As Mike and Dina were led to the Infirmary by the guard, they continued their conversation:
Mike-'I feel awful that this happened because we brought Johnny back to help us.'

Dina-"You couldn't have known it would work out this way.'

Mike-; But what I can't believe is that Cameron won't answer our calls! We will have to let Kay know after we assess what's going on.'

With that, they entered the Infirmary. It was a large drab windowless room with cots lining the walls. Some were empty, but most were taken up by men resting, or getting some form of treatment. Each bed had a privacy curtain , some were pulled around the person, while most were open. Dina and Mike noted that each person was handcuffed to the bed by their foot and opposite wrist, which looked like it make a bad situation even worse. As they made this way through the room, Dina received many blown kisses, and whistles, until Mike flashed his badge and barked at the prisoners, which quieted them down.

The guard checked his paper and approached one of the beds with the curtain pulled and said—'This is him'. Dina and Mike found the end of curtain and entered the space and pulled it back around them. There they found the twin resting quietly, with his eyes closed. Dina put her hand on his shoulder to gently arouse him. He slowly began to lift his eyebrows and his eyelids fluttered.

With that, she gently brushed his hair off of his forehead and spoke his name softly, 'Johnathon, it's me-Dina. Wake up."

In a very groggy manner he slurred out; "'m Cam, not Johnny."

With that, Dina gave Mike a very surprised look. Mike blurted out—"Man, they gave him the good stuff!" The twin drew his un-cuffed knee up, wincing at the movement, and turned his head toward Dina, still seeming to try to open his eyes.

Dina repeated, 'Come on Johnny, Wake up.'

The man again answered, 'I'm Cameron Black, the amazing Cameron Black, Why does everyone keep calling me Johnny….' As he finished that sentence, he seemed to fall right back to sleep. As if that proclamation took all of his energy. His knee dropped to the side and his face fell back into a relaxed, peaceful sleep.

Dina again sought out Mike'e eye contact and gave a startled look. Mike smiled, and said, "He is really out of it!" Dina whispered under her breath as she starred at the man lying asleep in the bed, ''Ya do think it's just the drugs..Right?"

'Of Course. It has to be.'' replied Mike.

Ya, I'm sure you're right'. But she kept studying his form. She picked up his hand as if to look at his fingerprints. Her eyes seemed to light up as she quickly moved to his ankle. She uncovered his ankle and foot by pulling his sock down a bit and pulled up his pant leg, looking at it closely. She found an old scar and gasped. Next she moved up to his abdomen, and pulled up his prison uniform, so she could look at his belly. She quietly spoke to Mike, " Remember when Cam said he was out of commission for a month because of a trick gone bad? Well, he was. He had a ruptured spleen and had it removed. Look! Here is the scar!" She ran her fingers across it.

This awoke him, and he swatted her hand away and said, "Whats going on?'

"Cameron—Take it easy! It's Dina and Mike. You are gonna be Ok, just relax." He finally got his eyes opened, and smiled a weak smile at her. He adjusted himself and realized that he was shackled to the bed.

'Didn't I finish the trick?' he looked very confused and suddenly panic gripped him. 'Johnathon!" he blurted out as he pulled at the cuffs trying to sit up. To which Dina put both hands on his shoulders to keep him lying down and hushed him in his ear. Cameron winced and let groaned at the explosive moment that he had just tried.

"Look Cam, we don't know what happened here, but somehow Johnathon escaped and you are here in prison. Everyone thinks you are Johnny,' she whispered very softly in his ear, hoping that the pain killers had worn off enough for him to understand. He turned his head to look at her.

"You can tell that I'm Cameron?"

'Yes, darling, I looked at the scar from when you had your spleen removed. That's one thing you and your twin do not share." "We are gonna figure this out, Cam. Just relax and go back to sleep. You have been hurt and have been given some pain medicine. We won't leave you until you get out of here." She rubbed his forehead, pushing his hair back a very repetitive motion, over and over, until sleep overtook him again.

Mike, she whispered as she grabbed his hand. 'What are we gonna do?"

'I already texted Kay,' he said. She is on her way to take fingerprints. 'Do you know what doctor and hospital would have the records from the surgery? With the records and fingerprints, we can get the DA to release him.'

Cameron started to stir again. 'Owe, Owe, Owe, it hurts!' he said as he tossed his head back and forth on the skimpy pillow. He drew his knee up and tried to turnover, but was prevented by the cuffs.

