Friday Night, 9pm, Mercy General Hospital

The waiting room's walls were covered in a green floral print. Dark colored thin cushions adorned the couches in the room. Several old magazines laid on the end tables scattered across the room. Old stains remained in the carpet, as reminders of appalling news, or even death. The room's somber atmosphere fell on Rena like a wet thick blanket, one that she couldn't remove or get away from.

The doors to the waiting area flew open as Captain Danny Ross and Detective Alexandra Eames burst through. Eames darted straight to Rena. The detective part of Eames's brain automatically began to take notes. She notices that Rena had a green cocktail dress on, now covered in blood and damp from the rain. Rena's hair was do up in a bun, yet several strands had escapes and were tucked behind her ears. Rena's makeup was smeared from crying.

"Alex" one word expressing so much, without having to saying it all.

Eames didn't hesitate to go straight to Rena, putting an arm around her shoulder. Tears flowed from Rena's eyes as she started to shake. "SShhh. Take it easy."

Words began to rush out of Rena, "We were just suppose to have a nice dinner out. Just the two of us. Just an evening out."

Gently Eames prompted Rena to continued, "What happened?"

Tears flowed, "Bobby dropped me off. He didn't want me to walk with the rain and cooler weather. After he let me out at the restaurant, he went to park the car." She paused briefly to catch her breath, "I saw him across the street walking down towards the restaurant. He stopped for traffic. . . . and. . . . ."

Ross sat down next to Rena and awkwardly patted her arm, "Take it easy, just tell us what you saw."

Tears flowed down Rena's face. Her hands shook; she started to cover her face until she noticed some of Bobby's blood still on her hands. Crying harder, she tried to control her shaking. Eames reached over pulled Rena's hands down and held them. That contact seemed to steady Rena enough for her to continue, "A freight truck drove past, so I didn't see Bobby. When the truck was gone, Bobby just stood there. I kept expecting him to start across the street." Rena closed her eyes briefly, "I saw him standing there, holding his side."

Eames tilted her head slightly, "Is that when you saw he was shot?" she said encouragingly.

Rena nodded, "I saw what seemed like a large stain spreading across his shirt. That's when I ran across the street to him," she took the tissue that Ross handed her and wiped her eyes, "He fell to the ground before I could reach him. When I reached him I knew someone shot him."

Ross's face turned grim. Eames's lips pressed together to form a thin line, her eyebrows pulled together. Eames stole a quick glance at Ross, then turned to Rena, "Come on Rena, let's you get cleaned up and out of this dress."

Eames escorted Rena down the hall. After Eames asked the nurse a couple of questions, she took Rena to the employee showers. Eames left Rena with a set of spare nurse's scrubs, and promised to meet her back in the waiting room.

Rena turned the shower on, and looked in the mirror. Grief and fear came crashing over her all at once, weeping she fell down to her knees. She only whispered "Bobby," as both a prayer and foundation of hope.

Eames returned to the waiting room, rejoining Ross. Ross waved her over to him, "The hospital just gave me Goren's personal belongings that he had on him." He showed her the box that had just been handed to him.

Eames looked in the box. Ross pulled out Goren's service weapon, and removed the clip, "I'll take this back to the office." Picking up a black box, Ross looked up at Eames, holding the box up. "Is this what I think it is, Eames?"

Eames took the box, "Damn, Bobby." Shaking her head, and trying hard not to shed any tears, "I knew he was thinking about. Damn, what timing."

Ross sighed heavily. "Eames, hold on to that. Don't tell Ms Reynolds about it yet. Let's give Mr. Goren the chance to ask her on his own time."

Eames shot Ross a sharp look, "And if . . ."

Ross's gazed hardened, "He'll pull through. He's a tough bastard. He'll make it."

Rena entered the room then wearing blue scrubs and her hair still dripping wet. She didn't notice Eames put the box in her jacket pocket. Eames went straight to Rena giving her a quick hug. Rena's face still was red from crying, but she seemed a bit more under control.

Ross reached out and grabbed Rena's hand, "Ms Reynolds, know that the entire Major Case Squad is here for you."

Just then, Detective Mike Logan strolled into the waiting room. He hadn't bothered putting his tie back on, and his brown hair was disheveled. Concern filled his eyes, and his gaze went straight to Eames and Ross. Ross acknowledged Logan's presence, and introduced him to Rena, "Ms Reynolds, this is Detective Mike Logan, another detective in the Major Case Squad. I've assigned him to work with Detective Eames to find Goren's shooter."

Rena turned and tried to smile and Logan, but tears streaked down her face. "Bobby has mentioned you a couple of times."

Logan snickered, "I bet he has."

Just then, a doctor walked in and interrupted them. "Ms Reynolds?"

Rena stepped forward, with Ross, Eames and Logan standing behind her, silently supporting and bracing her. "Yes. I'm Ms Reynolds."

Extending his hand, "I'm Doctor Thomas Markham. We've just moved Mr. Goren into recovery. He suffered quite a bit of internal bleeding, and we will be keeping him sedated for the next few days, to allow his body time to heal. The bullet fragmented upon impact, which is why his was in surgery for so long."

Rena gripped Eames's hand, "But he'll be alright?"

Dr Markham's eyes dropped slightly, "I don't want to give you any false promises. If we got all the shrapnel, and he can remain stable over the next few days, then he should pull thru."

Ross stepped forward and introduced himself, "We'll need the fragments you recovered for our investigation." The doctor nodded his head in acknowledgement.

Rena turned back to the doctor, "When can I see him?"

Dr Markham checked his watch, "Mr. Goren should be moved from recovery in a couple of hours. You will be allowed to see him then." Rena shook her head in understanding. The doctor then shook hands with Ross and Logan and left the room.

Eames supported Rena, guiding her to the room's couch. "He's going to be ok, Rena. He's going to make."

Rena closed her eyes and tilted her head back, "I know, Alex. It's just. . ."

Eames held her hand, "I understand. Where's Jason?"

"He's spending time with his grandparent's in Arkansas and Tennessee. Bobby and I were going to go down to my mother's in Tennessee in a couple of weeks. You know, introduce Bobby to the family."

Ross grinned slightly, "So that's why he submitted that vacation request earlier today."

Rena smiled, "Do you know how long he's been putting off doing that? He's nervous about meeting my mother."

Logan smirked, "I can't imagine Goren being nervous about anything."

Eames tried to hide a smile, and turned to Rena, "I'll check in with you to see how he's doing later, ok?"

"Alright." Pausing, she raised her eyes up to Eames, "Alex, find who did this."

Eames's jaw tightened, "We'll find out who did this. I promise you that."