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Don and Alan were waiting in the office, they could hear everything that was happening.

Don just wished he could be there too, but his week wasn't up yet. He still had one more day before he was an FBI Agent again.

He turned to his dad. "So, this is what it feels like to be you."

Alan chuckled, "Sucks, doesn't it, Son?"

Don nodded, "Yeah." He sighed and stared getting nervous. "Dad?"

"Hm?"

"What is this doesn't pan out? What if Nicholas isn't the guy who took Charlie and Tirry did and we still have no idea where Tirry is? Or what if Nicholas did but he left and now we can't find him either? What if we don't get Charlie back in time? What if-"

"Don." Alan said in a firm voice, "You're starting to sound like me. Stop it."

Don sighed, "Sorry dad. Just loosing my cool, not being in this case and everything. I feel like I'm not trying my hardest to find him. And. And if we find Charlie and it's too late, It will all be my fault."

Alan shook his head, "It will not be your fault. It is not your fault at all. Charlie will be found. Alive and well."

"How do you know?"

"You've just got to believe." Alan answered his son.

Static crackled. "Don, Alan? Can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear, Megan." Don said.

"Alright. Let's go." Megan's voice sounded far away. This was a tough case on her. It was starting to take a toll. She wasn't sleeping or eating well. She sighed, she now understood why Don would work all night at office just to solve a case. She had never been a lead agent before, it was hard. But it would be worth all the pain when she found Charlie. Alive.

She stared at the nice house in front of her and the team, "Come on, Colby. Let's go and pay them a visit."

Colby nodded as the two of them made their way to the front door. He stood to the left of Megan and knocked professionally. He hoped that this would pan out. He missed the Wiz Kid. Charlie seemed like a brother to him, sure, Charlie kinda freaked him out the first time he met him (he started talking about cheese), but he grew to like the kid.

The door slowly opened and an older woman stood there in a nice green sweater and make-up to match. "Yes? Can I help you?" He voice had a clarity, full of self ego.

"I'm Special Agent Megan Reeves and this is Special Agent Colby Granger." Megan showed her badge, "Is Nicholas Roland home?"

"Y-Yes." He voice wasn't as strong as before, "What is this about? Nicky hasn't done anything since he got out ..."

"Ma'am. May we please come and talk to him? It's very important." Colby said.

She nodded slowly and backed up from the door, in a daze. "Nicky is in the sitting room." She turned, "I'll take you to him."

"This is too easy." Colby muttered to Megan who agreed with him.

They walked into a vast room and they saw a man who looked a lot like Harry Roland sitting on a couch, reading a book.

"Nicky?"

He looked up and his eyes grew. "Wh-What's going on?"

"Nicky, this is the FBI ... They want to talk to you." The mother said slowly.

Nicholas dropped the book, "Dude, guys. I haven't done anything! I'm clean! I'm clean!"

Megan glared at him, "Will you stand up? You are under arrest."

"What? I told you!" He pleaded, fear in his voice, "I haven't done anything!"

"What?" The mother asked, getting more emotion in her voice, "What did Nicky do?"

"I didn't do anything!"

Colby walked up to Nicholas and turned him around, "You are under arrest for kidnapping. You have the right to remain silent. But I sure as hell wouldn't do that if I was you." Colby growled.

"Don. We have Nicholas." Megan said while Colby escorted the man outside.

Don's voice crackled when he spoke back to her, "What? That was too easy."

She sighed, "I know. He didn't even try to run."

"Alright. Feel free to question him there in Las Vegas, incase he's got Charlie there with him."

"Sounds, good Don. I'll let you know." Megan replied.

"Thanks." Don said.

Megan and Colby took Nicholas Roland to a police station, to the interrogation room.

"I didn't do nothin' man! Nothin'!" Nicholas pleaded as they set him down in a seat.

Colby raised an eyebrow. "You know, for some reason I don't believe that."

"B-But you have too. I'm innocent." He said quietly. "I haven't done nothin'."

"When was the last time you talked to your brother, Harry Roland?" Megan asked, sitting down across from Nicholas.

He paused, "About 8 years. Why? Has Harry done something?" Nick looked shocked.

"Harry hasn't done anything." Colby sighed, he put two pictures on the table for Nick to see, "Have you ever seen either of these men?"

Nicholas looked at the two pictures. One of the men had lots of dark curly hair while the other had a come-over. "No, man. Sorry. I haven't ever seen either of them."

Colby punched the table, "Tell the truth! I know that you've seen them! You've had too!"

Megan got up and put a hand on Colby's shoulder, "Calm down, or I'll have to bring David in. Do you want to be taking management classes with Don?"

"Don?" Nicholas asked, "As in Agent Don Eppes?" He paused, "Oh. I see."

"You see?" Megan asked, "What do you see?"

"Why I'm here." Nicholas smiled and leaned back in his chair. "It's that letter, isn't it." He paused, "That wasn't supposed to be sent."

"Then tell me, how did it get sent to Don?" Megan inquired.

He sighed, "My therapist told me that I had some anger issues and that I should do something about it. He proposed the idea to write a letter to the one person I hate the most, but don't send it. Just write it, so that it'd make me feel better, then throw it away."

