Both Megan and Larry watched Charlee scramble up the stairs, without looking back. "I'm worried about her." Megan noted, clearly concerned. She didn't take her eyes off where Charlee had been just minutes before. "I'm worried that she's not taking all of this in. The psychologist in me has every alarm known to man going off in my head right now." She trailed off, by combing her fingers through her hair and ruffling it in frustration.

He thought about it momentarily, the corner of his mouth twitching. Giving a slight shrug, he finally added what he was thinking. "As am I." She was too busy staring at the step that she mistook that he had finished his thought, until he added. "About the both of you. When's the last time you took time to look at the stars?"

She gave the slightest confused smile; turning her body so she was leaning back against the couch now. "I take it you weren't actually looking up at the stars."

"Not in the least."He offered cryptically. "I was merely saying that when one doesn't take the time to look at the beauty that the earth has to bring—one could find them crashing down."

"Sometimes the stars don't have to come crashing down for you to see the beauty." She appointed wisely, before letting out a sigh. "I just think this case has been hard on us all. Charlee, she has to go back home and start all over. She's a smart little girl who has a loving family—"

Tears started welling up in her eyes and she shook it off. "Sorry, probably the hormones."

He shook his head, hooking his finger under her chin so she was looking right at him. "Megan, you never have to be sorry. You've fallen in love with a little girl, who frankly I realize has captured your heart. I don't know whether to be a little jealous." Teasing to lighten the mood, a corner of her lip rose into a smile. He smiled back at her. "Really, you don't have to be strong while in my presence."

Charlee knew that spying wasn't right, but she heard Larry and Megan's muffled voices and curiosity had sneaking out of the guest room. She sat with her back against the wall in the hallway, away from view. She held onto every word that was said. Hormones? What are those?Charlee thought to herself, trying to think if mommy had taught her about that word. She thought about it some more, only half listening. Nothing came to mind, so she continued to listen to them talk.

But there was no talking, instead there was crying. Scooting herself slowly to the edge of the step, she peered down to see Megan resting her head on Larry's shoulder. It seemed like an eternity, but the crying came to a stop and Larry was working to move her slowly. Charlee's heart pounded. Her first fear was Megan maybe the hormones killed her. No. She was just asleep. She had to be. Her chest heaved and she went back to the guest room, forgetting to close the door all the way. She would go down later.

Footsteps trailed up a few minutes later and then left. She kept her eyes shut, until the footsteps trailed and the front door closed with a locking noise. When the whole house was silent, she remembered about Megan and got up to look out the window. Larry was trailing down the driveway to his car. She let go of the curtain and trailed downstairs—a little quicker than usual. Charlee rounded the couch and let out a breath when she put her hand on Megan's chest and it moved.

Ever since her mommy and daddy had died, she had been having many nightmares. The last few nights it had been Megan in her dreams, lying there dead. It was just as scary as seeing her mom in that place, but Megan too—made her fear that same fate for her. A shudder went through her small body as she looked around the house. The silence was scary. The clock on the wall was brown—and ticked too. She had never noticed that there before. She whimpered, hearing the creaks in the house. She thought about someone breaking in, and she almost jumped off the recliner to hide; even thought about waking Megan up, but instead yawned and sunk down into the recliner—resting her head on the arm rest. She closed her eyes tightly when she heard another noise. Still nothing. Her hand went up to a blanket that was draped over the top and pulled the blanket down over her. Maybe now they wouldn't find her.

Three hours later, they had made only slight progress. The sun was beating down on all of them and sweat was running down their faces as they tried once again to negotiate in the back of a van that had been set up on the other side of the street. The phone rang, but went to the antique book store answering machine. Don rubbed at his chin in frustration. He had been holding off just storming in there. There was a repeated warning that went through his head that nothing was ever as easy as it seemed. He picked up the phone again. This time he had some success as the phone clicked on the other line.

"If you choose to contact or get near this building again, you be sure that I'll be blowing it up—with me and everyone else in it. That first blow up—"Joe chuckled coldly, breathing into the phone "was just a little preview to what is to come." With those words, the line went dead. The door to the van opened, just as Don had flung his phone against the desk.