Dina quickly said, 'Hey, Hey Hey, Be still! What hurts?'

"EVERYTHING! My head, my back and my chest." She had been told that he might have broken ribs and he was found bleeding from the back of his head. They had tried to put stitches in, but he was not very corporative. As he turned, she could see that the wound was oozing a lot and the pillow was soaked with blood, under him.

She poked her head out of the curtain to say, 'We need help in here. He is bleeding."

Just at that point Kay arrived. She had beed escorted to the Infirmary by a guard. She wore her badge in clear site to assist her with access. She had the evidence kit in her hand.

Two orderlies came in and un-cuffed the prisoner, and quickly turned him to his side and reattached the cuffs to the same side of the bed. Kay squatted down to meet Cameron's eyes. He had them squeezed shut and was clenching his jaw, breathing, no hissing through the pain of the sudden unexpected movement. The nurse arrived to assess the wound. She started to remove the stitches to replace them. He gasped again, in pain.

Kay reached her hand out to the nurse to stop her. ' He needs more pain medicine before you do that.'

'Yes I think you are right. The rest had clearly worn off.' She left and returned with a syringe, an alcohol wipe and a bandaid. She inched a corner of his waistband down and quickly administered the morphine in a shot to his right hip. His eyes popped open in shock, but then seemed to glaze over as he relaxed. She waited for a few minutes for the medicine to take full effect and then tended to the stitches, and cleaned the wound. Cam didn't even react as she sprayed a topical anecseptic, restitched it and bandaged it without any further problems. She helped him get into a clean top, put a new pillowcase on and helped him get comfortable on his side to avoid pressure on the wound.

He quickly dozed off again. While he was asleep, Kay took his fingerprints and Mike called to get the medical records emailed to him.

In the meantime Kay was on the phone to get the Warden to transfer him to the hospital, as was the custom when the care exceeded the ability of the Infirmary. Her argument was that, he had helped the FBI, and now the FBI was gonna help him. The arrangements were made and the Warden agreed.

Kay had another agent come to get the evidence kit as well as bring an ankle monitor. This was part of the agreement to move him. As the twin began to awaken, the nurse gave him 2 pills to take to help with the pain. Dina stepped in and handed them to him one at a time with some sips of water. Since he was on his side and the prison cot didn't adjust, he had to prop himself up, causing rib pain and he grimaced as he did, but he was able to complete the maneuver and swallow the pills. The ambulance arrived outside. Johnathon was transported to it on a gurney and loaded in. Kay climbed in with him and immediately wrapped him in a hug.

He looked at her, still wearing a very groggy expression, but he seemed to realize that everything was going to be ok.

Mike and Dina went back to the Archive to talk to the rest of the team and try to brainstorm the situation and solve the puzzle as to how the switch could have happened.

The ambulance arrived at the ED. As it pulled into the bay, Kay's phone rang. It was Diekens. The DA swiftly reviewed the evidence and cleared the case. It was Cameron Black, and he could be released. Kay still wanted him to be checked out by a non prison doctor, but the ankle monitor was removed. She texted the news to Mike and asked him and Dina to get an outfit for Cam and anything else she thought he would want, in case he stayed in the hospital overnight.

In the ED, Cameron was settled onto a comfortable gurney. His vital signs were taken and he was helped to change into a standard hospital gown. All evidence of his prison stay were now gone. At this point, Kay could see all of the injuries that had been done to Cameron—the bruises, the cuts and scrapes that had been hidden by the uniform. He was groggy, and appeared uncomfortable from his injuries, but allowed the medical team to do their job. They checked him out from head to toe. Kay jumped out of her seat when the doctor pushed deeply into his belly, looking for signs of injury. and Cameron howled and pushed him away. He was taken for x-rays, head CT and an abdominal CT to further check for uncovered injuries. It was confirmed, 2 cracked ribs and a concussion, but no other internal bleeding or injuries were found. The belly pain was from the lower injured ribs. The doctor confirmed that there was not a need for any surgery. They had been prepared for the possibility based on the exam. Everyone breathed a sign of relief and Kay choked back the tears when she heard the good news. Cameron seemed oblivious to the news, since the testing had been so painful, and he had received more pain medications to help him tolerate the testing.
An IV was started to give him drugs that were needed for the testing and as long as it was there, the doctors gave him antibiotics to decrease the likelihood of infection. He would stay in the ED for at least 6 more hours to get the second dose. Then it was up to him. He could chose to stay overnight to get IV pain meds and antibiotics, or if he felt up to it, he could go home with oral pain meds and antibiotics.

