Logan's P.O.V.

I honestly couldn't believe I was being so quiet. Between showering, shaving and digging through my dresser drawers to find a pair of socks, he should have woken up. At least stirred a little bit. But considering how our day went yesterday, and all the amazing things he did for me, and Gabe for that matter, I could understand him being exhausted. But as I finally got my scrubs on, put a black zip up sweater, of his none the less, I realized I needed him awake. I carefully climbed up on the bed and crawled over him pulling the sheet down off his body. He was lying on his side, facing my side of the bed. I softly placed a kissed to his shoulder making him finally breath out deep and move. "What time is it?" I let him roll over, onto his back under me and quickly sat down on his crotch. I knew he had a pair of sweats on underneath the blanket, but they were probably riding low, and I couldn't risk seeing that, so didn't even look below his pecks. I just put my hands on his pecks and sort of pushed down onto his dick. He groaned, closing his eyes and grabbed a hold of my hips. "Since you're dressed for work, I'm going to assume you're leaving?"

"In about 30 minutes. It's just now 4." He nodded opening his eyes and I locked mine with his smiling big. "How'd you sleep?" I slowly started to message my fingertips onto his hard pecks and it made him sit up fast. My butt fell down between his legs and I quickly readjusted them, so they weren't bent at an awkward uncomfortable angle. His hands found my open sweater, and tugged on it, making me come closer to him.

"Amazing." I smiled as he pressed his lips into mine and put his hands behind me and held me loosely around my back. "How long is your shift?" I pushed back gently but put my hand sup on his face rubbing my right thumb along his bottom lip.

"It's a 12. I'll be off at 5 tonight." He shook his head putting his forehead on mine and yawned quietly. "Because they know I'm a parent, they never really make me stay later than that but if it's busy or I'm in the middle of something, it might be a little past 5." He nodded against my forehead. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. "Are you going to be okay with Gabe today?"

"Of course. That cast is so thick, maybe we can use it to hammer some nails into the wall to hang up your pictures." I opened my eyes fast and leaned back. He smirked raising a hand and ran it through my hair. "I'm going to put him out on the couch and watch movies and play video games with him all day. Whatever he wants to do. I can handle it." I nodded looking down and placed my hands back on his pecks. "I was going to go pay some bills today. Is it alright that he comes with me?"

"Of course. Do you want me to give you some money for the bills? I mean…I don't' know how much they are but…" My mouth was covered fast, and I frowned in his palm staring up at his eyes.

"I got it. Don't worry about a thing. Go kick ass at work, and I'll see you when you get home. I'll have dinner ready for you." I nodded and started to push off him, feeling him following close. When my feet touched the ground, and I moved out of the way for Kendall to also get down, I heard a very faint creek off a door opening. I turned to our bedroom door fast and grinned big seeing the big, scared eyes of Gabe.

"Daddy?" I walked quickly to him, as he opened up the door the rest of the way. He was shirtless, in his pajama bottoms, with a little brown teddy bear tucked under his arm. "I'm hungry." I scooped him up fast and set him on my hip turning to face Kendall. He was pulling a hoodie on while walking to us. "Are you going to work?" I turned back to Gabe and nodded pushing his messy bed hair off to the side. "Does that mean I get to spend the day with Mr. Kendall all by myself?" I laughed and nodded again, making him smile. There was a kiss to the back of my head, which told me to walk out of the room, which I did. I went out to the bright kitchen that I've already been in, making myself food for the day, and a strong, big cup of coffee. I carefully set Gabe down on the counter by the sink and raised his broken arm. He sucked in a hard breath as I held under his elbow shaking my head.

"Does it hurt baby?" He shook his head but looked up at me with watery eyes. "To make sure you don't move it around too much, I want you to wear that little sling Doctor Tom gave you yesterday, okay?" He nodded looking back down and I lowered his arm. "Where are you glasses?"

"I don't know." I frowned as he looked up, bottom lip sticking out far. "I didn't mean to lose them daddy, I swear." I nodded kissing his forehead hard before pushing away and turning. Kendall was in front of the coffee pot pouring himself a cup. I walked to him, kissing the back of his neck and squeezed his butt without Gabe seeing.

