"Hey, Shelley." Ed pushed his hands nervously into his pockets as he approached the door of the Wordsworth home. "I'm sorry to drop by so late. Is he home?"

"Kevin? He got home a little while ago." Opening the door as she invited him to come in. As he moved up the stairs, she hugged him and dropped her arms by her side."I'll go get him."

"Thanks, Shelley."

"It was good seeing you again, Ed." She called over her shoulder as she walked back up the stairs. "You should come around more often."

"You're right. I should."

"Make yourself at home." Giving his shoulder a pat, she gestured toward the blue couch in the living room. "This should only take a minute." As she disappeared upstairs, Ed paced back and forth across the grey carpet.

"You keep doing that and you're going to run holes in my carpet." Kevin joked as he looked over the railing at his former teammate.

"Wordy."

"Ed." Wordy walked to the bottom of the stairs, their hands connecting in a brotherly handshake. "Today was a particularly hard day for the team, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, you can say that again." Ed blew out a puff of air as they sat down on the couch. "I don't even know where to begin with that."

"How about you start with why you're here and not with your family."

Ed stared down at the carpet then rubbed his hands over his face as Wordy gestured for him to sit on the couch. "I made a mistake, Wordy. A mistake that cost people their lives."

"People? Ed, you're human." Kevin inquired, confusion written all over his face. "What happened today that makes you think you were responsible for people dying today?"

"It's not just people, Wordy. It's people that we loved." Ed shook his head, then lifted his chin towards the ceiling.

"So what happened today that makes you feel responsible for what happened?"

"It started with Clark." Ed relented the information rather slowly, now pressing his hands together. "They were supposed to go to prom—Dean and Clark were supposed to go to prom with their dates." He wiped at his mouth in frustration as he continued the conversation. "Boss got a call from Dean. He said that it was a study day. Although Clark had been with them, he split ways and went to get a permit for a party afterward."

Wordy sat up in alarm, not liking the way this conversation was going at all. "That's where one of the bombs went off, right?"

"The third bomb, yeah." Ed nodded, feeling his breath catching in the back of his throat. "He's okay—a broken leg, broken wrist, and some scratches. We were able to find him from the GPS on his phone."

Wordy blew out a sigh of relief and relaxed against the couch. "I couldn't be happier to hear that."

"Me too." Ed obliged him with a faltered smile, his throat dropping down to his stomach. "I had Spike call Donna and had him track Dean's phone. Once we had a general location, Donna and her team headed down to city hall." He was fighting the tears that were threatening to flow down his cheeks. "Before she could find him, we found a lead on our subject. Team Three was the closest to the Casey Jeffers building, so we sent them down there to check everything out. Unfortunately, we couldn't stop the bomb that was strapped to Anson Holt."

"Are you telling me that all of Team Three was killed in action?"

"I'm telling you that Donna and Jimmy were—" Ed couldn't spit the word out that they had been killed, instead he growled in frustration. "They were—" There was no need for him to finish, for the weight of the situation came flooding in.

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APRIL 2, 2011

"Morning," Hank called over his shoulder as I padded into the kitchen. His smile was bright like the sunshine pouring through the open blinds of the kitchen window as he finished making himself a cup of coffee.

"Morning." I snaked my arms around his waist and looked over his shoulder. "Are one of those cups for me?"

"Well, I would have brought it to you in bed, but you're already awake." He turned around and handed me the light green mug full of piping hot coffee.

"Thank you." I blew into the dark liquid before taking a small sip as I looked over the light blue dress shirt and tan khakis he was wearing. "You think you're ready to go back to work already?"

"It's been nearly two weeks since the accident." He sighed, nursing his own cup of coffee in his hand. "I promised Jack I would go in for at least part of the day."

"If you're ready, I can't stop you." Setting my coffee on the counter to let it cool down, I sighed as I pulled my hair into a messy ponytail. "Besides, there haven't been any complications, and you're walking pretty good."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." He teased, tipping his imaginary hat towards me. "You still think about what happened?"

"Not really." "Shrugging, I grabbed the creamer from the fridge and stirred the creamy liquid in. "Only in my nightmares."

"Nightmares?" His eyes widened as he lowered the rim of the cup from his lips. "You didn't tell me you were having nightmares."

I cleared my throat, not sure why I had brought up that I was having nightmares. The last thing he needed was to worry about me even more than he was. "Yeah well, those painkillers you're taking seem to knock you out at night."

"Well, good thing you're the one who knows how to shoot a gun."

"Oh no. Hank?" Running from the car, I felt like I couldn't get to him fast enough as I watched him bleed out on the concrete floor of the building. "Hank? Do you hear me? Oh no, Hank?" I felt my heart racing quickly as I pressed two fingers to his neck.

"Donna, don't worry." Ed tried to comfort me by putting a hand on my vest."E.M.S. is on their way."

"I can't find his pulse."

"Don't move him." By this time I was panicked, hardly listening to a word that he was saying. "Don't move him. Don't move him. EMS is on the way. It's okay."

"Donna." Hank was now standing by me, gazing at me with concern. "You did it again."

"Sorry. I just have a lot on my mind."

"I can see that." He came over to the other side of the counter, putting his coffee cup next to mine. "So what's on the agenda for today?"

I took a long sip of coffee so I could think about my answer—one that didn't include sitting around in my pajamas or cleaning the house. "I figured I would do a little shopping."

"Shopping."

"Is this so you can avoid being here when Ed or someone from the team comes around the house?"

"No." I laughed, draining the rest of my coffee. "Why? Did he call again?"

"No, actually I haven't heard from him." He shrugged, putting his coffee cup next to mine. "At least not lately."

"Good. I figured I could use a new shirt or two. There's not a lot of time to shop when you work for the SRU."

"Oh, so that's how it goes."

"Ha Ha. Very funny!" Putting my cup in the sink, I started to walk towards our bedroom to get ready. Hank had another idea as he gently grabbed my arm, pulling me closer for a kiss. I gladly obliged as he held me close for a few minutes, not questioning why he was doing it.