Title: Níl aon tintéan mar do thintéan féin. (There's no place like home)
Author: Kim Summary:
Warning: None to my knowledge.
Disclaimer: I do not own Frank Donovan or the others, I just borrow them. Other characters are mine. Don't have money, so you can't sue.
Archive: If you want to, just let me know where.
Feedback: Please and be honest. was a beautiful spring day in Chicago. The sun was shining, not a cloud in the sky. A perfect day to be outside enjoying the weather. Kids were outside playing in the parks. Lovers walking hand in hand on the lakefront. The UC team was stuck inside doing paperwork.

"There's no way he'll let us go," Alex said, sipping her coffee.

"I have the perfect plan," Cody smirked, rolling his chair over to the table.

"Enlighten us," Jake said, pushing Cody back.

"Okay, first, Donovan's door is always shut." Cody started to explain, "We put some of the flex cuffs together and lock the door that way. The door opens up into his office."

"And what about the stairs?" Monica asked, "There's no door there."

"Block it with something." Cody stated, "It's too nice to be here."

"Good morning, everyone." a voice said from the doorway.

They turned to see who was talking to them. Jake and Alex groaned when they saw him saunter in.

"Who's this guy?" Cody asked, eyeing him.

"Frankie up in his office? Thanks." he winked walking up the stairs.

"I can't believe it," Alex said, watching him. "This means trouble."

"He has a file with him," Jake warned.

"Who is it?" Monica asked.

"I can't remember his name, but he worked with Donovan before." Jake said with distaste.

"Tom, CIA," Alex answered, "I wonder what he wants now."

"Just when Donovan thought he was out, " Cody started, doing an Al Pacino impression, "they pull him back in."

"Cody, I can't believe you at times." Monica laughed, rolling her eyes at him.

Donovan heard the footsteps on the stairs. He figured it was Cody trying to con him into letting them go home, again. He smiled at Cody being determined about playing hooky. His smile disappeared fast when he saw Tom standing in the doorway.

"Tom," Donovan said, acknowledging his old friend. He leaned back in his chair, "what can I do for you?"

"Frank, I wish I could say this visit was friendly," Tom started to say.

"I'm not interested in doing work for you." Donovan flatly stated, staring at the file Tom held. Bolivia was enough; he wasn't about to put his team through that again.

Tom walked over to the window and saw that Donovan's team was watching him closely. "Good team you have Frankie. There when you need them, that's good," Tom commented.

"Yes, they are." Donovan agreed, wondering why Tom was here.

"I really wish this was about business. I'm here to notify you." Tom said, trying to avoid Donovan's face.

"Notify me?" Donovan asked, "About what?"

"Ciara," Tom replied.

"Ciara," Donovan started to say, "what about her?"

"Ciara might be alive, Frank." Tom replied. He could see the shock in Donovan's face. That wasn't the news he was expecting to hear. He watched Donovan regain some composure and launch himself out of his chair. He watched Donovan pace around the room like a caged tiger ready to pounce on his prey.

"Are you sure?" he asked, "How? I want to know."

"In Ireland, a few days ago," Tom answered.

Donovan reached the breaking point, he needed to do something. He needed to take his anger out on something. He walked over to his desk and flung everything across the room. Tom just stared at his friend, this was the fist time he saw Donovan lose control.

They all heard the crash from Donovan's office. They started up the stairs to make sure he was okay.

"Oh my God," Cody said running up the stairs, "Donovan killed him."

They stopped in the doorway. They saw Donovan standing over his desk, head hanging down. The look Tom gave them was warning to leave Donovan be.

"Why wasn't I notified a few days ago?" Donovan asked, not sure if he really wanted to know the answer

"You know why Frank," Tom said, confirming what Donovan thought. He handed Donovan the file. "There's something I need to show you."

"What's this?" he asked, taking the file. He flipped through the contents. Inside were surveillance photos taken of a woman. "It's not her. I identified the body over a year ago. The DNA test was positive."

"Did he just say body?" Jake whispered.

"We had the body dug up. The body was flown in today." Tom said, putting a hand on Donovan's shoulder. "We can go anytime you want."

"Everything okay, Donovan?" Alex asked, searching his face.

"Do you want one of us to go with you?" Jake offered.

"No." he answered to both questions.

"Hey Frank, remember what I said about them earlier? Being there when needed, I meant it." Tom commented.

Donovan looked up at his team, finally realizing that they were there. He wondered how much they heard. He looked back at Jake and saw the concern in his face. "Jake, would you come with us?" he asked.