This is it…either Dickinson's bringing us home or we're staying in this God-forsaken place…

"Here's the deal, you've got a choice. You can come back to D.C. or you can stay with the new assignment."

"What's the catch?"

"I only get you; Lattimer has to stay there."

"Well, you said among many strange things that the rock was bleeding."

"It was!"

"Well, the taxpayers will probably want to know if you were high, paranoid or just part of an Aztec art theft ring. In the mean time you're suspended with pay for two weeks…"

…"Bering?"

"Myka's being thanked personally by the President and the First Lady."

"Of course she is."

"She's going places. You, on the other hand, are going to the bathroom."

"And if I stay what happens to Pete?"

Cody continues his Italian chant, pulling on the handcuffs, the metal of the table giving way. "Myka!" Pete shouts her name as he throws them to the floor.

"He still stays."

"You're going to put me on a psych eval, aren't you?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you need to be able to depend on you're partner."

"All right, well, then you're just going to have to depend on me to know that you're okay."

"How long do I have to think about it?"

"Pete! Oh.. Pete! Lattimer! Pete! Wake up buddy. Can you hear me? Come on, here we go, okay….You okay?"

"Yeah."

…"Pete you're bleeding."

"I'm fine."

"Pete!"

"I'm fine."

"Okay, look. We need to get you to a hospital first."

"No, no, no."

"Pete!"

"No, look, I'm trained to take a bullet if necessary."

"About five more seconds."

"Okay, I'll go in, grab Cody, you flank."

"No, you flank." She grabs his arm. "Trust me."

Myka looks at him for a moment. "Okay."

"Four, three, two,…"

Emily tightly wrapped in Cody's arms…the distinct feeling that she was missing something in her memory...

She shuts the phone. She'll stay.


It's not much of original work but I thought the flashbacks would fit in well. And I unfortunately had to leave out that great part in the accident scene about the wedgie...I loved that line. Hope you enjoyed it.