Oz's head dipped before snapping back up while he slouched half asleep in the hospital chair. His eyes remained opened for just mere seconds before closing once again. Olivia quickly walked down the hall reading the chart as she went. She stopped at the nurse's station handing over the chart. "Mr. Franklin, in Room 234, is now sleeping. He should be fine throughout the rest of the night. If anything happens let me know."

The station nurse smiled. "Yes, ma'am"

Olivia glanced up and saw Oz asleep down the hall and shook her head. She quietly walked over to him, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Oz" she whispered.

The paramedic mumbled with his eyes still closed, "Hey there beautiful."

Olivia stifled a laugh waiting for Oz came to his senses. "Hmm. What?" He opened his eyes shifting in the chair.

"Oz, go home." Olivia said sitting down next to him. "You look miserable."

Oz ran a hand over his face trying to wake himself up. "No, I'm going to stay here."

"He's sleeping Oz. You should be too." Olivia gently prodded. "I have been around you enough to know you don't do well sleep deprived."

"I want to be here when he wakes up." Oz countered.

"I will call you as soon as something happens. You know that."

"Yeah, I know" Oz said. "But, I still want to be here."

Olivia could tell she wasn't going to win this argument. She rose from her chair patting the paramedic's shoulder, "Well, let me see what I can do about getting you somewhere else you can sleep."

"Thanks, Olivia." Oz said gratefully looking up at her.

"Did you call Ray?" Olivia asked.

"Yeah," Oz motioned towards the door behind him. "He's sitting with Toby now. I thought I would give him some privacy."

Olivia nodded slightly. She knew that if there was one thing that Toby valued, it was his privacy.

*********

Detective Charlie Marks rubbed her eyes wearily while she took a momentary break from her case. It just didn't make any sense. She should probably just go home and start on it tomorrow. No one would blame her. She looked around the practically empty office, no one else would even know. She hated things just lingering around unsolved. She still felt like she needed to work harder than the guys to prove she belonged there. Where was Toby with one of his tips you when need him. She wondered where did that thought came from, She must be more tired than she thought. She pushed away from the desk. Definitely time for some coffee.

"Charlie."

The detective jumped at the sound of her name, nearly spilling the coffee she was pouring. She whirled around to see detective Becker right behind her.

The man held his hands up in an exaggerated 'don't hit me' pantomime.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He said. "What are you still doing here?"

"The Menendez case." she replied, trying to hide her weariness. "Why are you here this late?"

"I thought you might be here." He said with a knowing look. "Appears I was right."

"Did you need something?" She asked.

Becker shifted somewhat. "Yeah, wasn't sure if you knew or not. You're paramedic friend is in the hospital."

"Toby?"

"No, the other guy who seems to have made himself annoyingly at home in my station."

Charlie smirked at him. A defense of Toby jumped to her lips, but she knew better than to say it. "You mean, you saw him at the hospital, or he was a patient there?"

"I was at the hospital to interview a witness when I saw him being wheeled down the hallway. I don't know what happened to him. This was the first chance I got to tell you. I thought you would want to know."

Charlie left her untouched coffee sitting on the table. "I should probably go." She turned away from him heading back to her desk to get her keys.

"Hey, I hope he's okay" He gave her a half smile as she turned to leave the station.

Charlie gripped her steering wheel tightly. She didn't know why she was suddenly so worried about Toby. She shouldn't be. She just met him, and he had been a source of irritation for her ever since. He was constantly barging into the station with vague clues about stuff that he wanted her to investigate. Then there was the whole mind reading thing. That had taken some adjusting to, and she still wasn't completely sure she was comfortable with it.

But, Toby had helped her out. He had saved her life in fact. She shuddered to think what would have happened if he hadn't shown up when she had been kidnapped. She had noticed to her chagrin Toby tended to jump into things without always thinking them through. That one occasion, she had been glad that he did. She couldn't be certain, but she had a bad feeling that was what had happened this time. She pressed the accelerator down further.

The attendant at the nurse's station was reluctant to give out any information beyond confirming that Toby Logan was a patient on this floor, and she had had to produce her badge to pry his condition and room number out of the woman. It was only a vague allusion to the patient's being a part of an investigation. She could say it had been a misunderstanding if anyone made a stink about it. She stopped outside the room, her hand inches above the door handle. What if someone was in there with him? How would she explain why she was there? She took a breath, running different scenarios through her head. Setting her shoulders she pressed the lever down and pushed the door open slowly.

She looked into the room. It was dark inside, but from the glow of the illuminated faces of the life support machines and the light that was filtering in behind her from the hallway she could make out the shape of the room's single inhabitant. She had a moment of relief that she wouldn't need to fabricate another excuse to be here. She stepped inside the room and closed the door. Moving closer to the bed, she watched the rise and fall of Toby's chest for a few moments, unsure what she should do. He was just so still. Should she try to talk to him? What should she say?

She was broken out of her thoughts by the opening of the door. She turned around to see an older, nicely dressed gentleman standing in the doorway holding a cup. She noticed the startled expression on his face. "Um, are you a friend of Toby's?"

"Yes, I am." he said politely. "And you are?"

"Detective Charlie Marks." she answered suddenly feeling nervous, like a child that had been caught red handed. "I'm, uh, a friend of Toby's."

"Ray Mercer. Toby has spoken of you." He gave her a small smile. "Why don't we step out in the hallway so we can talk?"

Ray held the door open for her, closing it quietly behind them. Ray scanned the now empty hallway to make sure their conversation would not be overheard. "Here, why don't you have a seat?" Charlie sat down next to the older man. Her nervousness had eased somewhat. He had a very calming air about him. She listened intently while he explained what had happened to Toby and how he knew Toby. "He's going to be okay, right?"

Ray studied her for several moments before answering. "Toby, said he told you about himself."

"Yes, he did." Charlie said.

Ray fixed the detective with a solemn gaze. "We are not sure what effect the exposure is going to have on him."

Charlie nodded.

"It goes without saying; you know that you cannot say anything about this to anyone." Ray said seriously. "If had been up to me, he wouldn't have told anyone." Ray sighed. It was the sound a man makes when he feels a bad decision has been made, but one he is resigned to support. "Toby wants to use his 'gift' to do good, to help people—"He leveled weary eyes at her, "Toby felt he could do that better if you knew his secret. He felt he could trust you."

Charlie was a bit taken aback by the amount of confidence that Toby had put in her. "You don't have to worry about me. I will never break Toby's trust."

Lightening his tone he placed his coffee cup in her hands, "Here, you look like you could use this. I can go and get another cup."

"Thanks, but" she said standing up, "I should get going."

Ray stood up with her. "It was nice to finally meet you, Detective Marks"

"Likewise," she said, accepting his extended hand. "Keep him safe."

"I try."