"I'm going to go find his glasses and get the rest of my stuff ready for work. Can you pour him a bowl of cereal?"

"Of course." I patted his butt gently and turned, walking out of the kitchen fast.

After tearing Gabe's bedding off his bed, sheet's and mattress pad included, because he peed the bed, again, I got on hands and knees, looking under his bed. I felt around, not finding his glasses and sighed out, quickly feeling under his nightstand. I felt the cold of his plastic glasses and quickly grabbed them. I stood myself back up and put the glasses in my sweater pocket, grabbing all the sheets, and blankets off his bed. I kept his comforter under one arm since it wasn't wet and quickly walked downstairs. I went right to the laundry room quick and threw the wet sheets and blankets to the floor. I started the washer and carefully put the wet things inside. After throwing in soap and putting it on the hottest setting, I went right to the bathroom, and washed my hands. After grabbing my bag from my room, and slipping on my Nike's, I went back to the washer and grabbed Gabe's clean blanket and walked to the kitchen. I smirked immediately. Gabe was sitting, with his legs folded, still on the counter. He had a big bowl of cereal in front of him with his broken arm now in the sling. Kendall was leaning over the counter in front of him, also eating a big bowl of cereal looking up to Gabe every time he took a spoonful to his mouth. "Here baby." I walked right up to them, standing beside Kendall, and took Gabriel's glasses out of my pocket, handing them up to him. Gabe quickly, only using one hand, unfolded them and pushed them on his face. "I need you to tell me when you have an accident in bed, okay?" He nodded going back to his cereal making me smile. "So, are you going to be good for Kendall today?"

"Only if he gives me candy!" He shoved a spoonful of chocolatey cereal in his mouth, and I turned to Kendall fast. He smirked as he chewed. I shook my head putting my bag over my head and put it on my shoulder still looking at Kendall. "Can I go swimming in the ocean today dad?" I sighed out setting my hip on the counter and reached out, cupping Gabe's neck.

"Only if you promise to keep your arm dry, and only if Kendall want's to." Gabe nodded fast chewing loudly, with his mouth open. "Have Kendall call me, if you hurt too much okay? And please do what he says." I leaned in quick, kissing his cheek, making him squirm away from me. "I love you baby."

"I love you too daddy!" I smiled breathing in deep and turned to Kendall who move din fast and, instead of kissing my mouth, kissed my neck. I wrapped around him tight closing my eyes and inhaling his musky scent.

"Have a good day at work handsome." I shivered at his whisper, but pulled away, feeling my cheeks burn. He kissed my forehead before turning back to his cereal and ruffled Gabe's hair. I leaned into Gabe one more time, kissed his nose and turned quick, grabbing my coffee and lunch bag, walking to the garage.

"Bye daddy! Have a good day at work!" I waved over my shoulder as I pulled the garage door open. I stepped out fast and went right to my car yawning loud. It was going to be a long day.

The first thing that happened when I walked into work, and went to my small office, was an ambulance just pulled up, with a car crash victim. I wanted to help, but watched several doctors run to the gurney and went right into action. I sat myself down at my desk instead and quickly put my lunch in my little fridge and pulled my notebook out of my bag. I flipped through it, glancing down at my messy handwriting. I used this notebook to record every single patient I worked on. I've done this since I became a doctor. Which meat I've gone through at least 50 of these notebooks. And I've kept every single one of them. I liked to look back and re-read all of the things I've done to help people. Sometimes it helped me with a current patient. But it was a constant reminder that I was doing what I was supposed to with my life. I had a purpose. It made me feel great.

After getting my self ready in my office, I walked out to the loud busy hallway and went right to the nurse's station, sipping form my mug. One of my favorite nurses, a short, small, tough girl who had the mouth of a sailor, and temperament of an MMA fighter, got up form her chair and smiled big. "You're finally back!" I nodded walking around the counter and let her hug around me as I looked down at the clipboard she was just looking at. "We have the same shift today. You know what that means right?"

"Lunch?" She pulled away and nodded sitting back in her seat. "How does it look today Amber?"

