The sounds of sirens rang through the streets of San Francisco as the ambulance raced up and down the streets. Doc sat silently in the back of Hauser's car watching as the older man stayed as close to the bus as possible.
The image of Rebecca lying on that street alone flashed in his mind over and over again. He should have been there, he was her partner, he promised her over and over again he would always have her back. He had failed her, the events of the day played in his mind over and over again. He stood back and watched as she ran up those stairs chasing Tommy. Why didn't he follow her? Why didn't he drive her car around the building and try and find her? If he had only been on the other side of the building she wouldn't have borrowed someone else's car, she would have chased down Tommy in her own Mustang, with her trusty sidekick there to protect her. Instead of protecting her he had stood frozen on that street watching and waiting to see her bring Tommy down handcuffed.
It was his fault…it was his fault she had a hole in her stomach. It was his fault that she ended up on that street alone, bleeding to death. It was his fault that his hands were now covered in her blood. One heroic decision would have saved her but he was a coward and he would never forgive himself for not protecting her.
Lucy stared at Emerson as he followed the ambulance turning down roads too fast barely keeping the vehicle under control. He turned his head slightly their eyes meeting for a moment before she turned away from him. He could always read her, he knew what she was thinking without her even having to say anything. She didn't want him to get into her mind today. This was her fault. She had pushed Hauser to go after the young Madsen, to bring her on to their team. Tommy had told her stories about his wife and the woman that she was. Lucy knew that given Rebecca's family history combined by being raised by Ray she was a formidable opponent and would be instrumental in finding the '63s. Now as they raced to the hospital she wished she had been wrong, she wished she had never met Rebecca, because then she wouldn't have seen her lying on that street covered in her own blood.
Just a few short months ago Rebecca had saved her life. Sure it was Webb Porter's blood that had brought her back from the dream world she had created in her mind, but it was Rebecca who had kept her alive after Cobb's pullet pierced her heart. The quick thinking detective had kept her alive. Lucy remembered lying on the floor of the hotel room as Rebecca pressed her hands down on her chest keeping her from dying.
If Lucy had been around these last few months she could have prepared Rebecca for what Tommy was really like, how Korea had changed him, how Aggies's death had changed him, but mostly the damage that Alcatraz did to him. One conversation wasn't enough to prepare the detective for the confrontation with her grandfather. Lucy looked down at the blood on her own hands knowing it was her fault that it was there.
"What the hell is taking so long? Shouldn't we be at the hospital yet?" Hauser screamed in his own mind. He could hear the sirens in front of him, "Don't they know who's in there?"
Emerson focused on the task in front of him, get to the hospital and make sure that girl survived. Emerson turned his head his eyes meeting Lucy's. Fifty years he waited for her searched for her. His life was all about her. After losing her for so long and almost losing her to that bullet he could still read her mind, he knew was she was thinking as the sped down the street. He forced his eyes away from hers not wanting to see those pain filled dark brown eyes any longer. Emerson turned his eyes to the rearview mirror, he paid no attention to the cars behind him only at the man in his backseat. Soto stared down at his blood stained hands picking at the dried blood beneath his finger nails.
Both Soto and Lucy had acted on instinct rushing to help their fallen partner but Emerson just stood back watching Rebecca bleed, their hands may have been physically covered in her blood but it was his hands that were responsible for the blood being there. It was his hands that were covered in her blood.
"Soto! Call Ray!" Emerson's gruff voice pulled Diego out of the fog that had consumed him. "Soto!" Emerson repeated again before Diego fully responded taking out his phone and dialing the old cop's number.
Ray Archer stood behind the bar slowly wiping down the counter over and over again. Ever since Monday night football ended Monday nights at the bar were painfully slow. Two retired cops sat at one end of the bar telling stories from the prime of their respective careers. On the other end was one of Ray's regulars who spent his evening slowly drinking single malt liquor till closing.
If business didn't pick up soon Ray was going to have to use some gimmick like Ladies Night to get the crowd in here. Ray turned to grab something behind him when the picture on the TV caught his attention. Ray grabbed the remote turning the volume up news of an Officer being attacked stopped all conversation in the room.
The crime spree had begun with a kidnapping and shooting late last night and had ended with a high speed chase through the streets of San Francisco. The perp. had escaped after stabbing an officer. There was no word on the officer's condition the news caster was waiting on a statement from the Police Chief.
The two older cops began complaining about how crazy this town had become and how in their day young people respected cops. They both assumed that the cop must be some rookie who made a mistake; it was the only way to explain an officer being stabbed.
