"Colby risked his life for Don's?" Alan asked.

Suzie nodded. "When the explosion went off a broken piece of piping came down and cut Colby's side open. He also probably has a concussion."

Robin glanced over at the doors both Colby and Don had disappeared behind and desperately wanted to know how the two men were doing. "How was Don?" Robin asked. "I mean… like…"

"I know." Suzie said and held up a hand to stop her. "He seemed alright. He didn't talk much though."

Robin nodded. Silence followed for quite some time.

About an hour or so later a nurse walked out of the door. "For Mr. Eppes?" They all turned their heads expectantly.

"I'm his father." Alan offered.

"Your son is doing great." She said cheerily. "We've examined him thoroughly and found that the only serious injury he has is the knife wound in his calf muscle. He has some burns, knife wounds, and internal bruising on his abdomen, but nothing that needs to be worried about. Other than lots of rest and crutches, he's going to be fine."

Robin broke out into a smile. "Can we see him?"

The nurse nodded. "Only two at a time, please."

In unspoken agreement, Robin and Alan followed the nurse through the doors.

"Well, we might as well get comfortable." Nikki decided. She sat on a chair and put her hands behind her head. She tried not to act like she was worried, but Colby was like her own brother. She couldn't help being worried. Suzie sat down next to her. "You know you're covered in plaster dust, right?" she asked as she tried to vent her nervous tension.

"Yes, Nikki. I am aware." Sarcasm practically dripped out of Suzie's mouth.

"So… … Pennsylvania…"

Suzie tried not to slap her forehead too hard.

Don was lying comfortably on the bed with his foot propped up on a pillow. His hospital gown was pulled up so that the nurse standing at his side could apply a bandage to his side. He wasn't paying attention to the nurse though. His thoughts were on that idiot Colby. All he knew was that when he saw the agent he was giving him a stern talking to. Possibly followed by a good smack to the back of the head. Then he thought about Charlie. Had Charlie came around while he was gone? What had they told him? That Swarrid had marched into his room and taken his brother right out from under his nose?

"Are you up to visitors?" The nurse asked as she smoothed the gown back down and brought the blanket back up.

"Of course." Don replied with a cheeky smile. The nurse smiled back and then walked out of the room… or was it more of a cubicle? Don stopped that train of thought before it could go anywhere. (Pain medication was bliss.) It was only a minute or so later that the curtain was pushed back and he saw Alan and Robin.

"Hey, guys." He greeted with a big smile.

"You are not allowed to do that ever again." Alan decided as he saw his son.

"Believe me, dad, I don't plan on it." Don replied. He glanced over at Robin and his eyebrows knitted together as he saw the white bandage on her wrist. "Robin-"

Robin rushed over to his side and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. "It wasn't your fault, Don." She whispered and rested her forehead on his.

"Yes it was." Don whispered back. He closed his eyes as he tried to take in the feeling of Robin's skin on his. One he hadn't been sure if he was going to feel again. "I'm the one that handcuffed you to the bed."

"It could have been worse." Robin told him. "He had a knife, Don. There was nothing else you could do." She pulled away and resorted to holding his hand.

Don grimaced but decided the argument could wait until later. "Now what happened to Colby?" Don changed the subject.

"He saved your life, Don." Alan said. "Try not to make it sound so bad."

"I'll make it sound as bad as it is. That idiot needs to stop being so heroic all the time." Don growled.

Robin smiled slightly. "That doesn't sound like anyone we know."

Don glanced down at his wrist instinctively and then tried to cover it up by crossing his arms over his chest. Alan's eyes twinkled knowingly.

"How about Charlie?" Don asked instead.

"They're thinking about taking him off the sedative soon." Alan replied.

"That's good." Don replied and rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand.

The next several hours passed slowly for Don. Suzie and Nikki came in and filled him in on what had happened while he was being held hostage and how Colby was doing. The hospital was keeping him over night to make sure there was no swelling in the brain from his concussion and to keep an eye on the deep gash in his side. Liz and Ian eventually popped in telling him that everything had been wrapped up at the house and that Swarrid had been pronounced dead on the scene. (Don reminded himself to tell Suzie thank you later.) They were going to finish up their share of the paperwork and Don had asked nicely if they could bring some over for him to work on. He was going to need something to do while he was waiting in Charlie's room.

When the doctor approved of Don's use of the crutches he released him and told him he had to be off of it for at least three weeks. Don had shot Robin a look. The wedding. Robin had waved a hand and said they'd push it back a week if they had to. They had been procrastinating on sending out the invitations anyways. Don then made his way to Charlie's room where he dropped off the paperwork he needed to do. Then he went in search of Colby.

When he saw Colby all thoughts of yelling at him left his mind. He looked defenseless in the hospital bed. Don figured he was asleep from the even rising and falling of his chest. But before Don could leave the room one of Colby's eyes peaked open. "Don?" he asked huskily.

"Hey, Colb." Don greeted and hobbled over. "How you feeling?"

Colby seemed to think about it for a moment. "Thirsty." He decided.

Don spotted a water bottle on the bedside table. "I can fix that." He leaned heavily on his crutch as he reached over and opened the bottle for the wounded agent. He pressed it into Colby's hand and watched as he nearly chugged the whole thing. Don sat on the edge of the bed for a more comfortable position to talk.