"Well…" She quickly started typing on the computer and I pulled a chair up beside her watching our schedule pop up on the monitor. "Doctor Jackson and Deller are the floor's doctor's today." I nodded taking another sip of my coffee as she sat back and crossed one leg over the other as well as crossed her arms over her slim stomach. "It looks like we have a few patients in for heat stroke. The tempter was at 101 yesterday and is going to be super-hot again today. I think we have them on fluids and should be discharged today." I nodded again grabbing the clipboard and looked at the names of each person, in each room. As I looked down the list, I found that we had only a few empty rooms. "I hear sirens." I looked up fast and stood up even faster watching an ambulance pull into the sectioned off parking lot, specifically for ambulances. I set my coffee down and grabbed a pen, shoving it into my scrub pant pocket. I walked around the counter fast and adjusted my stethoscope on my neck walking to the automatic doors. When they pushed open I watched two male paramedics pull a gurney out and walked out to them quick. I felt a little sidetracked as the gurney got put in front of me, and I stared down at the person lying on it. It looked like a 16 or 17-year-old boy. His face was bloody and bruised. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and I could see bruises and cuts along his torso and chest.

"We have a 16-year-old male, with several broken bones, and what we believe to be internal bleeding." I looked up to the paramedic who got beside me, as we pushed the gurney into the hospital. "We got a call from a neighbor that there were screams heard from his neighbor's house. The cops got to it first and called us immediately. This kid got his ass kicked by his dad. Dad through him down the basement stairs, and then beat him. The cops said the man admitted to using a baseball bat." I sucked in a hard breath as I helped them push the gurney into an empty bright room. "We put a morphine drip in his arm because he was complaining about a lot of pain. He told us on the way over, he doesn't want medical treatment because it's just him and his dad, and his dad can't afford it." I stared up at the paramedic who nodded, not looking happy. I shook my head and looked down at the fast-asleep kid. We pushed the gurney next to the bed in the room and one of the paramedics walked to the other side of the hospital bed and grabbed the white sheet under the kid.

"On my count." He locked eyes with me and I grabbed the sheet as well. "One, two, Three." We lifted the kid fast, and the paramedic who was talking to me, quickly moved the gurney out of the way and I stepped forward quick, placing the kid on the bed, softly, and gently. "You just have morphine in him? Or is that a saline drip?" I reached on the wall quick and pulled out a pair of medium sized gloves slipping them on fast. I quickly tilted the kids face to look at me seeing multiple cuts littering his white skin.

"We have the morphine and a drip. He is malnourished, from what I can tell. And his hemoglobin level was super low. I think he's lost quiet a bit of blood." I nodded bending slightly and looked at the cuts on his chest.

"How did he get these cuts?" I looked up to the two paramedics who were carefully putting the morphine and saline bags onto the pole attached to the hospital bed. I glanced over my shoulder seeing Amber walking in, gloves on her hands, and mask over her face. "Can you get the sterile wipes and get in an order in for some blood. I'm going to do a transfusion." She nodded fast putting a clipboard on the bed, next to the kid's leg. I looked back to the paramedics who were quickly putting their equipment on the gurney.

"What's his blood type?" Amber quickly took a sheet from one of the paramedics as I slowly lowered the bed, wiping blood off of his face with the back of my hand.

"B positive. And the cops said the cuts are from a belt." I looked up fast as the paramedic smiled small, nodding. "His dad is on his way to jail. In my mind he should be 6 feet under but…" He quickly tossed something balled up onto the gurney and started to push it out. "He asked us to bring his backpack with him. I glanced inside it…looked like he was getting ready to run away. Probably why his dad beat him." My heart broke as I saw Amber get beside me quick, placing several boxes of sterile wipes, and gauze and bandages. "Take care Doc." I nodded as I opened up one of the boxes and bent down again looking at one of the cuts on his cheek.

"Thanks guys. Keep hydrated out there today!" I didn't look back to hear them say they would, and gently started to clean the kids face. "Amber I want to have a scope go in him this morning. I want to find out if he just lost blood from the cuts, or if he is bleeding inside."

"Yes doctor. Would you like me to start cleaning his chest?"

"Yes please. And when we get him cleaned up, I'm going to get him x-rayed to see what is broken and start to cast him." She got on the other side of the bed and quickly started to clean up the cuts on the poor kid's chest. "How can a man take a belt to his kids face?" She shook her head as she carefully wiped over his ribs.

