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Part 30 � A Step
Forward �

�Dr. Jones said that one more day of this kind of progress
and they�ll move him out of ICU,� Don told Amy and Colby as he returned to
Will�s room, sipping a fresh cup of coffee.�

�Cool!� Colby said.

�Excellent!� Amy said.

�Well, umm, as long as there isn�t a repeat of that thing
that happened earlier today,� Don said sheepishly.

�Oh, yeah,� Amy agreed.

�What happened?� Colby asked sharply.

Don grimaced.� �Oh, we
just told Will about the � showdown Alan and Min had.� He got really upset.�

�Don�t blame him,� Colby said, shaking his head.

�Started trying to rip his tubes out.�

�Crap,� Colby said.�
�No wonder the doctor is mad at you.�

Don shrugged helplessly.

�We needed to tell him,� Amy said.� �We know that he heard at least some of what
went on.�

�And he might be wondering where his parents are,� Colby
added wryly.

�Don�t know how long Dad is gonna be able to keep Mom away,�
Amy said with a frown.� �And how this is
all going to play out in the long run ��
She gave a baffled wave of her hands.

�Well, we�ve got to try to keep the short term calm,� Don
said.� He sighed internally.� There was another conversation he really
wanted to have with Will, but he was going to make himself wait until after
Will was out of ICU.� He needed to
apologize to Will for fucking up so bad at the Richland house that he had got
Will shot.� He had the feeling that Will
was going to be stubborn in seeing that it was all Don�s fault, but Don was the
more experienced agent and should have been more prepared.

Before Don could brood more on that topic, the door swung
open and Charlie bounced in.

�We got it!� Charlie said with excitement.� �dea_sucks sent email from the internet caf�
just like we hoped!�

�And?� Don demanded, jumping to his feet.� �We got the bastard?�

�Umm, no,� Charlie said then added quickly.� �But we will.�

�Why not?� Don snapped.

�He put the email on a random delay, so it wasn�t mailed
until after he left the caf�.�

�Dammit!�

�The agents on the caf� kept track of everyone coming and
going, so right now they�re matching up who left with who used the machine that
sent the email.�

�How long?�

�They�ve got to track down a lot of people, with little to
go on since most people pay cash for��

�How long?�

�A day, maybe more.�

Don hissed with frustration.

�It�s a step closer,� Colby said.

Don grunted.� Another
day.

�The email delay was set up beautifully, including spawning
sub-processes and tricking the log files,� Charlie said enthusiastically.� �This guy has serious hacker skills��

�Charlie,� Colby warned, stopping Charlie before Don could
rip his head off.� Don was in no mood to
hear praises for the man responsible for Will�s condition.

�Um, yeah, sorry,� Charlie said.� �I�m trying to narrow down the window for
when the program was set up.� As I�ve
told you before, computers are unable to do completely random, so we�re
analyzing the traces we could find.� I�ve
got Amita helping, so I should get back to it.�
I just wanted to tell you the news.�

�Thanks,� Don said, trying to be gracious and just sounding
grumpy.

�Okay �� Charlie said, looking a little put out that his
news was underappreciated.

�I�ll walk you out,� Colby said and put his arm around
Charlie.� They walked out of the room,
Charlie gushing to Colby about some computer thing that Don doubted Colby
understood either.

Amy was smiling after them.�
�They�re an odd pair.�

Don chuckled.� �You
can say that again.� But they�re great
together.�

�I can see that,� Amy said, leaning back in her chair.� �And it�s more than opposites attract.�

�Yeah,� Don said with a smile taking over his face.� Charlie had never been happier than the last
� had it been a year already since the kidnapping?� �They balance each other out somehow.�

�What, you mean Charlie talks and Colby listens?�

Don snorted.� �It�s
not always like that, especially when they�re where they�re more comfortable,
like home.� In public, Colby does
sometimes fall into his old role of �dumb soldier jock.�� I could say something deep and psychological
about that, but I�ll spare you.�

�I appreciate that,� Amy grinned.� �Now you?�
You�re exactly what I would
have picked out for Will.�

Don raised his eyebrows.�
�Really?�

�Yep,� Amy said firmly.�
�Strong enough to stand toe-to-toe with him but flexible enough to
manage him when he gets stubborn.�
Someone as active as he is, who gets his weird sense of humor, and can
understand what he goes through at his job.�

�You f�rgot almost han�sum as me,� Will said from the bed.

Smiling, Don turned to him.�
�Hey, babe, how long you been awake?�

�Heard wha� Churlie said,� Will responded.� �Good.�

Don went to the side of his bed.�� Good?�

�Good made progruss, but not too fast.�

�Will,� Don said, his forehead wrinkling.� �Don�t tell me you�re hoping to be in on this
bust ��

��Kay,� Will smiled with his old impishness.� �Won�t tell you.�

Don opened his mouth to argue but just shook his head.� Just a few days from death�s door and he
wanted to be out bringing in the bad guys.�
Will was going to be a handful as a patient.� Like a
certain stubborn FBI agent �

Sitting down next to the bed, Don leaned on the mattress and
put his chin on his hands.� He looked at
Will with a smile.� �So what, I�m gonna
be pushing your wheelchair, chasing them down?�

�Bet�r push fast,� Will said.� ��N keep smooth so I can getta good shot
off.�

Don chuckled.� �Don�t
let Dr. Jones hear you talk like that or she�ll never let you out of ICU.�

�Juz hafta steal a gurney �n highjack ambul�nce,� Will said
cheerfully.�� He turned to his
sister.� �Ame, yu�ll help, right?�

�Count me out on the highjacking,� Amy laughed.� �But me and Charlie will hack the computers
and turn all the stoplights green so you can get away.�

�Good plan,� Will said.�
�Firs� step is gimme sum coffee.�

�No way!� Don laughed.�
�For you it�s just gonna be strained peas and jello.�

Will groaned.�
�Coffee!�

�Kool-Aid,� Don responded.

�Steak?�

�Chicken broth.�

�Pizzuh?�

�Overcooked mushy noodles.�

�Fried chick�n?�

�Pureed carrots.� And
don�t push it or I�ll eat your pudding.�

�Giv� me back my puddin�!�

Amy sat back in her chair with an air of satisfaction.� �Exactly
the sort of person I would have picked out for you.�
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