The first clear thought Bobby had was at about 7:22am the next day. Up until that point he was slipping in and out of awareness, a combination from the blow to the head, the pain in his ribs from the blast to the chest, and also from the sedation that he knew Eames had insisted upon in order to help keep him in the hospital over night. He reached forward toward the phone and dialed Mike Logan's cell phone number. As he listened to it ring, he closed his eyes. Logan was at his house with Lucy and Addie. He knew that 7:00 or 7:30 was breakfast time for Addie, and he could imagine them in the kitchen, Lucy making cereal. Addie had started to eat cereal and certain baby foods this month. She was growing so big so fast that sometimes Bobby was afraid to blink because he might miss something.

"Logan." Mike answered after about the third ring.

"It's Goren."

"Quiet night." Logan replied.

"Good."

"For you?"

"I'm in the hospital." Bobby bit out, the pain in his chest practically numbing his brain. "What's Lucy doing?" Bobby asked, hating that he had to ask, desperately wanting to be home.

"Making coffee." Logan stated.

"She doesn't drink coffee." Bobby replied, sitting up in the bed, losing his breath from the pain in his ribs.

"I do." Logan offered.

"Right." Bobby was irritated by that. "Is Addie awake?"

"Yeah, she is, she's right here." Logan's tone of voice changed, and it was clear to Bobby that Addie was watching Mike and he was talking in that way to entertain her. "She's in her high chair, I'm feeding her some slimy looking orange stuff." Logan continued in that same kind of baby-talk cadence.

"Pumpkin." Bobby sighed, closing his eyes.

"What? You call her pumpkin?" Logan's tone of voice changed back to a more regular beat.

"No, she's eating pumpkin. The baby food, it's pumpkin. She loves it." Bobby's voice was soft, he kept his eyes closed.

"Yeah, she does." Logan observed, his voice changing back to that sing-song way. "Do you want me to get Lucy?" Logan offered.

"No, tell her I'll call back in a few minutes on the house line." Bobby hung up before Logan could respond. He reached over and pushed the call button for the hospital staff. Mike Logan was in his house, in his kitchen, Lucy was making him coffee, and Logan was feeding his daughter breakfast. Not to mention, Logan was the one keeping them safe. Bobby was going to sign whatever he had to sign so that he could get up and walk out of the hospital right now and get home.

"What're you doing?" It was Eames voice he heard behind him. At that moment, he was sitting on the side of his hospital bed looking at his sneakers. Last night, Lucy had brought him fresh clothes from home, dark track pants, a clean heather grey t-shirt, socks, and his sneakers. He had convinced the doctor to discharge him that morning, so he didn't actually have to sign any medical release forms. There was nothing they could do for his ribs, and they had monitored him related to the concussion throughout the night. He had slowly, painfully, managed to dress himself, but there was no way he was going to be able to tie his shoes. So, at the moment Eames asked her question, he was trying to figure out what to do about tying his shoes.

"What does it look like." His tone was short, frustrated. Eames could see what he was doing, he was dressed, his discharge papers were on the table, he was headed out of the hospital.

"It looks like you can't tie your shoes." Eames replied, coming around the bed to stand in front of him. He scowled at her, but she reached out and tied his shoes anyway.

"Thanks." He mumbled as he slid carefully off the bed and stood. Eames looked at him for a long moment, and by the way he looked back at her she realized that the thanks wasn't simply for tying his shoes, it was also for generally just saving his ass.

"I'll take you." Eames said, and grabbed his small duffle bag up and off the floor.

"Thanks." He said again, following her out of the room, walking slowly. Eames took that as thanks for grabbing the duffle bag and thanks for being here when I need you. Though, Bobby was starting to wonder how Eames had managed to come by at the exact moment he was ready to leave. He was just about to ask, when she offered.

"Lucy called me." Eames said. "I don't know why you couldn't wait a few hours. They were going to discharge you early afternoon." She muttered to herself.

"You know why." Bobby replied, and Eames did not reply, which made Bobby think that part of her understood. "Anything move last night?" He asked.

"Inside or outside?" She replied, causing the knot in Bobby's stomach to tighten. He hated to think that someone he knew had put his family in jeopardy.

"Either."

"Neither, not really. Definitely nothing inside, though I have some thoughts…" Eames offered.

"Yeah, I have some thoughts on that as well." Bobby replied, not quite ready to get to them. "I still want to move on Theo and Miguel Fernandez, and I don't want to wait for the weekend. As soon as we locate them, I want them." Bobby ground out the words in an almost primal way.

