Disclaimer – GUESS WHAT! I still own nothing. Sorry. If I did, I would totally make this story an actual episode, but alas, I don't.

AN – Thank you all so much for the amazing reviews. It has been pointed out to me that I have not really had Bozer in this story, and there are three reasons for that. One, when I first started writing this story, I had not watched all the episodes. Two, he hadn't joined the team yet when I started writing. Three, I felt like I didn't have a good grasp on him yet, like there was still much more I needed to see of him and learn about him before I could write about him. Luckily however, I finally caught up on the episodes, and I think a have a good understanding of the character, but I could be wrong, sorry if you feel I am. So this chapter has a lot of Bozer and he will be more present in the following chapters. I am done talking now, after all, you guys do want to get to the story right?

Enjoy!

Bozer sat on the chair in the waiting room of the hospital. Riley was sitting beside him, and was squeezing his hand. Under normal circumstances, he would've been ecstatic that Riley would hold his hand, but this weren't normal circumstances. Both of their friends were currently in surgery.

When Riley called him, and told what had happened, Bozer had rushed over. He was pretty sure he broke every single traffic law in the process, but he didn't care. The only thing that mattered was getting to the hospital, getting to his best friend.

Riley and Bozer had been waiting for an hour when Patricia came over to the pair, who immediately stood up.

"Jack is out of surgery. He tore the stitches in his shoulder and inhaled a lot of smoke, but he's okay. He's still unconscious, though the doctor said he will probably wake up soon." Patricia informed her newest recruits.

"What about Mac?" Bozer asked.

"Still in surgery. His doctor said that," Patricia looked like it actually hurt to finish the sentence, "Mac has at least 8 broken ribs, which ended up puncturing his lung and caused massive internal bleeding. He also has major concussion, a few first degree burns and inhaled far too much smoke, much more than Jack."

Bozer felt his legs shaking and sat back down on the chair to hide the fact he was about to fall. Breathing seemed like a difficult task. He barely heard Riley and Patricia talking.

Next thing he knew was that Riley was kneeling in front of him. Her hand rested on his shoulder.

"I'm going to go wait with Jack, since he'll wake up soon. Do you want to come, or are do you want wait here?" Riley asked, her voice soft.

"I'll wait here." Bozer decided. Riley stood up and went over to Patricia. After their boss promised to tell Riley when Mac got out of surgery, the hacker went to the soldier's room. Patricia came over and sat down beside Bozer. There was nothing left to do but wait.

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It had been 77 hours since Mac left on his mission with Jack and Riley. 16 hours since Bozer learned that Mac was missing. 9 hours since Riley and Jack had found the clue they needed to find their missing friend. 6 hours since Riley called Bozer and told him that Jack and Mac were in the hospital, and 5 hours since Riley went to stay with Jack.

Finally, after waiting in the hospital for almost 7 hours, the doctor came out to see Mrs. Thornton and Bozer. The conversation was short, as neither really cared for the specifics of what the doctor had to do to fix the young agent. All they cared about, was if Mac was alive, and if he was going to be okay.

The answer was not as good as Bozer had been hoping. The doctor assured them that Mac was alive, and he was very positive that the agent would be okay. However, he was still in very serious condition. He had lost a lot of blood, the air he did manage to get to his lungs despite all the damage was practically pure smoke, and he wasn't breathing on his own.

Less than five minutes later, Bozer found himself entering Mac's hospital room in the ICU. Patricia had gone to check on Jack and to tell Riley what the doctor had said.

Mac was lying flat out on the hospital bed. The doctor said it was to help with his blood flow, as he had lost so much they wanted to make sure it was getting to his organs. There were at least three IV's in his arms, and one going directly into his chest.

There was one large tube going into his friend's mouth, giving him precious oxygen. The entire left side of Mac's face was bruised, and his one eye was so swollen he doubted the man would be able to open it. There were bandages wrapped around his wrists, with spots of blood ruining the perfect white of the gaze, and there were bruises in the shapes of hands around his arms. That was all Bozer could see of his friend's injuries, and it was more than enough.

Bozer felt a sudden need to run, to deny any of this was happening, but he was frozen in his spot in the doorway. If the doctor wasn't behind him, he probably would've stood there for the entire time.