Mike and Dina had arrived at the hospital to check on Cam. Dina and Kay looked at Cam as he debated his options. He shifted in the bed and still winced as he moved, but clearly decided that he wanted to go home. Kay and Dina tried to talk him out of that decision, but in the end, Cam was determined to get home. When the time came, he took one more dose of IV narcotics and with that in his system, got himself dressed and presentable. He plopped himself in the wheelchair that was waiting for him, and Mike pushed him to the car, with Dina and Kay on each side.

When they arrived at the Archive, Gunther and Jordan were there to meet them. Gunther helped Cameron out of the car and put Cam's arm over his neck to support him as he walked in.

The question was posed; "Do you want to go to the bed or the couch?"

"The couch, I'm dizzy."

"You got it,'"Gunter replied as he assisted him there, while Jordan ran to grab some pillows and a blanket for his boss. Kay slipped off his jacket and Gunter lifted his legs to prop them on the trunk so the he was deeply reclined on the couch.

Dina quickly grabbed a cold wet cloth to apply to his head to help with the dizziness. She asked, "Are you hungry? Maybe you are dizzy because you are hungry.'

Cameron slowly said, "not really'' and he closed his eyes and settled into the couch.

"Cameron, you have to eat, you haven't eaten all day, you need to get your strength back. Come on, I bought take out from your favorite deli down the street," Dina told him.

"No, I really don't think I could eat anything, I don't think I could keep it down."

'Oh, ok, the doctor gave you lozenges to suck on for nausea. Take one —here" and Kay unwrapped one and said, "open up".

Cam looked at her and after an irritated sigh, he complied, but said, "I can do it myself, I'm not a little kid."

Kay looked back at him and said, "Ya, and in a few minutes, I'm gonna help you with dinner.".

He laid his head back down on the couch, but quickly bounced it up as he caught the stitches on the couch. Dina saw what had happened and heard the yelp. She quickly adjusted the pillow to provide relief, and leaned down and gently rubbed his forehead.

'Thanks Dina, Much better!'

After starring at Cameron while he rested on the couch for about 15 minutes with a container ready in case the nausea got the best of him , Dina finally asked, 'How are you feeling now?'

'Ok, the nausea seems to have passed and the medicines are working, because my ribs seem OK when I sit still, and my head is not pounding anymore."

"Great, then its time for dinner! I'll go heat it up."

Cameron just huffed, "I'm not hungry!" he exclaimed.

'Do I look like I care? You are going to eat something." Dina called from the Kitchen.

Kay brought him some Ginger Ale and held the straw for him to take a sip. He reached out to grab the glass and his unsteady hand spilled it a bit. Kay quickly grabbed it—"Hey it's OK, don't worry about it. The towel caught it all. It didn't get on anything."

With that, Cam gently put his head back, 'I guess I'm more tired than I thought."

"As soon as you eat something, we will help you to bed.' He just silently nodded and closed his eyes.

He was startled as Dina put a clean towel under his chin to act as a bib, and sat down beside him with a bowl of noodle soup. She brought the spoon to his lips, just as she did when she fed her friend's toddler and said, 'Come on, open up', and she slid the noodles into his mouth.

Behind him, Kay adjusted the pillows once more to support him in more of a sitting position. Before he knew it, he had eaten all of it. He rested his head back as his eyes fluttered again and he began to drift off. Gunter stepped up to help him to the bed. He reached under Cameron's armpits to help him stand and then shifted to get his arm over his neck to support him as he shuffled with him to the bedroom.

Luckily, the clothes that Dina had grabbed and brought to the hospital, were really a pair of Cameron's PJs. Flannel bottoms and a soft tee shirt. Jordon grabbed the pillows from the couch and positioned them on the bed. Cam was helped to sit down and he winced as his weight adjusted onto the mattress. Gunther, brought his legs up and tucked the blankets snuggly around him. 'You can shower in the morning' he whispered to Cam . In just a few minutes, he was on his good side, curled up and softly snoring.

Everyone tip toed out. The bathroom light was turned on and the bedroom door was left open in case Cameron called out for help.

In the main room, Mike had opened a bottle of wine and grabbed glasses for everyone. He poured the white wine for each of them. After the day they had all had, they could all use a drink.

And the conversation started. They all quickly realized that no one had any idea as to exactly how the switch happened.

'I hope he is better tomorrow,' Dina said.