Ray stood back his eyes transfixed on the TV screen. Being an officer himself the news of an Officer down always affected him deeply but the day that Rebecca entered the force his fears were increased. Any news report of an officer being down, elicited images in his mind of her. She was the only family he had left, he couldn't lose her.
Ray held his breath waiting for his phone to ring, Rebecca's voice on the other line telling him she was safe. She knew how much he worried and she promised any time there was a call for officer down she would call as soon as possible. When his phone rang out he let out a soft sigh of relief as he quickly answered the line; "Thank God you're alright Becky!"
"Rebecca's been hurt Ray…" Diego's voice repeated in Ray's mind over and over again as he ran down the halls towards the Emergency Room. Those were the only words Ray heard when I picked up the phone thinking his niece was calling him, he had thrown his phone down and rushed out the door not bothering to tell the customers where he was going. Now he found himself rushing down the corridors praying she was alright.
He threw the doors open and found Diego leaning against a wall his eyes fixed on the doors leading to the E.R., Emerson was arguing softly with a familiar woman. "Who did this?" Ray demanded.
"Your brother, Ray." Emerson answered.
Ray's head whipped back towards the old man, "I told you this would happen, I told you to let her go"
"This isn't about you and me, Ray…" Hauser started.
"ALRIGHT GET OUT! Just get out! NOW!" Ray demanded not wanting to see Emerson anymore. It was then that he recognized the woman standing next to Emerson, "I remember you, you were there, you're one of them…" He pointed at her as Hauser began to walk her out.
Ray watched as Diego held some key out to Hauser. "You can come if you want." Hauser said softly.
Ray noticed the look that Diego gave Hauser, a look of anger and disgust, "Whatever's behind that door isn't as important as…I'm staying." The once timid Doctor answered emphatically.
Diego stared ahead at the door leading to the Emergency Room. He had run behind the EMT's as they pushed Rebecca through those doors, what felt like hours ago. He had seen how small she looked on the gurney her shirt cut open her stomach covered in blood soaked gauze. She had lost so much blood in too short amount of time. Her once bright skin was now grey, he hated seeing her like this, they had to make her better.
As Diego focused on the door he couldn't see through, Ray gave his attention to the nurses standing in at the triage desk. "Excuse me…" he stopped a young nurse, "Can you tell me Rebecca Madsen's condition?"
"I'm sorry sir, like I told your friends," she motioned towards Diego, "I can only release that information to family."
"I am family!" He answered frustrated, "She's my granddau…She's my niece. I'm her uncle…" he wanted to say she was his granddaughter because she was. She wasn't Tommy's girl she was his girl. Why did Tommy get to call her his granddaughter, why did he deserve to be called granddad.
"I'm…I'm sorry sir…" She gave him a sympathetic look, "Once I hear anything from the doctor I'll let you know."
Ray paced back and forth through the waiting room waiting for some news from the doctors. His baby girl was on the other side of these walls fighting for her life and he couldn't do anything to make her better. Diego continued to hold the wall up not taking his eyes off the doors. Every time the door swung open he held his breath praying it was the doctor with good news.
As the clock clicked by Diego could no longer wait to hear what was happening with his partner. He looked around the room and took the opportunity, with the nurses distracted, to find out what was going on behind those doors.
Ray watched Doc approach the door slowly and motion for him to join him. Ray had always been one to follow the rules, it was the cop in him, but he to needed to know what was going to with his baby.
No one noticed the two uninvited guests in the Emergency Room. The doctors and nurses were too busy trying to save the detective's life. Machines screamed out that there was no pulse as the doctors yelled out for drugs. When the drugs failed to do their job the young doctor who was leading the team grabbed the paddles of the defibrillator placing them on the young girl's chest.
"Clear!" Diego heard the doctors shout as the machine's sent a shock through her body. He watched in horror as her small body rose slightly off the bed. When the machines continued to wail the doctor shocked Rebecca again…still nothing happened.
"Astoyle on all leads…" the nurse sadly told the doctor.
The doctor took the paddles off her chest and looked down at the young woman, "Time of death…"
"NO!" Diego cried out. For the first time the doctors noticed the two men standing over Rebecca's bed. Diego's eyes started to water as he had to face a world without his partner.
Ray grabbed hold of the edge of the bed stopping himself from collapsing, "Please God not her," he cried out.
The doctor saw the pain in the two men as they watched them give up on her. He placed his hands back on her chest and began to press down over her heart over and over again. "Get me another round of epi" he called out to the nurse as he tried once more to save her life.