Don started to wonder where everything was coming from, then slowly started to put everything together. No wonder his team was falling apart. He watched her stand up and walk into the kitchen, breathing out steam.

"Look. I understand that this hasn't been what you wanted. I never expected things to go the way that they did." His tone was meaningful.

She filled her glass up with water and sat back down at the table. "It has been a long week--long night." He looked up and observed the inflection in her tone. She was steeling, her gaze now on the floor of the kitchen.

"I can see that. If anything went down there, I know that you must have kicked some butt." That made both of them smirk. "But I can definitely vouch for the long week."

"What ever ended up happening in that case? I never heard the ending piece." The strain in the room fluctuated between them.

Don shrugged. "The husband ended up having someone kill his wife for insurance money to pay off a bet with a guy named Joseph Hadly."

"He definitely ended up taking a run for his money."

"You got that right." And then silence took over again. The sudden upbeat in their conversation was just shooting over the rift between them. "You know, you have the right to be angry."

"I just wish you would say what was on your mind instead of holding it all in. And I am guessing that guilty expression is not going to hold up much longer."

Don sat up in his seat. "Some times I wonder how you read people like books."

"That would be my speciality." She smiled geniuenly. He shifted to take comfort back into the chair he was sititng in. "But if I had to guess further I would say that you did something or saw that needs further information--"

"Okay" He cut her off. "What have you been doing, spying on me while I was upstairs?"

She raised her eyebrow. " I know that you would have gathered more information since the day I left, if you could have." Which was probably the reason that she had turned off her phone. "And I don't know. Did you do anything out of the ordinary while you were upstairs?"

"I washed my hands--"

"And you saw the picture." She spoke gently. "I left my door open when I came out this morning." He looked up at her and within his gaze he knew the answer to his, and then presented the unspoken question. He exhaled, and something inside of him clicked like a light. Despite the look in her eye that told him not to ask too many questions, her gaze also told him that this was not a huge subject in her books.

Was it normal that right now she felt like crawling underneath a rock? Of course it was. She had barely talked about the subject.

"He was my son, Don" Her eyes trailed, and she wasn't even sure why she was telling him.

Even though he knew her answer would be something like that, but he still found himself silent. Because even though that had been his own answer, it was all becoming real. Perhaps because he was starting to feel like he hadn't taken the time to get to know her like he should have.

All of his team. He didn't know any of them.

Of course he didn't.

Colby had been a triple agent for the Chinese--something like it. And it had shattered his team.

Megan was leaving. Yet she had been the only one who seemed to understand Colby, even though she still struggled with the fact that he had betrayed them all.

David was more like a hidden broken wheel. Even if he began to trust Colby again, none of them had sat down and talked about everything that had happened. But she had. Megan had given them the chance to spill their hearts out.

So was it too late to call it?

He stood. "I just thought of something I have to do. I'll call you later." Megan didn't like the sound of his plan and she cocked her head cautiously in his direction and efficently stood. But he didn't move.

"What are you thinking about doing? It is pouring outside."

"I was thinking about saving what's left of my team." He mumbled, turning his back to her, and running his hand through his still slightly wet hair.

"How do you think the rain is going to help you there? You should go home. It is your day-off, if I correctly remember. Things are not going to change instanteously just because you want it to happen."

He looked over his shoulder. "I can still try." and he turned away.

--

How much of that conversation did you hear? Charlie had asked his father cautiously.

"I heard enough to know that Don's team is falling apart, and that Megan is thinking about leaving."

Charlie gazed over at him and nodded. The look in his father was slightly saddened at the thought."There is no final answer to what she is going to do. It could go either way."

"Of course it can. But we both know for a fact that his team is still his family."

Charlie exhaled, taking in another breath and flipped another paper into the corrected pile. He had never completely gotten his brother. But Charlie knew from a fact that Don would never let this go down without a fight.

Marking another paper with a red correction, Charlie felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Despite now being alone in the kitchen, the pen marking the page seemed to flow with his emotions, and in effort to keep himself busy. One after another, Charlie sat at the table alone. One pile grew larger, while the other dwindled.

After their conversation Alan had made a beeline upstairs to get ready for the day, leaving Charlie alone to his thoughts. To which Charlie was now comparing the two piles, to a new equation flowing through his head. Tapping his hand on the edge of the table, Charlie got up and gathered all the papers, stacking them in a opposite manner before heading into the garage. And that is where Don found his brother about an hour later. The chalkboard filled to capacity with a working equation.

"What is all this?"

Charlie edged around slightly as he turned around to face Don. "I don't actually have a name for it just yet." He took a look at his brother's expression as he stepped forward. "Let me guess you took a walk through the rain."

Don shook his head, with a heavy thump on the couch. "I was actually visiting Megan."

"It doesn't look like it went so well." Charlie put the chalk back down to rest on the holder

Leaning his head back against the couch, Don mumbled his response."It went better than I thought it would." There was a slight pause and then he abrubtly sat up and scrubbed his hands over his face.

"Feel like talking about it?"

"Nah" He stood, and Charlie glanced at Don as his brother began walking slowly towards the door. As if on a second thought Don turned around to face him. "Forget I even said anything." He waved a hand and was about to head back towards the door.

"You know I am always here if you need to talk. " Charlie tried again with a brief touch of knowledge that his brother probably wouldn't be taking the offer.

Don exhaled and took his seat on the couch again. "You know that dad heard the conversation between you and Larry." Don informed Charlie, and was clearly aware of what his brother had been thinking.

"So I heard. But fortunately he didn't hear all of it." Charlie gave him a grim expression. "I think because he heard the bad before the good, he missed out."

"Wait a minute." Don raised his eyebrow. "If he heard the bad before the good, then what is the good news?" Staying tight-lipped about the whole matter, Charlie picked his chalk back up and grasped it in his hands.

"Of course telling you, would neither be fair to Larry or Megan." Charlie spoke quietly and thoughtfully. And it would definitely not be fair to betray a good friend's trust.