'Ya, maybe we can figure this out. The FBI will certainly want a statement,' replied Kay. 'They are already working to find Johnathon. In fact they are heading to MW to see what see knows."

'NO NO NO'- was heard from the bedroom. They all went running in. Cam was thrashing around in bed, screaming with his eyes closed.

'Is he seizing?' Jordan said worriedly.

'NO -its a nightmare,' Dina said running to his bedside. Kay instinctively went to the other side and Mike put his hands on his legs, trying to give him some structure. Both Kay and Dina wrapped their arms around him to try to hold him still, but that seemed to make him fight harder. Jordan quickly grabbed a cold washcloth and put it on his head, which seemed to wake him up. He had tears running down his cheeks and he was panting. His pupils were dilated and his eyes were darting around the room as if he was looking for someone. He didn't seem to see his friends at all. It was a pure night terror! Kay pulled him to her— putting his head on her shoulder and rubbing his back while humming him lullaby.

Finally Can whispered-'What happened?'

Dina whispered back-'You had a dream'

Cam laid back down and winced as he did it. 'No it was a memory." "It was the memory of prison." He repeated the story of how Johnathon has told him that he didn't want to run away with HIM. That was the last memory he had of his brother. He awoke dressed in the prison uniform with the black eye, and a pounding headache on the floor of the visitation room in the prison. Johnny must have punched him out and switched places. The nightmare continued as people assumed that he was Johnny. They thought he was messing around and not following the rules and unwritten procedures of the prison and was purposely pissing people off. He had sat with the wrong crowd at the wrong table and when he was outside out of view of the guards, he had gotten really beat up. "What a nightmare!", he gasped.

He laid back down, wincing as he repositioned himself back on the pillow.

Gunter offered him a drink of water. 'How about another pain pill, it will help you sleep.'

'I really don't want to go back there!"

"Cam, you need to rest. Are you in pain?"

"No"

'Are you lying?' asked Dina.

'Well my back hurts, but I think its just the muscles, and my head feels better, it just hurts a little bit."

Hearing this, Kay says, "how about a nice hot bath to soak in? I'll go get it ready." Cameron had a very disinterested look on his face. He pulled the blanket up over his head to show his unwillingness to accept the idea.

'REALLY Cameron, It always helps me relax after tedious day." 'its the best way I can think of to help you feel better." She left the room and returned in a few minutes with the announcement —"There. It's ready." "Can you manage to get undressed? " Dina instinctively moved to help him with his tee shirt and gently pulled it over his head. Gunter walked him to the bathroom, and he managed the rest by himself. The loud exclaims of 'oooh, ooh, oooh' as he settled himself into the tub was clearly heard.

Mike decided that it was time for him to leave and return to his boys, so he did. Gunter and Jordon dozed off on the couch. Dina sat mesmerized by the New York night sky, as she looked out the window. After about 30 minutes, Kay gently knocked on the bathroom door, "Hey Cameron, are you about done?"

He responded 'yes'. She asked if he needed help. He grunted a bit but called out, "NO I can manage."

She said 'Ok just get your pants on and I will help you back to the bed.'

As he emerged, She put her arm around his waist and gently guided him back to bed. She instructed him to lie down on his stomach and helped him position his arms up by his head once he had lowered himself down with a bit or a grimace. With that, she sat down on the bed next to him and gently started to rub his back. His eyes flew open and he tensed up, started to raise himself up out of this awkward situation as he tried to talk her out of this. But Kay was determined to help Cameron get some quality sleep—peacefully. She could easily feel the tension in his neck and shoulders. She stated with that spot, to get him to accept the massage while avoiding his injuries. As she continued this, she could feel him give in to her actions and start to relax. She frequently rubbed his temples on each side of his head, whenever he readjusted and repositioned to get more comfortable. She gently massaged his lower back and finished with a nice foot rub. She did her best to work out the knots and help him relax. He deserved it after his stay in prison. At last, it seemed to work, and soon she could tell from his regular deep breathing, that he had drifted off to sleep. She pulled his fluffy down comforter over him, and sat with him for a long while to ensure that he stayed asleep.

At one point Dina had popped in to see if Cameron or Kay needed help. When she saw that he was completely relaxed with his eyes closed, she quietly nodded at Kay and backed out of the room.

After Cameron had drifted off, and Kay was pretty certain that he was in a deep sleep, she curled up on the couch to await the next day, when she would hopefully hear more about MW and Johnathon and decide how to find them.