"Just warning you," Don started as Colby put down the bottle. "You ever pull a stunt like that again and you get yourself killed, I will bring you back just so I can kill you myself. Understand?"

Colby rolled his eyes. "Yes, Dad."

A smile broke Don's face. "Hey, I'm serious." He defended.

Colby's eyes were twinkling with delight as he asked, "You gonna tuck me in before you go?"

Don couldn't help but chuckle. "You're a big boy now, Colby. We talked about this." He patted the Idaho boy's knee. "I'll be in to check on you later."

"Don't worry about me, Don." Colby assured. "My skull's pretty thick."

Don's smile broadened. "I don't need x-rays to tell me that." He stood back up. "Get some rest, bud. You did a good job today."

"Thanks, man." Colby replied. He watched Don shuffle out of the room and then leaned back on his pillows. He quickly dropped off into a refreshing sleep.

Don was back in Charlie's room before he knew it. Larry, Amita, Alan, and Robin were all there. They all glanced at him expectantly. "What?" he asked. They all looked away innocently. Larry even whistled. Something was up. Don kept a suspicious eye on them and then sat down. That's when he noticed. His eyes narrowed accusingly as he glanced from person to person. "Who took it?"

"Took what?" Robin asked with a flutter of her eyelashes.

Don had to keep himself from stuttering. "My paperwork."

Amita couldn't help herself. She started laughing. Alan soon followed.

"Guys, this isn't funny." Don whined. "I really need to get that stuff done."

The whine caused Robin to burst into laughter too. Larry just smiled and shook his head.

Don didn't find it all that hilarious, but couldn't help a small smirk cross over his face. He took a deep breath and crossed his arms. "You guys are ridiculous." He said as he settled into the uncomfortable chair.

They had finally taken Charlie off the sedative sometime late afternoon. And now that there was a chance he would wake up soon there was no way they were getting Amita or Don to leave his side. Robin and Alan had decided it was best to leave them there. Alan wasn't too fond of leaving either, but knew that Don would keep a careful eye out. So that night Robin and Alan left promising to return the next morning with breakfast. Amita and Don had hastily agreed. Anything to be able to stay.

Colby was struggling to reach another bottle of water they had put on the table. His left arm had limited mobility because it strained his side. He heard movement at the door and looked up to see Nikki and Suzie. They were wearing a different set of clothes and looked like they'd taken a shower recently. "What are you doing here?" Colby asked as he dropped his arm.

"Checking on you, Idaho." Nikki replied. She walked over and handed the bottle to him.

"I'm fine. No need to check on me." Colby replied.

"Mmhm." Nikki replied. "What's the doc say?"

"That I'm out of here tomorrow." Colby replied. "Off duty for a week or so and limited duty for a week after that."

Suzie could tell Colby was lying, but decided to keep it to herself. "Don't push it, Colby." She warned.

Colby gave the profiler a look. He hated human lie detectors.

Alan and Robin met at a local restaurant in the morning and picked up breakfast to go.

Don was sleeping soundly with his head back against the wall while Amita was scribbling something onto a notepad.

Charlie felt like he'd slept forever, but couldn't shake the feeling of being tired. He peeled his eyes open and realized he was in a hospital. The events of three -almost four- days prior suddenly hit him like it had happened two hours ago. He grimaced slightly and then looked over to his right where Amita sat. "Hey." He said hoarsely.

Amita looked up and a wide smile spread across her face. "Hey, Charlie." She greeted and then leaned over to kiss him.

Charlie smiled. "How are you and the baby?"

Amita smiled. "We're fine. What about you? You gave us a pretty good scare." She put a hand on his face and Charlie pressed against it.

"I feel fine. I'm guessing it's because of the drugs though." Charlie said with a small smile.

"Probably." Amita replied.

Charlie's brows furrowed together. "Where's Don?" he thought he remembered him being here. Something in the back of his head told him that he should be here.

Amita pointed to the other side of the room. "He's been worried sick about you."

Charlie looked over and saw his older brother sleeping the day away. He saw the black eye and the crutches and could only guess at what he'd done now. "What happened to him?" Charlie asked.

"I think you'd better let him explain." Amita suggested. "Here," She offered and held out a glass of water. Charlie gratefully took a couple sips. His stomach couldn't take much more though. Charlie cleared his throat and then turned back to his brother.

"Don." He called and reached his hand out. His fingers just barely glanced over Don's knee.

Don's eyes shot open and he sat up quickly expecting something to be wrong. Then he saw what had woken him. "Hey, Charlie." He said with a smile.

"You need to go home. You look awful." Charlie told him.

"You're one to talk." Don replied and reached out for Charlie's hand.

Charlie smiled slightly. "What happened to you, bro?"

"Nothing you need to worry about at the moment." Don assured.

"You'll tell me later?" Charlie asked.

"Of course, Chuck."

"Don't call me Chuck."

The end! Please let me know if you would like an epilogue. ;) I'm feeling like writing one, but I'm not sure. If I do write one it's going to be after I get back from vacation which will be in like three weeks. Also I felt really good about this chapter so I posted it early. Hope you enjoyed!

Thanks for reading and all the reviews, alerts, and favorites! It was greatly appreciated!