A/N Research concerning Rieker shoes thanks to LittlePurpleButterflies.

When they were allowed in to see Jeannie, she was still groggy which they were thankful for. Both stayed with her a little bit and when they spoke to her, they tried their best to keep the fear and anger out of their voices.

"It's alright, sweetheart. You are going to be just fine. We will get the punk that shot you, that is a promise from both of us." Mike vowed gruffly.

He kissed her lovingly on the cheek and squeezed her hand, then stood looking at her a minute or so. Mike finally moved back from the side of the bed to give Steve some time with Jeannie. Steve found it hard seeing the bandage around her head and had to step away to the window to regain his composure. Mike came over and stood beside him, giving the back of Steve's neck an affectionate squeeze. Steve finally sighed and nodded that he was ready and moved to Jeannie's bedside, he leaned low over the bed and kissed her temple, then spoke to her.

"I will get them for you Jeannie. I don't care what I have to do, they will pay for hurting you. Just get better, the old guy needs you. So do I, Jeannie." Steve admitted, almost choked by emotions.

Steve knew he was about to lose it and hurried out of the room. Mike took one last look at Jeannie, then hurried after Steve. He caught up with Steve in the stairwell. As he was heading toward the elevator he saw the stairwell door closing and went that way. He caught Steve on the last landing and stopped him, realizing the young man was too emotional to be out trying to drive just yet.

"Take it easy buddy boy. Just get a grip on yourself before you go tearing out of here." Mike advised.

"You were right; I should have been there faster. She wouldn't have got shot or be lying in that bed if I had moved faster." Steve fretted.

"Listen buddy boy I was upset when I said that. You got to her as fast as you could. She was always incredibly fast when she wanted to be. You are not to blame for this. We will get the people responsible but that is not you. Can you forgive me for saying what I said?" Mike regretted every word he had said earlier on.

"Nothing to forgive, Mike. You were scared; she is your only child. But yes, I forgive you if it needs saying, "

"Are you okay to drive now? Because if you aren't we will come back for your car later. If you are, I will follow you to your place you can leave your car and we go start finding these people." Mike asked gently

"I am okay to drive, thanks Mike," Steve assured him

They headed out to their cars, once at Steve's place, he got his gun and badge and cuffs after changing to a suit. They went back to the tennis courts to have Steve take Mike through the whole incident while it was fresh in his mind. Mike made notes as Steve told him details. He even remembered things that had slipped his mind when he spoke with the uniforms earlier.

"You did good buddy boy. You did really good. Let's get to the lab and see what they came up with on that footprint. "

Not even twenty minutes later they were in the lab, Steve had sped faster than usual. Charlie let out a soft groan seeing them coming in, as he knew the looks on both their faces meant they wanted everything three weeks ago. He thought if there was one day he didn't need them breathing down his neck this would be it, but he knew what had happened so kept his mouth shut this time.

"Have you got that footprint for us yet Charlie?" Mike asked gruffly.

"Working on it as we speak. Why don't you grab a cup of coffee and will get done as soon as I can." Charlie answered, as calm as possible.

"Charlie, that footprint should have been priority! It should have been in here hours ago, why are you still working on it?! " Steve demanded heatedly.

Steve advanced toward Charlie with fury in his face. Charlie seeing that got up fast and moved back. Mike grabbed hold of Steve and shoved him back hard, with a hand to the chest. Steve realized what he had been about to do or what they thought he was about to do and blushed.

"Now Steve, give him a chance! Or do you want to wait all of this out somewhere else?!" Mike berated Steve sharply.

"Sorry, Charlie. I'm sorry. " Steve apologized.

"No problem. Look I would have had the footprint done, but got called away to a meeting and just got back about ten minutes ago. I know what has happened so know you need this asap. Now do you want to get that coffee? " Charlie was quick to explain.

"I want something, but it's not coffee. I will be back " Steve stated abruptly

Both watched Steve's retreat quietly. Charlie moved back to his seat once Steve was gone and started back to work. Mike got some coffee and waited and tried to think of what to say to assuage the situation so it would not escalate.

"Charlie, I know it is asking a lot, but try to overlook his anger this time. He is blaming himself for Jeannie's being hurt, he was there with her and well she moved so fast he hardly had time to react. He didn't mean to take it out on you that way. " Mike explained.

"I understand Mike. Don't worry about it. He just wants the guys that did it before they did it. No need to explain. It's all good." Charlie was very understanding.

"Appreciate it, Charlie more than I can say." Mike thanked him.

Mike sat quietly worrying about where Steve had taken off to. He waited for Charlie to finish up and was rewarded thirty minutes later, when Charlie gave him the results or at least partial results.

"What you have here is not an American brand shoe and your shooter, I would wager, is a woman or could be a man with a small foot, but my guess is you are looking for a woman. The shoe is a product called Rieker. As far as I know you can't buy them outside of Europe so far " Charlie informed with a hint of pride.

"Wait a minute I know you are good Charlie, but you knew all that from this print?" Mike was impressed.

"My daughter has a pair. The trademark on the sole is exactly like hers. She has a pen pal she went to visit over in Germany; she bought a pair while there. The brand started out in Germany but the company later moved headquarters to Switzerland . Your shooter either has been to one of those countries or some other place in Europe that sells that shoe. Unless of course they were able to find a pair of someone's cast offs in a thrift shop here in the states." Charlie explained.

"Thanks. I think you just made my job a bit easier Charlie. Now to find out where Steve has taken off to." Mike began to concentrate on the next task on hand.

"Sorry, can't help you there. My crystal ball only covers so far. Good luck, " Charlie called after him as he left.