I don't own.

My lungs were burning, but I willed my legs to go faster. I saw the suspect slide around a corner, and I sprinted in that direction. I turned the corner-

-just in time to see Spencer get cold-cocked. Of course. The man started to bolt for the next corner, but his arms went up and his gun dropped as O'Hara came around it steadily pointing her gun at him. She cuffed him, so I ran and kneeled next to Spencer, my heart still pounding. I put a hand on his shoulder and shook him gently.

"Are you okay?"

I moved my hand to touch his cheek lightly, and he started to stir.

"Don't move too much, you got hit hard."

His eyes fluttered open, and I felt my pulse start to return to normal. He coughed lightly, and grimaced, one of his hands going to touch his side. He looked up at me, still looking a little disoriented. His free hand grabbed my wrist, and his expression changed. I didn't have time to read it before O'Hara yanked me out of my trance, asking if Spencer was okay. I nodded jerkily, but told her to radio an ambulance to look at him when she got the suspect to the car.

I turned back to Spencer, and our eyes locked. He studied me for a second, then said sincerely,

"Thanks Lassie."