Cameras clicked as the commissioner stood in front of the press. The issue of the day was a high profile NYPD controversy involving an outrage against the commissioner and the NYPD. The chatter from the reporters almost drown out the commissioner. Standing to his right were Baker, Gormley and Garrett. Garrett's attention was on the commissioner and what he was saying. Baker and Gormley were watching the crowd.

While watching the snap of a camera Baker saw something that caught her attention. She identified a man in a cap and blue jacket reach into his coat and pull out something shiny. Not giving herself a moment to think twice she in two short steps placed herself in front of the commissioner as two shots went off.

Frank heard the shot and before he could even react the body of right hand officer had slammed into his own forcing them both to the ground. Panic ensued as everyone pushed for the exit. Frank could hear Gormley barking out commands with his gun raised. He felt his white shirt become soaked. He looked down at Baker whose body was slump over his.

He rolled the unconscious woman off him and was immediately pulled away by Garrett who was trying to get him out of the room. He watched as Gormley kneeled by the fallen detective. His view was cut off when the door swung shut.

Sergeant Gormley kneeled by the fallen detective. Holstering his weapon he put his jacket on the wounds trying to keep pressure rapid bleeding. Baker's breaths were coming out gurgled pushing the blood that filling her lungs out. Gormley's suit was coated in blood as his efforts to try to keep pressure were failing.

The paramedics get there moments later and whisk her away. Gormley watched them go. Once she was out of sight his eyes return to the massive puddle of the detective's body, something shiny caught her eye. He picks it up. He squeezes the object in his hand and went to find his boss.

That moment Gormley's boss was pacing his office. Garrett's effort to calm him had no effect on the commissioner. His pacing was only interrupted when Gormley silently walked in the door. His eyes met Frank's. Frank gut dropped when he saw the massive blood volume on his sergeant.

"I heard the paramedics say that they couldn't find vitals." Gormley tells him.

That was a punch to the gut to Frank. He always thought as Abigail as a daughter to him. Not that he would ever tell Erin that. She was more than his right hand. She was his brain at work. She kept his schedule. Got him whatever he needed. Worked with his sudden schedule changes. When he needed it she would give him advice. He looks over at the two other men in the room.

He always considered Garrett more than just his press chief. He was his go to person. He was his drinking buddy. His secret keeper. The person he considered his best friend. Gormley was new to his department but still invaluable. He noticed Gormley had his fist clenched.

-BB-

When they walked into the hospital waiting room it was already full of cops. Word of the attempted assassination of the commissioner hit airways almost instantly. Frank made his way to the front of the crowd of officers. His sons were at the front of the crowd.

He could tell by the look in their eyes they were looking at him as their father before looking at him as their boss. He could see a glint it fear in youngest son's eyes and a glint of anger in his oldest son's eyes. At first no one spoke. A moment of silence went by before Jamie broke it.

"We're glad you're okay." Jamie says. "Commissioner."

Frank knew that pause in his sentence was a moment of hesitation where his son went from son to officer and was addressing him as his boss.

"Do we know anything yet?" He asks them.

"Not much." Danny says. "She coded in the ambulance and they hadn't gotten her back yet when they got to the ER."

Frank nods and then turns to Garrett.

"Has her husband been notified?" He asks him.

"Yes sir." Garrett tells him. "They're in the chapel."

Frank turns back to Danny.

"You find who did this." He instructs his son.

"I will." Danny states.

With another nod Danny and Jamie went back to their tours. On his way past his father Jamie whispers to him.

"We're glad you're okay, Dad." Jamie whispers that only his father can hear.

-BB-

The wait only seemed to go one for hours. Gormley and Garrett sat on either side of Frank. Garrett stared at the wall ahead of him. His grey eyes full of sadness and worry. Gormley stared at the small metal object in his blood stained hand. He had scrubbed as hard as he could but the blood wouldn't come off.

Frank glances over to Gormley's hand. He identified the small object he was staring at as a lapel pin for the 23 precinct. Frank knew that Baker worked out the 23 as a rookie. He knew that she wore the pin pinned to the inside of her uniform jacket. The small pin now had blood on it and the three and the outside of the circle was broken in half from the impact of the bullet. Gormley kept running his fingers across it.

The rest of Frank's detail was nearby along with the other cops who filled the waiting room. Silence filled the small room. No one was real sure what to say. Most people in the room didn't actually know Baker and those who did knew she was a hell of a cop.

Seated next to Garrett was Abigail's husband and five year old son. The young boy sat quietly playing with a small toy. On top of his head was a uniform hat with a badge on it. The numbers on the badge were 45608. The same numbers that were on Baker's gold shield. Abigail had dropped it when she jumped in front of the bullets. It seemed to bring the boy comfort to wear his mother's hat.

The boy's father was next to him. He had arm around his son. He was fiddling with his wedding ring while he waited. His name was Sean. He was a fellow cop who was working his beat when he heard the call go out over the radio. Many thoughts were bouncing around his mind. The main one being a prayer that Abigail would make it.

The hours of waiting finally ended when a doctor entered the room. Sean approached him.

"She survived surgery which is a good thing however there was massive damage. We were able to repair most of it however her body is still very weak. To take some of the work from her body we placed her on a ventilator to breathe for her. It is unknown right now how long she will need it. I'm afraid that's not all the news however. One of the bullets nicked her spine. We will not if this caused paralysis until she wakes up which may not happen from a while." The surgeon explained.

Upon hearing the news on his wife Sean's knees nearly buckled. He was grabbed by a pair of hands before he fell. He steadied himself on his feet before following the doctor to his wife's room leaving his son with Garrett.

-BB-

Frank had gotten the news from Garrett shortly after Sean did. The news broke his heart. Those bullets were meant for him. Not her. Not the officer at his right hand. She jumped in front of those bullets without hesitation. A knot starts to form in the pit of his stomach.

While Garrett held Abigail's son,who went by Kyle, on his lap Frank and Gormley went to her room. Both men quietly went in the room. Both men's heart broke at what they saw in the bed.

Abigail was so small in the bed. His skin was deathly pale. A long tube connected a blue mask on her face. Her chest rose and fell in a mechanical rhythm. Monitors softly beeped as they monitored Abigail's life functions. Sean saw the commissioner walk in the room and shakily rose to his feet not even trying to hide the tears on his face.

"As you were." Frank said horsley.

Sean sat back down by his wife and took her hand.

"She looks so small." Sean says.

Gormley wordlessly crossed the room to the bed where the ailing detective lay. He takes the lapel pin that meant so much to her and placed it in her other hand. He gently closed her fingers around it.

Frank walked up to the bed next. Tears pricked at his eyes as looked Abigail. He had just been informed Danny may have something. Frank gently pushes a strand of her golden hair behind her ear. He gently placed a kiss on her forehead. He looks up at the ceiling.

"Give her back."