The group watched in horror as Mike fell face first into the sand. Briggs first reaction was to pull his gun and run towards the where the bullet came from. Charlie kneeled down next to Mike and flipped him over. Even with the little bit of light from the bonfire, Charlie could see the amount of blood flowing from Mike's chest. Johnny was frantically talking into the phone. Paige stood in shock, still trying to process what had just happened. Jakes was helping Charlie apply pressure to the wound. Briggs came running back.
"I got a plate number, and a vague description." Briggs knelt next to Mike. "You with us Mikey?" Mike nodded slowly. His body was shaking and his breathing was labored. "Good you stay with us, ok?" When the sirens could be heard, Johnny ran over to meet them and bring them to Mike.
The group watched as Mikey was loaded into the ambulance. Briggs called in the plate and gave the description, hoping that they could figure out who did this. Half an hour later, the group found themselves waiting in the hospital waiting room.
"This is all to familiar." Paige looked at her hands.
"Mikey will be ok."
"What if he's not. I mean, he still isn't completely healed from being stabbed." Paige wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Mikey will be ok." Johnny kept repeating it to himself. Briggs phone rang and he stepped away from the group to answer it. A couple minutes later Briggs returned. He was about to speak when a doctor approached them.
"Family of Michael Warren?" Everyone looked at the doctor with hope in their eyes. "I'm sorry, we did everything we could for him. But the bullet hit his heart and the damage was too extensive. I'm sorry for your loss." The doctor turned and disappeared behind the doors.
Everyone stood in shock before breaking down in tears. Slowly the group made it home. They all sat in silence, in the living room. Everyone was grieving in their own way. Paige stood abruptly and ran upstairs. She ran past her room and into Mike's. She stood in the doorway for a minute remembering what had just happened that morning.
Paige walked by Mike's door, it was slightly ajar. She entered and closed it behind her. Mike sat up in bed. Paige grinned and sat on the bed next to Mike. He stretched and the blanket fell off his abdomen. Paige carefully traced her fingers over Mike's, almost healed, stab wound.
"Does it still hurt?"
"Every once in awhile." Paige laid her head on Mike's shoulder.
"Let's go play some football." Mike smiled knowing that Paige was going to wear a bikini top. Mike grabbed Paige's face and gave her a kiss.
"I'll race you to the beach." Mike then jumped out of bed and ran out the door, snagged a t-shirt on the way. Paige laughed, because Mike was wearing pj bottoms.
Paige smiled a sad smile. She closed the bedroom door and climbed into Mike's bed. She breathed in his scent and cried herself to sleep.
Three days later, the Graceland family, found themselves surrounding a casket. They took turns laying roses down and watched as it was lowered into the ground.
"I want the guy who did this." Charlie rested her hand on Paige's shoulder.
"I want him too, Paige." Briggs walked over.
"Good news, the F.B.I. found the son-of-a-bitch who did this." Briggs pointed to Mike's casket.