Supernatural: Bad Day at Black Rock

A/N: Hey guys, I'm back with a new story based on one of my favorite third season episode, and I'll be throwing in a twist on which Winchester gets the rabbit foot in the next chapter. If you want to guess which of the Winchester's will get the rabbit foot, share in a review please.

Read, review, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.


CHAPTER ONE: "A RABBIT FOOT?"

"Keep thy foot when thou goest to the house of God, and be more ready to hear, than to give the sacrifice of fools: for they consider not that they do evil."

Ecclesiastes 5:1

Saginaw, Michigan

St. Mary's of Michigan Medical Center…

Dr. Maxwell was at the main desk, talking with a nurse when agents Derek Morgan and Emily Prentiss entered the center, and he turned to face them. "Can I help you?"

Morgan held up his ID and badge. "I'm special agent Derek Morgan and this is Emily Prentiss, you Dr. Maxwell?"

Dr. Maxwell nodded. "Yes, you must the federal agents that are tracking down those wanted men."

"We are, sir," Emily confirmed. "You called the cops after someone pretending to be a newspaper reporter upset one of your patients? An Alice Miller?"

"Yes, I did," Dr. Maxwell responded seriously. "This black man came in, claiming to be a reporter for one of the local papers, and wanting to interview Mrs. Miller about what happen to her husband, brother-in-law, and her step-son close to two years ago. I should've made sure that he was who he claimed to be, but I assumed that he was a reporter. However, after he got Mrs. Miller all upset with his questions, I told him to leave, and after I got the poor woman settled, I called the Saginaw Press and they told me that they didn't have a reporter on their staff called Andrew Marshall. When I realized that I had let a complete stranger near one of my patients, I recalled the press conference a few weeks back about Gordon Walker and the men that'd freed him, and I immediately called the police, who called you people."

"It's a good thing that you did, Dr. Maxwell," Morgan agreed, "and any additional information you can give us, including what questions Walker may have asked Mrs. Miller will certainly help us in locating him."

"I already have security pulling the footage to make a copy of for you," said Dr. Maxwell, "and also a transcription is being written up since we have both listening devices and cameras in the room as part of our suicide watch program. Will either of you need to talk with Mrs. Miller?"

Emily shook her head. "Not on the chance of upsetting her again."

While they wanted for the footage and the transcription, Morgan called Hotch. "Hotch, its' Morgan, and Gordon was definitely here; it looks like he must've been asking about Max's death."

`"He must've discovered that Max fit the pattern of children who had nursery fires, and he must have also found out that the Winchesters had been there,"` Hotch guessed, sighing. `"Morgan, if he found out about Max, then it's likely that he'll also figure out about the other pattern involving those who didn't have nursery fires and were born in 1982."`

"It's possible," Morgan agreed, fearing for the safety of the Idris twins and their family. "Hotch, what're we goin' do if he heads to Provo, Utah?"

Hotch sighed again. `"I don't know, Derek, but we'll have to worry about that bridge when we come to it. For now, get the information and head back here so that Garcia can start working on it, and maybe we can figure out where he might be heading next."`

"Okay," Morgan responded, "see you in a bit." And he clicked his phone shut. 'We better find Gordon and his thugs before they can kill anyone else, or even track down the Winchesters.'


"Alice Miller couldn't give me much about her step-son, but it's obvious that she considered the Winchesters to be good people despite the fact that Max killed his own dad and uncle with what appears to be telekinesis," Gordon told Hawkeye and Kirk, who were looking for more special children while Kubrick and Creedy were out searching for the Winchesters, having learned that they had been in Nebraska with Eli and Tamara about six weeks after the Devil's Gate had been open.

"Well, I've got a hit on a few possible special children that fit the second pattern," Kirk reported, turning the laptop to show them the pictures of Hannah and Ricky Idris, and a second young man with light brown hair, hazel eyes, and was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt with a black tie. "Meet the Idris twins, Hannah and Ricky, and Parker Turner, who will be returning from a mission in Japan in a couple of weeks, and they all live in Provo, Utah."

"What do you mean by a mission, Kirk?" Hawkeye asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Parker Turner and the Idris twins are all members of the LDS church," Kirk explained, pulling up more information. "And two years ago he left for a mission in Japan."

"Tell me about the twins," Gordon requested.

