourselves."

Don took a sharp intake of breath, "I had good reason. I bet that everyone else would have done the same thing if they had been in my place."

Regina glared back at him. "Don. I'd like to see you in the hallway right now." She stood up and walked out.

Don followed her. "What?" He said after they had closed the door to the room.

"I read in your file that you are an FBI Agent." Don nodded. "You have to pass this course in order to be able to interrogate people. Or have my okay."

"What?!" Don yelled. He kicked the wall. "That is not right!"

"Don. We need to talk about why you are so angry."

Don turned on her, "You wanna know? You wanna know why I assaulted the guy and why I wanted to kill him?" She nodded, not one bit afraid of him, "He put my brother through ECT sessions and now he had kidnapped my brother and is probably torturing him to death! I cannot help find my brother because I had assaulted him! I have ever right to be angry at the bastard!"

Regina opened her mouth, then closed it. Opening it again, and then closing. "I. Uh. Well ..."

Don nodded, taking a step back from her, ""I Uh Well" is right."

Regina sighed and put her hands on her hips. "Alright, Don. I'll make a deal with you. You do need some management, but I don't think that group therapy will help you. I'd say that instead we meet in private. I don't know what is all going on but it seems as if you do have some reasons for being angry. But you still should not assault people, Don." She sighed and looked him in the eyes, "How about on the days that we have the class you don't show up at 8 am but at 5 pm? And then you and I will talk. I will help you manage your anger on a one on one class. Do we have a deal?"

Don thought about it, "So, I'd have to come here at 5?"

She nodded, "But after we work through some of the beginnings of your problem we may put you back into the group sessions because you need to see that you aren't the only one who gets really angry."

Don nodded, "Yeah. That should work. I'll see you at 5 then?"

Regina smiled, "Yes." She pulled a card from her pocket, "But if for some reason you can't make it, call and we will reschedule."

Don shook his head with a slight smile, "Can't wait to tell Charlie that I'm seeing a shrink too." Regina raised her eyebrow, "Well, I have to go. See ya." He turned and walked off, leaving Regina to go back to her room with all the angry people.

Don walked back into the office. He saw his dad staring at a full cup of coffee. "Dad?"

Alan looked up and smiled, "Donnie. How was the class?"

Don shrugged, "I got pulled from it. Got to do some one on one with the teacher for a bit. I guess I'm too angry and negative for the class."

Alan nodded, "I can see why you would be. With everything that is going on."

"Anything new?"

Alan shook his head, "No, but it's only 9."

As if on cue, Colby came running into the office, "We've got him!"

"You've got Charlie?" Don asked quickly.

Colby stopped in his tracks, "Uh. No. That's not what I meant. I wish it was."

"So, what do you have?" David asked, walking over from his desk.

"We know who sent Don the letter." He opened the file and read aloud, "Nicholas Roland. Age 33. He's been in and out of trouble since he was 12 and Don had put him in prison eight years ago for kidnapping and torture with murder."

"Roland?" Don asked as Colby nodded. "Does he have any siblings?"

Colby looked down and flipped some papers over, "Yeah. One. Older brother. They are one year apart. The brothers name is-" Colby's eyes grew, "Shit."

Don sighed and punched his desk.

Alan looked around, "What is it?"

Megan took the file, "Alan, Nicholas's brother is Harry Roland. Charlie's doctor."

"Let's get him in here." David said, "He's got to know something."

Don sat behind the one way mirror, he glared at the man in the other room.

Dr. Harry Roland was sitting in a chair while Colby and David where leaning against the wall.

"State your name for identification." David said, moving forward.

"Dr. Harry Roland."

"Dr. Roland," Colby stared, sitting down across from the man, "Is your brother one Nicholas Roland?"

"Yes. He is a year younger than me." He paused and looked from one agent to the other, "Is that about Nick? What did he do now?"

"We'll get to that in a second." David said, "Do you know where your brother is?"

Harry sighed, thinking. "Last I knew he got out of prison and was living with our mom."

"And where does mom live?"

"Las Vegas. She runs a show there."

"Would you do anything to help your brother?" Colby asked, cutting to the chase.

"No." He shook his head, "No way. I've drawn a line before and he knows where that is. After he gets too deep he knows not to come to me."

"Not very loving of you." Colby said simply. "Not all that brotherly."

"Nick's always been in trouble. I've tried to help him get on track many times."

"Alright." David said, "So, where is this line drawn at?"

Harry sighed, "Well about 8 or 9 years ago he asked for half a mill, I paid it and then about a week later he asked for another half. I told him no and I asked him what he had gotten himself into."

"And?"

"He told me that he had kidnapped a bunch of people. I asked if he was the person I had been reading about on the news."

"He said ...?"

"That he was. I told him to get the hell out of my house and then I called the Feds. The next day I found out that you all captured him and found some of his victims still alive." He paused, "So, what is this about?"

"Did you ever give Nick any drugs?"

"What?"

"Have you ever given your brother drugs that only a physiatrist would be able to get?" Colby asked, glaring.

"No. I would never do that. I haven't talked to him since I threw him out of my house years ago. And the last time I saw was in court."

"He hasn't tried to contact you?" David asked.

"No. What is this about?" Harry asked again, when no one answered him, he thought about it. His mouth dropped open, "You think that Nick is the one who took Charlie? Don't you?"

"We can't really tell you that." David answered.

Harry sighed, "I would never hurt Charlie. I would never give my brother drugs. I have not seen or spoken to my brother in eight or so years." He looked at the two agents, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Yeah. What's your mom's address?"