A DISH BEST SERVED COLD

A.N.: Here's the DT you wanted. Don't worry, it won't be the last.


" Hey, Don, what's up?" Terry's voice replied over the phone.

" Hey yourself," Don replied, his voice low. He had decided it would be better to call Terry himself then to have David do it.

" What is it, Don?" Terry demanded, instantly realising something was wrong.

" Okay," Don said, " We've been having some trouble at the office. Some agents have disappeared, presumed kidnapped..."

" And you want me to be a good little girl and stay here," Terry interrupted.

" That would be nice," Don muttered, " NO, I mean that isn't what I meant..."

"Don!" Terry exclaimed.

" Listen, Terry," Don replied, " We need you to stay there. Not for your safety, but because we could use you for information."

" I'm listening."

" All the agents missing used to work at the San Fransico office. Now Wilkins is seeing ifanyone had a grudge with them, but that's only half the picture. If it wouldn't be to much trouble..."

" Way ahead of you," Terry replied.

" Thank you."

" Maybe you can get Charlie to help."

Don coughed loudly over the phone.

" Sorry," he replied.

" Or not," Terry answered, " Let me guess. You two had a fight."

" Yeah," Don replied, " I mean, no. I mean. Lake! Use your profiling skills on David, leave me out of it!"

He could hear Terry laughing in the background. When she got control she replied, " Alright, Don, I concede. I'll see what I can dig up."

" Thank you," Don replied, and ended the call.

Casually he drove into the garage. Getting out he stretched slightly, and opened the back seat doors. Reaching to grab his jacket, he changed his mind. Closing the door he headed upstairs. No one noticed as a mysterious figure stole into the car.

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