Kirk nodded and pulled up information on them next. "Ok, so the Idris twins were born on October 15, 1982 to Elvis and Dorothea Idris. Their dad and their grandfather, Lloyd Idris, oversee the Provo branch of the Idris Trucking Company, and their mom runs an on-line interior design business. So the twins were born five weeks early like all of the other special children. Hannah's living with her parents still, attends school at Utah Valley State College, or UVSC, a school up in Orem, Utah, and Ricky attends school at BYU, is married to a woman named Melinda, and they have one son named Samuel Dean Idris."

"So, the Winchesters have been there?" Gordon asked, mildly alarmed at the thought of the special children breeding.

"Yeah, there was a dark spirit haunting a movie theater that the twins just happen to work at," Kirk answered, doing a quick search, "and it turns out that their grandfather served over in Vietnam as a chaplain around the same time as John Winchester. Basically, they became good friends and stayed in touch until after Mary's death in '83, and then contacted him two years ago just before Sam's girlfriend, Jessica died in a fire similar to their mom."

Gordon absorbed all of this information, thinking about what their next move should be. "Well, it looks like we'll be headin' to Provo, Utah next."

Just then, Hawkeye's computer beeped and he turned to it. "Uh, Gordon, I don't think that's a good idea right now."

"Why?" Gordon asked.

"Well, it looks like the FBI are headin' to Provo right now," Hawkeye reported. "Apparently the Idris twins went missin' a few days before the Devil's Gate was open, and their parents filed a missing person report that the feds just found."

Gordon scowled, annoyed at the timing. "Fine, Kirk, when is Parker Turner returning stateside?"

Kirk checked. "According to the flight plans, he'll be landing in an airport in LA on July 9th, and will take a connecting flight to the Salt Lake City Airport two hours after that. Why?"

"Contact one of our people that are near that area," Gordon ordered, getting an idea, "and have that guy take out Parker before he makes it to his connecting flight."

"Uh, no offense, Gordon," Kirk said uncertainly, "but I don't think that's possible with all of the security that the TSA has placed in all of the airports after the 9/11 attacks."

"Listen to me, Kirk," Gordon said seriously, placing his hands on the table. "I want Parker Turner dead before he reaches Utah and ends up falling under the protection of the feds."

Kirk sighed. "I'll see what I can do, but I'm not makin' any promises."

"Good."


Provo, Utah

Idris residence…

It was a bright sunny day, and Hannah was out in the front yard with her younger siblings and they were picking raspberries for their mom, who was sitting in a lawn chair, sketching on a pad for a business project that'd came up in Payson. Melinda was also outside, sitting on a blanket and was playing with her baby son Samuel.

"More picking and less eating, Hinto," Hannah advised and attempted to tickle her little brother's tummy, making him laugh and jump away when she saw her 11-year-old brother eating some of the raspberries instead of putting them into his bucket, which only had about an inch of the red berries lining the bottom.

"No tickling!" Hinto squealed as he ducked behind Avalon and Doli, who were laughing. "Save me! Save me!"

Hannah was also laughing when a white light exploded behind her eyes as she was overcome by a vision for a moment, and Gero, who had 7-year-old Chika on his shoulders to reach the higher branches, walked over.

"Did you have a vision, sis?"

Hannah nodded and turned her head slightly, hearing something seconds before the faint sound of a car engine reached them, and frowned when a black SUV came into view. "Mom, the feds are coming, and they're not members of the BAU team."

Dorothea looked up from her sketchpad and then stood up as the car drove up and halted at the base of the circular driveway. "Gero, go get your dad and grandfather from the office. Avalon and Doli, help Melinda get the kids and baby inside, and tell both Ricky and Johnny to come outside, too."

"Okay, mom," Gero said, setting Chika on the ground and she quickly followed her siblings and Melinda and Samuel into the house.

Dorothea stood, placed her sketchpad on the chair and faced the driveway as Hannah joined her. "Showtime."

"Yup," Hannah agreed, having set her bucket down next to the chair. "Here we go." 'I'm glad that my vision kicked in when it did, or else they would've gotten the drop on us.'

Two men stepped from the SUV and walked toward them: one was tall, black, nearly bald, and had a neatly trimmed goatee that made Hannah think of both Roger Delgado and Anthony Ainley, two actors who had played the Master in the classic era of Doctor Who, and the other was tall, white, had brown hair, and dark eyes.