"That parts done. I have that order out. They are to be apprehended immediately. We issued that as soon as we came on scene yesterday." Eames replied. They were now in her SUV bulleting down a surprisingly almost empty street. Bobby twitched a bit at the word on scene. The scene was his home, well his future home as soon as they finished renovating. "They just kind of vanished – yesterday afternoon." Eames commenting, thinking that the task force had a pretty solid idea where Theo and Miguel Fernandez had spent practically every moment the past two weeks. And, for them to pretty much vanish into thin air about 24 hours before they were to be taken into custody was another strong indicator that there was an inside problem.

At home, Bobby walked into the bathroom with the tub. Eames had dropped him off and had gone to respond to a possible location for the Fernandez brothers. Bobby had wanted to ride along, but it was a rather unreliable tip and Eames insisted that it was doubtful that the brothers would actually be there. Plus, Eames gently reminded Bobby about family coming first sometimes and that Lucy was expecting him at home. Mike Logan was in the kitchen, and when Bobby walked in he could hear over the baby monitor that Lucy was giving Addie a bath. Before leaving to walk back toward the bathroom, he gave Logan a kind of a thanks-man-nod, and he switched off the monitor to afford himself a little privacy with his family.

"Is that daddy?" Lucy smiled and asked Addie in that sing-song way that made Addie smile. Bobby watched Addie smack the water with her little hands. "Is that daddy you're smiling for?" Lucy hadn't turned around, she was rinsing the shampoo out of Addie dark riotous curls. Bobby watched his baby-daughter squirm and blink as the water ran over her head. When Lucy was finished rinsing she reached out for a soft hooded towel and scooped Addie up and out of the tub. "That's your daddy." Lucy kissed Addie and held her toward Bobby. Addie promptly softly smacked at the sides of Bobby's scruffy face. Bobby kissed Addie's head, and then he kissed Lucy.

Lucy expertly moved Addie onto her shoulder and stood looking at Bobby for a quiet moment. Bobby watched Lucy blink, and he thought he saw tears, but when she blinked again they were gone.

"I'm um…" Lucy started to say. She had desperately wanted to stay at the hospital with him, but everyone had insisted that she be at home with Addie and that Mike stay with them both just for safe keeping. It had killed her to leave Bobby, but she also recognized that she couldn't leave Addie alone. So, after Bobby was deep asleep, Lucy had let Alex Eames take her home. "I just…" Lucy started to try to say something again, but she couldn't find the words.

"I'm Ok." Bobby said softly, trying to catch her eyes.

"I'm um…" Lucy said, trying again.

"Are you Ok?" He asked, he reached out and titled her chin so that he could see into her eyes. Addie was starting to wriggle on her shoulder. It was getting close to her morning nap time and she was starting to snuggle in against her mom.

"Not really." Lucy admitted. She reached forward with her free hand as if to lay it across his heart, but she stopped just a breath away. His sharp intake of breath and the pain in his ribs showed in his eyes. He couldn't help but remember the last time he hurt his ribs and the first time he had kissed her and had thought about the possibility that he could have a life with her.

"Neither am I." Bobby admitted, not referring to his physical injuries, but thinking about how close he had come to placing Lucy and possibly Addie in jeopardy by not anticipating that his case would move in the direction it did, for not seeing that there was someone on the inside betraying him.

"But I will be." Lucy said, looking at his chest, trying not to remember his shredded shirt, the damaged Kevlar.

"Yeah, me too." He said, and he stopped his thoughts from shotgunning around creating and recreating lists of everyone remotely possible. He gained some focus, and for the first time he put someone clearly on the top of his list of who might be flipping inside-to-out… Matt Walker.

"I'm going to get her dressed and put her down for her nap." Lucy said. Her eyes again returned to his chest thinking about how much pain he must feel from his damaged ribs.

"I'm not taking anything. They prescribed something. II'll wait to take it when I need to get some sleep." Bobby offered. Lucy kind of narrowed her eyes at him, but she did not openly question that decision. Bobby followed Lucy into Addie's room and stood in the doorway watching Lucy deftly dress their sleepy baby girl. A few minutes of normalcy did a lot to soothe his soul. Bobby walked back toward the kitchen, he could see Mike listening to his police radio. Bobby's heart stopped as he recognized the call as officer down, he could hear the commotion on the other side, he recognized the voice of Brian Murphy. His stomach lurched.

"Eames was supposed to catch up with Murphy and Walker. What the hell is that call?" Bobby wanted to grab for the radio, reception was coming in and out. "Who is down? Have you heard Alex on the chatter? Logan, who is down?" Bobby repeated.

A/N: Thanks for reading. I actually don't know who is down... who is down? (I have it in my brain lots of different ways, but nothing is on the page yet)