"Are you alright sir?" The doctor asked, putting in his hand on Bozer's shoulder. Bozer nodded, and entered the room. He made his way over to the chair by Mac's bedside and sat down. The minute he is sitting, he grabs the blonde's hand, and held it tightly.

After a few minutes, Patricia came into the room. She actually paused in shock at the appearance of the young man. True, she had seen him in pretty bad situations, but nothing like this. Quickly though, she regained her composure and went over to Bozer.

"Mac's tough. He'll be okay." She tried to reassure the newest member of the time. Bozer however, didn't look very convinced.

"This time, maybe. But what about next time? How many times has he gotten hurt working for you? How many injuries did he get that you all hid from me? How much longer will it be until he comes back in a body bag?" Bozer asked with bitterness in his voice.

Patricia didn't say anything. Yes, Bozer was brought into the foundation by chance, and an assassin, but once the shock wore off, the man seemed beyond excited at the idea of being a spy. Now though, he just learned the real risks of the job, the reality of all the things that could happen.

"You've known Mac your entire life Bozer. Do you really think he'd rather stay safe on the sidelines when he could have the chance to help someone?" At that, Patricia left the room.

Bozer knew she was right, helping people was a big part of who Mac was, and he couldn't ask his friend to give that up. He loved this job, he loved helping people, and protecting his country. And while Bozer was now beyond grateful he now knew the truth and could help the team, he really wished he didn't know right not. If he didn't, then he wouldn't know that Mac was in the hospital. He wouldn't even know what happened, what he went through, and wouldn't be living in fear that Mac could die.

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For the second time in less than a week, Jack woke up in a hospital. He really had to break that record. He hated hospitals as much as Mac did most of the time. And just like last time, Riley was sitting beside him, waiting for him to wake up.

"Hey man. How are you feeling?" The young woman asked.

"I'm fine. Throat and shoulder are a little sore though." Jack answered, looking at the sling that had been put on, holding his left arm securely. Talking hurt a bit, he must've breathed in a lot of smoke.

"Yeah, the doctor said you got a lot of smoke in you, not to mention the fact you pulled out all of your stitches. But you'll be okay." Riley informed him. She picked up a cup with a straw from the table that was pushed against the wall. After putting the straw right in front of Jack's lips, he took a large gulp before asking the all important question.

"How's Mac?"

"Still in surgery." Riley barely finished her sentence before the door opened and Patricia Thornton entered the room.

"Good, you're awake. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. What about Mac?" Jack had to know if his partner, was okay. The look Patty gave him made his worry increase tremendously.

His boss came around to the other side, and then started talking. As she listed all the injuries his best friend had sustained, how bad he was, how he was in the ICU, and how the doctor didn't know if he would actually pull through, Jack felt his heart and stomach drop all the way to his feet. Without thinking, the solider turned agent moved to sit up.

Patty and Riley seemed to expect it though, cause they were immediately pushing him back down on the bed.

"I know you want to go be with Mac, but Bozer is there with him, and you need rest. You barely slept at all the last few days, you're injured and exhausted. Try to get some more rest, then I will talk to the doctor about you going to see Mac, okay?" Jack wanted to argue, but he knew that he wouldn't win. Not to mention that she was right about his exhaustion. He was already started to pass out again.

As the darkness started to claim him again, all he could think about was regret. He should've gone faster to get to the building before it exploded. He should've had Riley get the blueprints to the warehouse so he could've gotten Mac out faster.

He should've been more careful in the subway. If he hadn't been injured in the first place, he could've protected his partner, his brother, and stop him from ever getting kidnapped. But he didn't, and now Mac was lying in the ICU, needing a machine to help breathe. It was all his fault.

AN – And that is chapter 7. Next chapter will be up soon, hopefully. I know there might be some disagreements about how I wrote about Bozer regretting knowing what Mac's real job is, but that will be addressed later on in the story. I just personally think that a situation like this would've been a big reality check for him, as he sees that Mac and his team are not invincible and do face very real threats, and that he doesn't want to see all those risks. Cause once you do, you never truly stop worrying about it, and that can drive a person crazy. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please review, I would love to know what you guys think.