"Can I help you?" Dorothea asked politely while hoping that she would be able to stall the two FBI agents until her husband could get out there with Lloyd, Ricky, and Johnny. 'Stay calm and polite.'

"Is this the Idris residence?" the black man asked, ignoring the question.

'I can see why Dean doesn't like this guy.' Dorothea raised her eyebrows. "Yes it is. Can I help you, sir?" she asked again.

The black man pulled out a black wallet-like item and flipped it open, showing them his badge and ID card. "Special Agent Henriksen, FBI, and that's my partner, Special Agent Reidy."

"Agents," said Dorothea politely. "What brings you to Happy Valley?" and silently smiled when the two agents exchanged bewildered expression and Hannah fought back the urge to laugh.

"Are you Dorothea Idris?" Henriksen asked, deciding to ignore the strange question.

"I am," Dorothea confirmed, "and this is my daughter Hannah."

"Hello," said Hannah pleasantly, silently enjoying their badly hidden confusion. 'Mom and I are having way too much fun with these two.'

Henriksen looked at Hannah. "The same Hannah Idris who went missing for several days, along with a Ricky Idris?"

"Yes, that did happen," Hannah responded, being careful with her answers. "And Ricky is my twin brother."

Henriksen opened his mouth to speak again when the front door to the house opened.

"Excuse me, what's going on here, and who are you?" Elvis asked as he, Lloyd, Ricky, and Johnny went down the front steps and crossed the lawn to join Dorothea and Hannah.

"Are you Elvis Idris?" Henriksen asked, turning his attention to the newcomers.

"I am," Elvis responded, "and you are?"

"Honey," said Dorothea, "these are Special Agents Henriksen and Reidy of the FBI, and they're here to ask some questions about what happen to Hannah and Ricky over six weeks ago."

"Ah," Elvis said. "Well, as you can see Hannah and Ricky are perfectly fine and safe."

"Mr. Idris-" Henriksen began.

"Yes?" Elvis, Ricky, and Lloyd all asked at the same time, and an annoyed expression etched itself across Henriksen's face.

"Sorry," Lloyd apologized, stepping forward, "but you'll need to be more specific when asking for a Mr. Idris around here. I'm Lloyd Idris, so what can I do for you?"

Henriksen took a deep breath, doing his best to keep his temper under control. "Lloyd Idris, I'm looking for these people." And he pulled out of his jacket three black/white pictures of the Winchesters. "I know that you served with John Winchester back in Vietnam and remained in contact with him even after you both ended your tour of duty."

Lloyd nodded. "Yes, I did stay in contact with John after we both return from overseas, and I was the best man at his wedding. Why are you after his children? They haven't done anything wrong."

"Sir, that's my business," Henriksen countered. "Chaplain Idris, I don't know how well you might've known John Winchester and his children, but they are dangerous people and I have orders to bring them in."

Lloyd kept his face expressionless as he fixed the two agents with a controlled look. "Agent Henriksen, I don't know what you might've been told about John Winchester, but he was a good man, and he served his country, which makes him a hero. Now, I must ask you to leave, and any further questions you might have, you will need to go through our lawyer first."

"Chaplain Idris, are you hidin' something from me?" Henriksen asked, eying the group, and looked at Johnny, who was standing close to Hannah and was holding her hand. "And who are you?"

Johnny glanced at Lloyd, who nodded, and then looked back at the two feds. "I'm Johnny Gideon, a friend of the family and Hannah's fiancée."

"Agent Henriksen," Elvis said, now taking a step forward. "Like my father said, any other questions that you might have, must go through our lawyer, and his number is on this card." He then handed a white card to the agents. "Now please leave, sirs, you're no longer welcome on my property."

Henriksen looked like he wanted to protest while Reidy took the card, but he merely nodded instead, and they both headed back to their car.

Once the SUV was gone, Elvis turned to those gathered. "Okay, now that Henriksen is here, we'll need to be careful of what we say and do, plus we also need to let the Winchesters know what's going on. So Hannah, I need you or Ricky to use the secure phone number, or even the secure email that Garcia set up, to contact them since I'm certain that the feds will most likely have our phones and emails tapped."

"Do you think Franklin will be able to represent all of us, including our friends and various co-workers?" Dorothea asked, worried.