Colby climbed into the van, shutting the door behind him. "Barely got a read on the heat sensors. It's either too blasted hot, or he's in a back room barely away from our reach." Don rested both elbows on the desk and pinched the bridge of his nose. "He also had one of the hostages cover the windows so we can't see anything. David's looking through the blueprints to see if there's any way that we could get through."

But that still left going into the building blind. Don shook his head in disagreement and stood. "Something stuck out to me that Carlos mentioned." Colby followed him out into the street, squinting into the bright sunlight. "That the first blow up was just a little preview to what is to come."

"So, he never planned on coming out alive." Adjusting his sunglasses, Colby shrugged, letting the words sink in.

Don stopped between the two police cars that blocked the building and gazed up at the building momentarily, thinking about the conversation on the phone. Something about that conversation just bothered him. If you choose to contact or get near this building again, you be sure that I'll be blowing it up—with me and everyone else in it. That first blow up— was just a little preview to what is to come.He thought through the conversation one more time; dissected the words, thought about it and the voice that associated with it. There it was: the voice wasn't right. Something kept nagging at him to think further, back to the conversation. He turned back towards Colby. "What if the building was never the intended target?"

Before he could ask further, Colby caught David carrying a blueprint over in their direction. "I think we found a way that we can get into the building without Carlos noticing we're there—"He glanced between Colby, who was glancing over at Don. It was the first time that he noticed their boss was deep in thought. David smiled uncomfortably, almost hesitating to continue as he leaned one hand on the hood of the car. "Why do I get the feeling that we just stepped into something big?" He exchanged a glance with Colby who nodded back.

"Probably because we did." Colby quipped back with all humor, but there was no smile on his expression as he said it. He turned back to the building, considering every person they had talked to in the last week being a possible target.

"The voice on the phone." Don slowly reached for his phone, only reaching empty pockets. He remembered after the phone call; throwing his phone on the desk in the van. He began heading back towards the van, walking with a quickened urgency. "It wasn't Carlos' voice in that building. It was Danny's." He flipped open the door, all three of them piled in. Don had the tech guy who was busily working—repeat the recorded conversation so they could all hear what was said. Once the recording was finished, David chimed in.

"Danny Carlos." He mulled over the familiar name. "Didn't we already clear him as a possible suspect?"

Don waved the thought off with an irritated swipe—not directly answering the question. Now wasn't the time or the place to call attention to the fact that he had missed this. "Lucia did mention something about Danny and Joe having the same hobby with antique book stores."

Nodding in agreement, Colby chimed in. "Sounds like the perfect accomplice to me."

"See if you can get phone records from Danny Carlos' house and compare it to the one we got from Joe Carlos' house and see if there's are any familiar numbers that could connect the both of them together in this."

David nodded, stopping in his tracks. "You think he was the one Carlos was talking to when Suisan was listening in on and at the park?"

Nodding once Don rubbed at his face tiredly. One hand holding the earphone towards his ear, he pressed at the stop button and set earphones on the desk. "Go and get a warrant, see if you can pin anything that would connect both Joe and Danny together. Also check any phone records and compare them—"

"To the ones we found at Joe Carlos' house. I'm already on it." David started heading towards the door with Colby in tow. "Hey Don, if Danny Carlos is in that building where is Joe Carlos at? And better off, who's he planning on targeting?"

Don stood up, put his phone back into his pocket and followed them outside the van. "I think I have a pretty good idea on who he might be targeting, but I plan on finding out for sure." Grabbing his keys, he unlocked the door, dialing a number on the phone as he closed his door and started the engine. The phone began to ring, and then went into voicemail. "Hi, you've reached the voice of Megan Reeves. I'm sorry I can't take your call but if you leave your name and a number, I would be glad to get back to you."Beep.

"Megan, its Don. If you get this message in the next few minutes, I need you to call me back. I'll explain everything later—I'm on my way." With that he pushed his foot down on the gas and sped off down the street.