"Yeah, and?" Colby asked, annoyed.

"My mom must have seen it. I had it in an envelope and everything. She must have put a stamp on it and put it in the mail box." He said easily. "Simple as that. I haven't done anything."

Colby sighed and growled something under his breath, storming out of the room.

Megan sighed and picked up the pictures, "You are not off the hook." She told Nicholas as she left the room, going after Colby.

She found him talking on his cell phone.

"Yeah. I know... Pisses me off too! I was for sure this was the guy ... Hey, man. No problem." Colby turned and saw Megan there, he sighed. "Yeah. Back at square one then. Yeah. Talk to you later, Don." He hung up. "I just informed Don that Nicholas might not be our guy."

Megan nodded, "Back at square one."

Colby snorted slightly and shook his head.

Megan raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"I was just thinking."

"Yeah?"

"I was just thinking that at this point in a case, we would call the Wiz Kid in to help find Tirry and ... well ... the Wiz Kid." Colby sighed and hung his head.

Megan nodded, sad smile on her face, "Yes. Charlie would be a lot of help, I'm sure." She looked at her watch, "Well, this didn't pan out. We'd better get back to L.A. I want someone to stay on Nicholas and keep him under surveillance." She said the latter part loud enough for all the Agents in the room to hear.

"I'll do it." Replied one of the Agent's who went with them.

"Alright. Tony. Call in as many other Agent's you want. Just, Just know where Nicholas is at all times. Keep tap on his phone and everything." Megan said, as she walked out of the building to her car.

It was her fault that everything wasn't working. She was the lead agent. It's her fault. Or, that's how Megan felt. She felt like she was letting all the Eppes men down, especially Charlie. She shook her head, to clear her thoughts. How many times as she told Don that when a case went sour that it wasn't his fault? The case wasn't sour yet and she was already thinking that when they found Charlie dead, that it would be her fault.

"Dad ..." Don began slowly after he got off the phone with Colby.

"Did they find Charlie?" Alan asked, flustered. "Is he alright? He's not ..."

Don shook his head, "The guy didn't take Charlie. We have no idea where he is. Dad ..."

Alan put a hand on Don's shoulder, "Don't worry." He smiled sadly, "You're team will find him. And just think, tomorrow you will be able to actually help with it."

"Desk duty still, dad." Don reminded him, "I can't do much at all."

"You'll be doing more than you are now, son."

Don sighed and rubbed his forehead with his hands, "It's just. This sucks."

"That's the understatement of the year." Alan snorted.

"Anyway," Don went on talking, "Now we think it's Tirry again. But the problem is we have no freaken' idea as too where the bastard is!"

"Watch your temper."

Don slumped in his chair, "Yeah. Yeah. Whatever." He grumbled.

"Donnie. Just keep believing. Because with you going around the way you, it's making it very hard for me keep up my hope for your brother." Alan scolded his eldest.

Don sighed and laid his head in arms, laying on his desk a bit, "Fine. I'll be a better sport then. For Charlie. Because when he comes back he's going to need a brother who is there for him."

Alan nodded, "Yes, he will."

Don sighed and closed his eyes. He was so tired. He hadn't been able to sleep much, out of worry. But now, he just couldn't stop himself from falling asleep.

Don was in a large room, all the lights where out. He couldn't see a thing. "Hello?" He called out. "Hello?"

"Donnie." He heard Charlie's voice.

"Charlie?! Buddy?! Where are you?!" Don asked, trying to find his brother in the darkness.

A light appeared and he saw Charlie. He was white as snow, his dark curly hair was straight and a mess from blood. He's eyes were sunken in, he was skin and bones. Don didn't think he could see anyone so skinny. Charlie was bleeding from his mouth, his teeth stained red, he was bleeding from his eyes, nose, and ears as well. He was tied up against the wall. "Oh. God. Charlie!" He started running to his brother, but no matter how fast he ran, he could not catch up. "Charlie!"

"Donnie. I knew you hated me. I've always known."

Don stopped running, "Hate you? I don't hate you, Charlie! I've never hated you!"

Charlie nodded, "Yes, you've hated me since you all found out that I was special. And then your hate for me grew when I tried to kill myself. And so you let me get kidnapped. Thinking that I deserved the pain and the torture."

"Never! I've been trying to find you, buddy! Really!"

A man stepped out of the shadows, it was Tirry, "Really? Charlie doesn't believe you anymore. He only believes me. He only obeys me. He is mine, body and soul."

"No! Charlie! Don't listen to him! I love you! Please believe me!"

"Charlie," Tirry said with a malicious smile on his face, "You know your brother more than anyone. Think of how he treated you in high school. Think of how he has only used you, your whole life."

"I haven't! No!"

"Don." Charlie said, his eyes wide and streaming blood, "It's alright that you hate me. I understand why you let this happen to me." He grinned, his red teeth gleaming in the pale light, "And I hate you too. Goodbye Donnie." Somehow, Charlie was untied and he had a gun in his hand. It was Don's gun and Don had to watch as Charlie brought it up to his temple and his finger flexed around the trigger.

Don woke up with a scream, panting. He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head and saw his dad. He bit his lip and got up, "I'm going home!" He yelled, storming out of the office.