"Franklin assured me that he can," said Lloyd, "and that he plans on running circles around Henriksen until he finally gives up and leaves under his own power." He then sighed. "I'd forgotten about the missing person reports that got filed."

Both Ricky and Hannah moved forward and hugged their grandfather. "It isn't your fault, grandpa Lloyd. You did the right thing, and we're proud of you."

"Thanks, guys."


"Dammit."

Ellen, who had taken over Bobby's desk in order to organize his paperwork and had prompted the older man to head into town for some supplies, looked up and glanced at Sam, who was sitting on the couch with his laptop. "Sam, is something wrong?" she asked.

Sam sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "I just got an email from Ricky, and it turns out that Agent Henriksen has arrived in Provo and was just at the Idris' house asking questions about me, Dean, and Liz."

Ellen sighed, recalling that Hotch had had Penelope give them all a heads up about what Henriksen was doing, and where he was most likely to be next. "Well, we knew that he was heading there."

"I know," Sam agreed, "and since it was likely that Henriksen would be having someone keeping tabs on all of their phones and emails, Garcia set up that secure phone number and this email so that Ricky and Hannah could keep us updated about everything." He then read a bit more of the email and laughed. "Oh that's rich."

"What is?" Ellen asked, interested.

"Ricky commented that since there's a strong FBI presence in Utah, it's unlikely that Gordon will try to go after him and Hannah any time soon," Sam reported, grinning. "I guess that cloud does have a silver lining."

Ellen chuckled. "Yeah, I can say it does, honey."

Just then, the front door banged open and Dean came in, carrying their dad's old cell-phone, which he kept charged up in case any of their dad's old contacts ever called, which was how they were able to help Deacon at his prison, and both Jo and Liz came out of the kitchen to see what was going on.

"Hey, Dean-" Sam began when he sensed his brother's conflicting emotions. "What is it? And why do you have dad's cell-phone?"

"I was doing some work on the Impala when someone called dad's cell, asking for an Edgar Cayce," Dean reported when Bobby entered, "and apparently someone broke into a container that dad was keeping at this storage place that's just outside of Buffalo, New York."

"You mean in Black Rock?" Bobby asked, setting down the two paper bags he was carrying.

"You know about this place, Bobby?" Liz asked.

Bobby nodded. "Yeah, I do, and you guys better get over there and figure out what was taken since your pa kept some seriously nasty stuff in there."

Ellen snorted. "No offense to you kids, but your dad kept secrets better than the blasted Secret Service."

"No kidding," Sam agreed, and then quickly told them about Henriksen's arrival in Provo, Utah.

"Well, I hope Lloyd's lawyer drives that jerk up the wall," Dean declared. "Right now, we better get to Black Rock and check out that storage container."

"I'll come with you guys," Jo offered and glanced at her mom, who nodded, and then went upstairs with Liz to pack up their stuff, and both Sam and Dean went to do the same.

Ellen stood and stretched before going over to Bobby, who was looking worried. "You okay, Bobby?"

Bobby started and then nodded. "Yeah, but I'm worried of what could've been taken from that container, John had me build him a lot of curse boxes to contain some major bad mojo."

"I'm sure that the kids will be able to deal with whoever was stupid enough to steal from John," Ellen said reassuringly, not voicing her own concerns and fears of what the Winchesters and her daughter might have to deal with.


"Still no word on the Winchesters," Creedy remarked as he and Kubrick cleaned and checked their weapons in the latter's RV, which had pictures of Jesus on the walls, "and Gordon didn't get much from that Alice Miller either."

"We'll find them, Creedy, all we need is one break," Kubrick said confidently, setting aside his rifle, got up from the table, and went over to a cupboard to get something. Meanwhile, Creedy opened a nearby small cupboard and pulled out a small ceramic Jesus, turning it from side-to-side and was unnerved to find that the blue eyes were following him.

Kubrick noticed this, walked over and took the item from Creedy's hands. "Don't play with my Jesus," he scolded and put it back, just as his cell-phone rang and he clicked it on. "Hello? Hey, Gordon, we were just talking about you-" he stopped and listened. "Really? Well I know a few guys who are in the LA region, and they might be able to get inside the airport to do the job." He listened again. "No, they're on our side and I trust them completely. I'll let them know as soon as I can."


Black Rock, Buffalo, New York

Greenstone Storage…

After getting a key from the office, thanks to Sam nudging the owner's mind, the Winchesters and Jo were soon riding the elevator down to the level that held the storage unit.

