A DISH BEST SERVED COLD

" Well, there are no ties in the case files," Wilkins replied looking up at Terry and David.

" We know," David replied, " But how long will it take you to pull up academy records."

Wilkins looked up at him confused, " Not long,twenty minutes at most. Why do you need academy records?"

" The video tape showed our kidnapper hadcertain information," Terry replied hastily, " Can you get therecords sooner?"

" I'll try," Wilkins replied. Speedily he called up files on the computer.

" Alright, I have them," he said.

" Cross referance their records together," Terry ordered.

Wilkins manipulated a few more keys. The computer only took two seconds to compile the data.

" No way!" Wilkins exclaimed as he looked at the moniter.

" What is it?" Terry replied, though by her tone she wasn't suprised.

Leaning over, she and David found the answer they looked over at them in complete bewilderment.

" How the..."

" David, get this guy's last known address," Terry ordered.

" Already on it," David replied, standing up and running to his work space.

" I'll go get Charlie," Terry replied, then patting Wilkins on the shoulder she replied, " Nice job."

Wilkins let a little nod, " How? How did we...? How could we...? How could I miss that?"


Don was tied to the chair again and he was in a different room this time. A room that, to his chargrin, he realized was cold and damp. Don pulled slightly against the bonds holding him. They didn't give, just like the last time he tried. Exhausted, his brain flashed back, unbiden, to Edwards. Whoever this guy was, he knew something about all the agents. Or at least he knew the history between him and Edwards. Don felt a slight shiver crawl up his spine. Attributing it to the cold, he tried to ignore the tingling pain in his leg, and now his arms.

In his attempts to ignore the tingling, Don replayed the past few events in his mind. The psy...the kidnapper had forced him to make a choice. Whether to answer the question and let Edwards die or not. Don knew as he had sat there that the man was toying with him. He knew that, even though he saved Edwards' life he had let the kidnapper win. Despite convincing himself that he wouldn't let it happen again, Don felt a twinge of fear deep down in his gut.

At that moment Don became aware of how truly tired he was. He had no idea how long it had been since he last slept. He felt his eyes close and could touch the ver fabric of unconciousness when an alarm sounded. Don's eyes bolted open as he looked around, judging the situation on instinct.

Suddenly a mocking voice called from the dark, " There's no sleeping. You're an agent remember. You need to stay alert. How can you stay alert with your eyes closed?"

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