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Tuesday 3:24
Don had spent almost the entire day with Charlie listening to him explain different theories and techniques that might help him to solve a large case on LA bank robberies. Megan found it all very interesting and sat for some time in the room nodding her head and giving small comments in between. Colby sat leaning foreword with his mouth agape, dumbfounded that anyone could possess so much knowledge. He eventually left with Megan when David came in and announced that there was a new lead.
Don had stayed with Charlie though.
For some reason he couldn't bring himself to leave.
Something felt off.
He kept having a chilling feeling that something bad might happen to one of them. Nothing was wrong with any of his family members that he knew of. He knew that Charlie went to the doctor a few days ago because of a bad headache he'd had for almost a week. Turned out to be nothing but a small sinus infection and he was taking antibiotics for it.
Charlie seemed a bit off.
He looked frailer…weaker…
Dark circles were under his eyes, like he'd been unable to sleep. It wasn't too unusual for his little brother to look tired, but it still unnerved him.
As Charlie was packing up his bags to leave, Don had to say something to him.
"You feeling alright, buddy?"
"Huh…" Charlie had looked up startled. "Uh…yea."
"You sure?"
"I'm just a little tired, Don," Charlie said slinging his nag over his shoulder and smiling. "Nothing a little sleep won't cure. So are you coming over for dinner tonight?"
"You can count on it," Don said trying to send a small smile back.
A trick of the eye or of the light…
"I'll work more on these equations and I'll see if I get any further on them tonight." Charlie patted his bag.
"That's great, Charlie." He felt like saying that he didn't have to but knew his brother wouldn't listen anyway.
"So I'll definitely be seeing you tonight, right?" Charlie said, now standing directly in front of the doorway.
"You bet."
"Remember dinners at seven," Charlie called out the door.
"How could I forget?" Don mumbled to himself and went on shuffling his papers around on his desk.
Charlie seemed fine. Maybe he was just tired…
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A/N: Thankies for giving this fic a chance!
TheDudeLordOfFantasy a.k.a. Kathleen