"Man," Dean commented, chuckling.

"What?" Sam asked, noting his bemused emotions.

Dean shrugged. "Just Dad. You know him and his secrets. Spend all this time with the guy and it's like we barely even know the man."

"Well, we're about to learn something," Liz remarked when the elevator came to a stop and both Dean and Sam pulled the grill up.

They then exited the elevator and found the storage container. Using the key, Dean unlocked the padlock and opened the sliding door. Turning on the flashlights they stepped inside, and saw on the dusty floor of the container a familiar symbol drawn in red, along with several bloody footprints.

"No Demons allowed," Jo commented, eying the devil's trap.

Dean knelt down and examined the footprints. "Blood. Check this out." He then held up a tripwire, which was attached to a shotgun hidden in a large animal skull.

"Whoever broke in here got tagged," Sam stated, quickly reaching out and froze the trigger so that they didn't get hurt.

"Well, they deserve to be shot for breakin' in here in the first place," Liz declared, also kneeling down to examine the area.

Dean agreed. "Dear old Dad. I got two sets of boot treads here, looks like it was a two-man job. And our friend with the buckshot in him looks like he kept walking."

Jo went over to the shotgun, turned and looked between it and where the blood was on the ground. "Hm, the guy who got shot would've been hit in the shoulder. Heh, I shouldn't expect anything less from the great John Winchester."

"Dad did tend to be paranoid," Liz remarked, standing up, "but this was extreme even for him. So why didn't he tell us about this place?"

Dean shrugged. "No idea, Liz, no idea."

"So what's the deal?" Sam wondered as they all step over the tripwire. "Dad would do work here or something?"

"Living the high life, as usual," Dean joked, wincing when Liz elbowed him, and they ventured further inside. He aimed his flashlight on the skull and shook his head.


Entering the next room, Sam went over to a nearby desk that had stuff on it, while Dean picked up a trophy from a shelf, and scraped the dust off.

"1995."

Sam turned and laughed when he saw the trophy. "No way!" he took it from Dean and brushed off the rest of the dust. "That's my Division Championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept this."

"You played soccer?" Jo asked, impressed and Sam nodded, smiling at the memories that the trophy brought up.

"Yeah…About the closest you ever came to being a boy," Dean teased as he walked past, avoiding Liz's attempt to kick him, and he noticed something on the desk. "Oh, wow!" he turned off his flashlight and picked up an altered shotgun. "It's my first sawed-off. I made it myself. 6th Grade." He laughed and pumped the shotgun.

Liz picked up a box and set it on the desk to look through it, laughing at what she found. "Oh my – dad kept all of my artwork, and the various awards that I won, too."

Jo joined her and picked up one of the framed pictures. "Wow, these are pretty good."

"Thanks."

Looking down at the footprints, Sam followed them further into the container and opened a door to a back room, discovering that the chain on the door had been cut. Exchanging concern looks, they all entered and passed their flashlights over the scene.

"Holy crap," Dean exclaimed upon seeing all of the dusty weapons. "Look at this, he had land mines…which they didn't take. Or the guns. I guess they knew what they were after, huh?"

"So, the question is, what did they steal?" Jo wondered, looking around.

Sam spotted about a half-dozen boxes, which were inscribed with symbols, and were sitting on a far shelf. "Hey Dean, Liz, Jo, check this out. See these symbols? That's binding magic. These are curse boxes."

"Curse boxes?" Dean echoed. "They're supposed to keep the evil mojo in right, kinda like the Pandora deal?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, yeah, they're built to contain the power of the cursed object."

"Well Dad's journal did mention a whole bunch of stuff, you know? Dangerous hexed items, fetishes," said Liz thoughtfully. "He never did say where they ended up."

Sam agreed. "No, then this must be his toxic waste dump." As he examined the shelves, he noticed an area that was cleared of dust and had a few bloody prints, too. "One box is missing…Great." He then ran his fingers through the dust. "We need to call both Bobby and Garcia to figure out what was in the box and help find the thieves."

"Well maybe they didn't open it," Dean said thoughtfully, and partly hopefully.

"Let's find the scumbags, first," Jo suggested and they all agreed.

If the thieves did open the box, then they all were screwed big time since they didn't know what was in any of the boxes.


