Bear came running to Ponch. The guys in the van had gotten away, and the ambulance was arriving now.

"Ponch!? Ponch can you hear me!?" Bear cried shaking him a little. He was panicking. Ponch had blood trickling down from his skull.

The paramedics came and began working on him.

Bear looked around, there was a medic working on Jon. Jeb and Grossie were with Jon trying to calm him down. Jon wanted to go to Ponch.

"Jon, relax, lay down, man you're gonna hurt yourself!" Jeb yelled holding him still.

"P-P-Ponch…" Jon was able to get out.

"The paramedics are doing what they can for him, Jon. You need to worry about you right now."

Jon shook his head. "No…P-P-Ponch…" he started again. He'd been in just the right position to witness Ponch getting shot in the head, and he was scared to death he lost him. He knew not many survived that.

"Jon, hold still," Grossie said.

Jon felt tears sting his eyes. He wanted his partner to be ok.

Bear watched the scene from where he was, his heart breaking. He looked up to the sky. "God, I know I don't normally talk to you during the work day…and I really should…my friends need your help, God. Please! Without you Ponch is gonna die," Bear felt tears stinging his eyes as he prayed. "God thank you for always being there when we need you, and even when we don't stop to think that you really are there. Thank you for always watching over and protecting us, God please I just ask that you continue to watch over and protect Getraer, let us find him soon and bring him home safely." Bear paused again and looked at Ponch. Tears stinging his eyes again. "God I know I'm asking for a miracle, and I know only you can do this…please heal Ponch!" Bear said laying a hand on Ponch.

The paramedics got mad. "You're getting in the way," one of them snapped at Bear as Bear continued praying. Bear was just so in the moment he didn't realize what he was doing. He had just felt like he needed to lay a hand on Ponch as he prayed.

"Man, back off," the paramedic said again.

Bear shook his head as he began to back off.

Jon was in the background still crying out in pain, and wanting to be with his partner.

Bear had his eyes squeezed shut so tight as he prayed. When suddenly he opened them, as soon as his eyes opened he saw the paramedics didn't seem as worried.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"I don't know, man…you some weirdo trying to use magic or something?" one paramedic asked.

"No…I was just praying…" Bear started.

"Well start thanking your God now, because Officer Poncherello is going to be ok."

Bear breathed a sigh of relief. "God, thank you!"

oOoOo

There was some injuries, and Ponch would be sore for a little while, but God had really worked a miracle as Bear had asked for. Ponch was going to be ok. When the doctor looked him over he was pleased to find that he would be making a fast recovery, he was shocked by it to say the least…but him being a believer understood sometimes God can do the most amazing things…and this was truly a miracle.

Bear wished Jon was in as good of shape as Ponch. He'd prayed for Jon to get better as well, but he just couldn't stop thanking God about saving Ponch. He went to go visit and saw Ponch wide awake.

"H-Hi…Bear…" Ponch said with a slight smile. He was feeling pretty tired.

"Hey, Ponch. I heard you're gonna be alright," Bear said.

"Yeah…isn't it just strange though? I thought I was a goner," Ponch replied.

"Well God must have plans for you, because when I asked him to save your life he did."

Ponch smiled. "Thanks," Ponch replied though he wasn't so sure he believed that.

Bear just continued to smile. He talked to Ponch until Ponch fell asleep, then he went to check on Jon.

He didn't quite understand why Jon was still in bad shape, but Ponch was ok…but he knew God must be up to something. He wasn't going to even think about trying to get in the way.

"Hang in there, Baker you'll pull through," Bear said giving Jon a squeeze on the hand.

A few days later

"I need someone to step up and be sergeant, and I need someone I can trust," the captain was on the phone with Bates.

"As much as I'd hate to admit it, with Jon out of the picture for now Poncherello is the next best thing," Bates replied.

"Poncherello? Are you kidding? Harold I said-"

He got cut off quickly. "I'm serious, Captain. I know he can be a screw up at times, and the biggest trouble maker we've got in this station, but I also know he's one of our best officers. Joe speaks so highly of him, he might as well get a shot at this…I'll keep an eye on him if he messes up I'll find someone else," Bates said.

"I don't know why I'm agreeing to this," Burke muttered rubbing his temple.

Bates smirked. "I'll call Ponch."

oOoOo

Ponch was in bed, he was supposed to have the day off so he was sleeping in. His phone began to ring. "Ugh…not now…" Ponch tiredly reached for it. "What do you want?" he asked answering. He had gotten home late last night. He was still recovering from the incident a few days ago, but he was very shocked at how fast his recovery was going along.

"Ponch, it's Bates."

Ponch sat up and tried to act awake. "What did I do?" he asked worried. He rarely got called by the Lieutenant.

"Nothing this time, surprisingly…" Bates said.

Ponch let out a breath. "Then what do you want?"

"We need a sergeant, you up for it?"

"ME!?" Ponch asked in total shock.

"Yes you…Joe believes you'd be good for that job someday, he told me himself…and with Jon out of the picture you're our second option," Bates said.

"Sweet! I'll be there as soon as I can, Sir," Ponch replied. He couldn't help but feel excited. Though at the same time he wasn't excited to be sitting at a desk…but he was going to be in charge for a few days now…and they would find Getraer and Ponch would be first on scene with his men. Ponch sighed then rushed for the shower to get ready for work.