"I'm not sure, but I think I see a couple broken ribs." I glanced down to the clean skin she was pointing at as she threw a bloody wipe in between the kid's legs, on the bed. "So, between being thrown down a flight of stairs, getting hit with a belt and probably his father's fists, he was more concerned about not being able to pay for a hospital visit than anything else."

"Doesn't matter. We'll bill the dad and be over and done with it. Do those cuts look deep?"

"Not enough for stiches, no." I nodded quickly tossing a wipe tot eh same spot Amber did. "This poor boy. You can see it in his face. The pain."

"I know. We're going to take good care of him." We locked eyes for a second as she nodded once, and then went right back to work.

I didn't mind that it took me 4 hours to work on this kid. Once he was cleaned up, I had him get x-rays done, and had a specialist put a scope down his throat, to pinpoint any bleeding. We couldn't find any bleeding inside, and once I looked at his x-rays, I saw two broken ribs on his right side, and his left collar bone was broken. His hemoglobin level was low, but before we put blood back in him, I got his ribs casted, and his shoulder casted. After it was all said and done, and he was in a hospital gown, cleaned up, and getting blood pumped back into him, I finally sat down. I sat on a stool next to his body and filled out his paperwork, leaving notes for the nurses and other doctors who would go check up on him. I constantly checked his vitals, hearing a strong healthy sounding heart, with fairly normal BP. When his chart was filled out, and I wrote on the white board just reiterating what was on his chart, I felt exhausted. I sighed out as Amber walked in, holding an extra blanket. I quickly walked to the curtains and shut them, to block out the bright sun so the kid was blinded when he woke up. "So, I assume he's going to be waking up here soon. So, I ordered a big lunch. He doesn't have any dietary restrictions, does he?"

"No. It just will be up to him what he can handle." She nodded, and I looked down at his pale, cut up face, before pulling off my gloves and walking out of the room. "When they do rounds this morning, I want to be in here with you when you tell them about him." I grabbed my coffee mug, from the same place I left it this morning when I first got to Amber and took a big sip of the cold liquid.

"Sounds good. Doctor Price just called and gave the okay for that being the only bag we use for his transfusion." I nodded as she walked out to me, gently shutting the curtain of the room, halfway so she could still see inside from her chair. "Also, while you were finishing up in there, your cute banker friend came in. I let him sit in your office." I frowned gently squeezing her arm as I walked past her, drinking the rest of my coffee. "Don't forget about our lunch date!" I gave a thumbs up to her, as I walked quickly to my office, down a long, quiet hallway just off to the side of the emergency room. I walked in my open office frowned at the back of James's head clearing my throat softly.

"Hey buddy." He turned quick and smiled up at me as I walked to my desk. "This is early for you. Especially on a Sunday." He laughed shrugging and I quickly pulled my zip up sweater on before I sat down. "Everything okay?" He sighed out as he leaned forward and shook his head.

"I need your help with something. Something to do with Carlos." I frowned scooping up papers on my desk and loudly straightening them before putting them in the corner of my desk eyeing him still. "The past couple of days…he's been acting weird. Every night he came home from work this week, he went straight to our room, and shut himself in there for at least an hour. When he comes out, he's showered, and acts like nothing is wrong. We go on to have dinner and everything is normal. But on Friday night my curiosity got the best of me and I asked him what the deal was. He got defensive, told me I was a paranoid jackass and made me sleep on the couch." I frowned sitting back and watched him shift his eyes to my messy desk. "I think he's screwing around."

"You sound stupid." He looked up fast and I sat up straight shaking my head. "Maybe work has been rough. He's literally running around with toddlers and pre-teen kids all day, at a summer camp."

"Yes, but every time he calls me during the day, he says he loves doing it, and is going to sign up to be in charge of it again next year. He loves it Logan. And I know I'd be the first person he told if something, didn't go right at work. So, I have to jump to conclusions and assume he's hiding something, especially when he gets defensive about it."

"Cheating is not Carlos's game James. You and I both know that." I raised my eyebrows at him making him chuckle at sit back putting his head in one hand while he played with the frayed hole in his jeans on his knee with his other hand.

