Two months later
I sank into one of the chairs in the FBI office. I was too drained from working on this last case. I had a lot of trouble with this one, so I had spent many hours up all night working on this case. I hated to let the team down.
I looked over when I noticed someone enter the room. It was Megan.
"Hey, Charlie." She said, handing me a cup of coffee. I didn't usually drink it, but I think I needed some now.
"Thanks." I said as I took the cup from her.
"Some case, huh?" She said.
"Grueling. I'm glad it's over."
"You did a good job, Charlie. Keep it up." She said as she stepped out of the room.
Did I just hear her say "good job?"
I sank back into the chair and closed my eyes. Don was supposed to take me home, but I knew it would take him a while before he was ready. He still had to fill out some paper work.
I must have fallen asleep because before I knew it, Don was shaking my shoulder, trying to wake me up.
"Come on, buddy. It's time to go home." Don's voice called.
I opened my eyes.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you done?"
"Yeah, I just came to get you so we could go home. I figure I'll crash at home tonight since it's getting late."
I got up and we walked out to the car.
We drove home in silence. I had to catch myself a few times because I nearly fell asleep again.
"You sure you're okay?" Don asked as I stumbled up the steps.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just tired."
"Get to bed, man." He said after we had stepped into the house.
"Hey, boys. How was work?" Dad asked from the kitchen.
"We just finished our case."
"That's good. Charlie, you okay?"
"I'm fine, Dad." I answered, heading to the steps.
"Good night." I said as I headed up the stairs.
"Night, Charlie!" Dad called.
I crawled into bed, not bothering to change clothes. I blinked away tears of frustration and exhaustion. Don hadn't said anything to me about the case.
I was almost asleep when I heard a knock at the door.
I quickly swiped a hand across my eyes before I answered.
Don walked into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. I sat up.
"Everything okay?" I asked, hoping he didn't see the tears still in my eys, though I fought to blink them away.
"I just wanted let you know that I'm proud of you. You did a good job on this case. I know how hard you've been working on it. I'm sorry for keeping you up any longer. I know that you're tired."
"No, no. I'm-I'm glad you came."
Don patted my leg under the covers and got up to leave.
Before he stepped outside of the room, I called his name.
"What is it, buddy?" Don asked as he turned around.
"Thanks. It's not that hard, is it?"
"No. It's not so hard saying it when it's the truth."
I smiled and he left the room.
I sank back into bed, feeling more content than I had in a long time.