Title: Consequence
author: Cindy Ryan
Notes and summary: See part one

The next morning Lucy still felt afraid and disorientated. She knew her name and not just from being told what it was. Lucy had also recalled where she was born and had a few childhood memories trickling back. Besides that everything was a dark void. Every friend that came to visit Lucy didn't recognize. Her parents came to visit late morning and Lucy was relieved when she had a connection to them. Not every memory but enough that she didn't feel so alone. Her father agreed with the doctors that her memory loss was due to the accident and would return.

Lucy sank back against the pillows hoping he was right.


Tim hadn't slept well that night and it had nothing to do with being cramped on a sofa. Every time he closed his eyes he either saw Lucy's crumbled form after being hit by the squad or her face when she asked who he was. Tim had finally given up on sleep at five and returned the blanket and pillow to the hospital housekeeping staff.

He'd peeked in on Lucy before he left. She'd been asleep. To Tim she'd still looked too pale and he couldn't get over how small she looked in that hospital bed. Nolan's accusatory words from earlier had echoed back through Tim's thoughts.

'Why was she alone?'

Tim had left with those words ringing in his head. Blaming West was easy Tim knew he had to own part of this too.


It was early evening before Lucy saw the man who'd been by her bedside when she'd first woken. The man who others had told her was her partner; her training officer. They'd also told Lucy that this man was her friend too. As he stepped quietly into her room that night Lucy could see that friendship. He was in civilian clothes jeans, and dark blue t-shirt.

"Hi."The man greeted as he approached the visitor's chair.

"Hi."Lucy replied with a weak smile.

"You still don't recognize me, do you?"The dark haired man asked softly as he leaned against the back of the chair.

"Only from what others told me."Lucy responded softly. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright."The man stated as he sat down and extended his right hand to her. "I'm Tim Bradford."

Lucy shook his hand watching as he studied every expression every movement she made. Still hoping that a name and a touch would bring something back. She wished she could tell him it had.

"You were there when I was injured?"Lucy asked as she let go of his hand.

"Yes."Tim acknowledged. "Do you remember any of it?"

Lucy shook her head.

"No, can you tell me?"Lucy inquired.

"Sure it may be hard to hear though."Tim cautioned.

"That's better than not knowing."Lucy countered.

Tim nodded settled back in his chair and began to tell Lucy of the last seventy-two hours of her life.