The next morning things went a lot easier on Bobby's end. She woke up at the sound of the alarm, kissed him, then went and got ready with no more "interruptions". He got up and made coffee for her, and then went back in to take a shower after she had finished. They got in the car and left for work, no problems, just the way he liked it.

They were halfway there when a car ahead of them hit the side of the road and flipped over. "Whoa!" he said, swerving the wheel so the car wouldn't hit them. They drove passed the smoke and he said, "Maybe we should turn back."

"Bobby I don't think that's such a great idea," she said, looking out of the car; one of the police officers was looking at her with something she couldn't quite place. They drove a little farther when she turned back around to him. "Did you see that man?"

"What man?"

"The cop by the side of the road."

"Oh, that guy; Alex, that wasn't a cop, that was a civilian."

"What? Bobby, I swear-"

"That guy had a gun holster and was wearing black clothes, but his shoes were Nikes and his arms were cuffed behind his back."

"Oh," she said, puzzled. Leave it to her quick thinking fiancé to figure it out and-

"Bobby, stop the car."

"Alex, we're almost-"

"STOP THE CAR."

He looked behind him; the cops were pulling up. He began to slow down but recognized the guy in the driver's seat. Something was not right.

"Alex, I want you to hold on to your seatbelt now."

"Bobby, just listen to what they have to-"

"Alex, trust me." His voice was pleading with her, so she held on and stopped talking.

He spun the car hard into the other lane and drove as fast as he could away from them. "Bobby-"

"Alex, it's the CC. They've got two guys on us."

"The one from the side of the road?"

"Yeah, he must be under orders from some higher ups, but we've got to get to the precinct, and now."

"There coming up again." She saw some siren lights gaining on them.

"You trust me?"

"I trust you," she said, and with that he moved the car onto the curb side and drove, hard. The cop car with its sirens was parting crowds, but Bobby's was moving faster, taking out parking meters as he went. They came to a stoplight and Bobby twisted the car down and around the corner.

"Hopefully they don't know this way to the office," he said, and almost immediately the car appeared behind them. Damn, he thought as the back window crumbled into pieces. "Alex, they're firing at us, get down!"

She ducked as he maneuvered in and out of the traffic by whatever means necessary while gunshots fired over her head. She stayed down by the glove compartment for a few more minutes before he jumped out of the car as it screeched to a halt, grabbed her arm through the open window, and yanked her onto the sidewalk. "Run!" he yelled.

They ran up the steps as the elderly door man held the door open and said, "Hello Miss- AAAAHHHH!"

She watched him fall as Bobby yelled "Now!" and dragged her into the hallway and into the elevator as the doors closed.

She couldn't take much more of anything at that moment.

As the doors opened at the floor of the precinct Alex sank to the ground and began to cry. All co-workers around her looked down to wonder what had happened. "Call the captain!" Bobby yelled "Please!"

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Detectives Robert Goren and Alexandra Eames were looked at by the staff doctors and released to go talk to Capt. Ross. They walked through the stares and whispers of their peers and entered his office. Logan and Falacci were there as well.

Nola rushed to Alex and gave her a big hug as Alex began to cry again. "Shh," she said, holding her close, "It's okay, Alex, it's okay." Slowly, Alex began to ease away and hold her head up.

"You're pretty good at that Falacci," said Mike.

"It comes with having kids," she responded.

"Oh my God, the baby!" said Alex, and looked down; the contents of her stomach were held safely inside her. She crumbled into a chair and said to the ceiling "Why?"

"I'm sorry, Goren, they got a hold of one of the cars from the Brooklyn Precinct. The owner of the car that flipped over is now dead."

Bobby sighed, "And the doorman?"

"He had lived a long life. His family will take care of the matter now."

Bobby sat down as well; if today was any indicator of his health he was going to have a heart attack. "What happened, Danny?"

"To be perfectly honest, no one knows at what time they left the precinct. All that they do know is that at nine thirty this morning a tire was shot at from the side of the road of a black SUV."

"One that looks like ours," he said, his head in his hands.

"Yeah. The owner of the car was a TV mogul, go figure."

"That doesn't make me feel any better right now, Logan."

"Sorry man," he said, putting his hand on Bobby's shoulder.

Ross spoke again. "The assailant then entered the car and drove off after yours. Presumably, they realized they had gotten the wrong hit after they saw Alex's face.

"The city will pay for everything, and offer's you its apologies," he finished, surveying the room. It was a sorry sight. Alex's head was buried in her hands, while Bobby sat looking at her as if he was wondering if she was safe enough to touch. The other two detectives stood around awkwardly, trying to not get in the way.

"Logan, Falacci, you can go."

"Thanks, Captain," they both said, and left the office quietly.

"What should we do, Dan?" Bobby asked, still to afraid to touch Alex.

"There's witness protection-"

"I'm not going into that!" Alex said loudly.

Bobby reached over and rubbed her back and she soon began to calm down. "What other option is there?"

Ross sighed, knowing the only other option was the hardest. "Wait. There's going to be a sting tomorrow morning, headed by Logan, to invade their whereabouts: it's on a loading dock off of Queens. If you want we can pay for you to stay at a hotel with a security detail on the exits and in the lobby."

"Thanks, Captain, I appreciate it." He took Alex's hand and pulled her up, before they both exited the room. Her head was so hunched over that she couldn't see the tears peeking through his eyes.