FBI headquarters, BAU division

Quantico, VA…

Penelope Garcia was busy in her office, monitoring the possible places that Gordon and his minions, as she called them, could be hiding since it was clear that the insane hunter preferred to hide in abandoned buildings out past city limits. 'I'm gonna find you, buster, no one hides from the great Penelope Garcia.'

When her phone rang, she pushed a button to turn on the speaker. "You've reached the office of all knowledge, speak!"

`"Hey, beautiful,"` said Dean, chuckling. `"We need your help on something."`

"Tell me what you need, handsome, and I'll work my magic," Penelope responded, switching over to a different program.

`"We're at a storage container that our dad kept stuff in,"` Dean told her. `"We just learned about this place and it's located in Black Rock, which is located just outside of Buffalo, New York, and the building is called Greenstone Storage. We know that at least two people broke in, triggering a trap that shot one of them in the shoulder, and they stole a curse box."`

Penelope frowned as she began typing, pulling up information on the business. "What's a curse box?"

`"It's a special box that's designed to contain the power of a cursed item,"` Dean described. `"Think Pandora's box."`

"Okay, that definitely makes sense," said Penelope as she continued typing. "Okay, the place you're in has a wireless security system, which I can hack into, and if we're really lucky, I'll be able to ID your thieves in less than a minute."

`"Thanks, Garcia,"` Dean said gratefully. `"You're the best."`

Penelope grinned. "I know, sweetie, talk to you soon." And she clicked her phone off. "All right, let's see who the winners for America's Dumbest Criminals are…"


In an apartment elsewhere in the town, the two bumbling thieves, a bald man named Wayne and a balding man named Grossman, were in their living area and they were arguing about what to do with the box they'd stolen.

"Come on man, let's open it," Grossman pleaded, fingering the knife in his hand, and had an eager expression on his face.

"Shut up about the damn box!" Wayne snapped, clutching a white cloth to his left shoulder. He was sitting on the couch, his left shoulder was bleeding from the gunshot wound, and the missing curse box was on a coffee table. "Do you see what's happening here? I am literally bleeding to death!"

"Uh, I'm gonna open it," Grossman decided, sitting on a chair in front of the coffee table.

"Grossman!" Wayne protested.

Grossman faced him. "Look what if this is really worth something? What, we should just hand it over to her?" he asked, referring to the person that'd hired them in the first place to steal the box. "Hey, we took all the risk. Hell, Wayne. You got shot. And all for a lousy few hundred bucks. Now we could make more selling whatever it is ourselves." He then broke open the lock on the box with his knife and he carefully lifted the lid, incase there was another booby-trap. His own curiosity getting the best of him and clutching his shoulder, Wayne got up from the couch to see what was inside.

"Huh?" Grossman wondered, staring in confusion at the contents of the box, which was a furry, white/gray object on a silver chain.

"Are you kidding me?" Wayne demanded, staring at the object in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?!" and he picked up the object in the box, and his hand tingled slightly. "It's a rabbit's foot – it's a rabbit's foot Grossman! I'm gonna die for a damn rabbit's foot."

Before Grossman could say anything they heard banging on the front door.

"Oh great, now what?" Wayne moaned as he slammed the rabbit's foot down on the table, and he sat down in the chair while Grossman answered the door.

"Oh, hey Foster," he said reluctantly when he opened the door to find a slightly overweight man with a white beard and hair, and he was scowling at them.

"Hey, listen guys not to be a drag or nothing…" Foster growled, "but it's six o'clock in the morning!"

Grossman cringed. "Right…"

"Can't you keep it down?!" Foster snarled.

"No we…" Grossman stammered, nodding to Wayne. "Just got a situation here is all, sorry."

Foster peered past the doorframe to look at Wayne. "What the hell happened to you?"

Wayne scowled. "Shotgun happened to me."

Foster entered and walked over to Wayne, eying the amount of blood that was staining the cloth, and then turned back to Grossman. "Hey Grossman? Under my sink there's a medical kit. And get some water boiling."

Surprised, Grossman nodded and left to get the medical kit. "Ok."

Foster then leaned forward and checked Wayne's wound. "I used to be an Army Medic you know, in 'nam? So I guess this is your lucky day." And he chuckled while Wayne nodded and glanced at the rabbit's foot. Did it really work?


A/N: Was it just dumb luck, or does the rabbit foot really work? You decide. R&R everyone!