"I get it. That's a dig at me because I cheated once upon a time ago." I rolled my eyes shoving my hands into the pockets of my sweater and he laughed again. "Thanks for your help Logan." He started to stand but I stood up faster.

"You haven't asked me for any help yet James. I'm just trying to walk you off the ledge. Stop assuming the worst and talk to him about it. And I mean really talk to him about. Not a screaming match."

"He pushed me out Logan! What am I supposed to do? Tie him down and force him to tell me shit?" I went still and remained quiet, staring at him as he stood up tall in front of me, huffing out. He closed his eyes and put up his hands, palms facing me. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to yell…I'm just…" He opened his eyes slowly and swallowed hard. "I feel helpless. I feel stuck."

"James you have been married to Carlos for almost 12 years. Did you honestly think it was always going to be easy?" He lowered his head fast and sat back down in his chair. I sighed out, taking my hands out of my pockets, and walked around my desk to him. I saw out my door, the automatic doors open, and a few doctors walk out, but quickly sat on the edge of my desk in front of James putting a hand on his shoulder. "Do you remember how many nights I called you and Carlos…to tell you about Chris being drunk again and feeling stuck? DO you remember what you told me every single time?"

"I'm coming over to beat his ass?" I shook my head as he looked up and smirked. "I told you if it was a love you wanted, you had to fight for it. Even if it meant getting into an argument with Chris." I nodded rubbing his shoulder. "Arguments with Carlos are bad though Loges. He cries, and I feel terrible, and try to fix it, and we end up never talking about it again. He knows I can't handle seeing him upset. He uses it against me."

"Just like you use your loud booming voice to make sure he isn't heard, and you are." He looked out my window quick and I cupped the side of his neck shrugging. "I'm not the person you should be talking to about this dude. You and Carlos have to strong of a relationship to let some communication problems get the best of you." He nodded slowly, and I stood up slowly taking my hand off him. "Now go home to him. Talk to him. Tell him how you feel." James chuckled and stood up slowly walking around me, blocking my door from me.

"I'm worried though. The few times I went to check up on him in our room, I heard him on the phone. He was always talking low and fast. And didn't want to tell me who it was he was talking to, just that it was nothing for me to worry about. How do I talk to him without raising my voice?"

"Duct tape?" He frowned and flipped me off as he slowly started to turn to my door. "Just remember you love him and…" I stopped talking seeing James go still and ridged in front of me. I put a hand on his shoulder blade and started to move around him but also went still. Standing in more doorway of my office, was my dad. "Dad?" He smiled small but looked away from me, to look at James. "What are you doing here?" I quickly walked in front of James, to separate them and swallowed hard.

"I have a little problem with one of your friends Logan. Pretty convenient you're here Agent Diamond." My dad put his hands in his pants pockets and took a step towards me. "Seeing as the problem I have is with your husband." I turned quick and grabbed a hold of James, who immediately stepped forward.

"Get the fuck against the wall John. Hands behind your back."

"Stop! Wait! Please!" I shoved at him and turned to my dad quick watching him pull out his cell phone. "What do you mean?"

"So, know one knows innocent school teacher Carlos is working with some bad guys to bribe me?" I slouched watching James walk out from behind me but put up an arm to stop him. "I have some interesting phone calls from a voice, I didn't recognize at first because it was altered. I was told to take care of Demetri's family, or my son and grandson would be murdered." I sucked in a hard breath looking to James who tilted his head slowly. "I immediately started to try to figure out who the hell was threatening me but complied. I couldn't risk you, or little Gabriel." I swallowed hard turning back to my dad, who raised his cell, and smiled. "And then I got this voicemail this morning. The voice is of course still distorted, but there was a name said, very faintly in the background, and I knew I had the guy who was going to be killed by my hands." I grabbed a hold of James again, squeezing his arm feeling my stomach turn. My dad quickly pressed play on a message and put it on speaker. It cracked a few times before a quiet, scared sounded voice came out.

"You weren't supposed to go to any law enforcement. You break my rules, I go back on my promise. I…" I froze as there was a throat get cleared and locked eyes with my dad. "Give me a second James. I'll be right out baby." The message ended, and my dad put his phone back in his pocket. He looked from me, to James and nodded slowly.

"Let's go take a little trip and visit Carlos, shall we?"