This took me a bit of time to think through to make anything actually remotely good out of it, so I hope this serves nicely for you guys! Enjoy! And this is another split chapter… just as a heads up. ;)

ooOOoo

Truth was, I had no idea he'd silently been sitting there watching over me like a loyal pet watched over a sleeping child, because when I woke up, hints of the sun that was steadily rising above the city greeted me along with him smirking softly with blue eyes that were bright with amusement.

I stretched and pushed myself up into a more upright seated position. "How long have you been sitting there like a vulture?" I asked with a lightly teasing smirk.

He smiled softly. "Long enough. Can't be as long as you were sitting there like a vulture yourself," he replied, carefully rubbing at the back of his neck with his left hand. It eased my still insistent worry about him that he seemed okay and very much aware of how seriously he could've been injured by our mutual enemy, Andy.

"Oh, and you have a new message. I can only imagine what that would be about," he added with a nod to my phone on the bedside table as he eased back into the pillows with eyes fixed on the city outside the window.

I reached for my phone and fought to ignore the fact that he was clearly not satisfied with being marooned in the hospital when we had no idea where Drew had taken off to. The thought didn't appeal to me, and it was quite clear that it was under his skin annoying him about what happened.

The text had indeed been from the team, confirming my assumed thoughts that they'd be in shortly to see him.

"I don't think it's necessary for me to ask if you remember what happened." I knew I didn't.

The look in his eyes when he looked back over at me assured me I had assumed correctly. "We went to the address you had from him and all hell ensued," he summarized with a brief frown. "Lesson learned: Never try to fly solo," he added, almost rolling his eyes in what I took to be a move that was meant to tell me he didn't want the lecture on what could've happened.

"Hey," I said, my voice firm as I moved to sit on the edge of the bed beside him, "I'm not here to lecture you over what happened." I laid my hand gently on his arm and offered him a small smile, "I'm just glad you're okay."

The smile I received in return was, in more ways than one, obviously forced. I nearly frowned in a reaction to that. This was troubling him more than I wanted to admit to myself, and I was struggling to come up with a way to ease this on him.

"We'll find him, Mac. It's what we do."

He nodded, turning his gaze to the city once more. But I saw through those turbulent blue eyes clearly. He was thinking trouble. And he didn't like it. He was thinking that he got lucky – and even I knew that – and most of all, he was troubled about whatever had been exchanged between him and Andy.

And that was a storm I couldn't help him ride out. From the look of a dark, raging ocean in eyes that were usually a bit of a brighter shade of blue, at least seemingly, I hated the idea that I'd have to leave him to fight this battle by himself.

ooOOoo

The team had come and gone by now and admittedly, I was up most likely against the doctor's wishes. But I was restless. I couldn't help but think about the dark predicament Andy had so plainly embraced and told me. It was clear to me that this wouldn't satisfy him.

I heard knuckles lightly knock against the doorframe and I looked over my shoulder to see Jimmy. We locked eyes for a few brief seconds before he walked over to join me at the window and we both looked out to the city.

"How you holding up?" he asked, looking over at me after a few minutes.

I sighed. "Mentally or physically?" I offered as a response, studying the city that I knew almost as well as the back of my hand by now. I just couldn't stop dwelling over what had happened and what I could almost feel was in the future.

Jimmy studied me for a few moments, and I ignored his concerned assessment of me, still more troubled with the thoughts raising questions in my head.

"You're thinking it isn't over," Jimmy finally said, looking back to the city.

I took a deep breath and nodded, ignoring how I was still sore from yesterday's events. I'd been through worse and what I felt was at hand definitely took priority in my mind. "I feel like a wreck, to be honest with you," I said. "What Andy said and did… It just doesn't seem like he'll be satisfied with this."

Jimmy nodded. "You gonna try and keep me out of it again?" he asked, looking over at me again.

I looked over at him and saw the determination in his eyes. I knew I couldn't keep him out of it no matter what I tried now. "No," I said finally. "I don't think I can do this without you."

Jimmy put a hand on my shoulder as we looked back out to the city again. "You won't have to. I don't know if I gave you the impression that I held you accountable for what happened back then… but I don't want to do that no more. Besides, what's done is done," he said.

I looked over at him, a little taken by surprise. He offered his other hand out to me.

"Think we can move on, Mac?"

I looked over him for a moment, in a rush remembering what we had done back then and all those times we'd hung out and how we'd lied to CPD about everything…

I took his hand and he gave me a firm handshake and what I can only describe as a reassuring squeeze of my hand.

"Now… About settling things with my little brother."

I nodded, finding my determination again with Jimmy's solid words and actions of encouragement. "We have to find him first."

Jimmy shrugged. "It's me and you. How hard could it be?"

ooOOoo

"This the place?" Jimmy asked as we took the last few steps down to the deserted platform.

"Track Six," I responded with a nod. "Train to nowhere."

Jimmy nodded. "He always did like puzzles."

I frowned slightly and nodded. "This one's a little too literal for my tastes," I said.

Jimmy nodded in agreement as we walked to the middle of the platform, looking out towards the dark and quiet tracks.

"The train still runs up through here, but not a lot of people even know it's still here. They expanded the IRT line and that's why this place is nothing much more than a ghost town," I explained, scanning my gaze over the platform we stood on.

Jimmy nodded and pulled his phone again, reading over the message both of us had received. "Track six, huh?" he asked, frowning as he looked down at his phone.

I nodded and looked over at him. "That mean something to you?"

Jimmy nodded. "It's like you said: Train to Nowhere. That's song six on an album I've heard a bit about."

I frowned slightly and nodded. "He liked puzzles," I said. "And clues are all he gave me for this. Clues and hints and a reason to struggle with not scaring the shit out of my team," I muttered, shaking my head. "All these years…"

Jimmy sighed and nodded in agreement. "He obviously put a lot of time in to this. Check this out," he said, pulling up something on his phone before he handed it to me.

"It's the lyrics to the song. Train to Nowhere."

It took me only a few moments to pick out the significance of the lyrics of the song and throw them out in to the larger-scaled picture of our problem.

I shook my head and handed Jimmy back his phone as I looked back to the dark tunnel in front of the platform. "I'm on this train until I die," I said, frowning as I saw clear truth in the lyrics. "One hell of a train, indeed."

Jimmy nodded as he put his phone away in the inside pocket of his jacket again. "I'm just really hoping that this goes a little better than I'm thinking it will," he said.

I nodded in agreement. Then footsteps interrupted us. We both looked over our shoulders to see Andy walking to join us.

"Mac Taylor," he said, walking up beside me. I managed to keep myself stationary, but remembering what had happened to me and how I'd been the last time he was this close spiked my uneasiness a little more than I'd like to admit.

"I heard this is about Will," Jimmy interjected before things could get too harsh between Andy and I. "Andy… Why didn't you tell me?"

"What for?" Andy asked, frowning. "Don't get soft on me, Jimmy. I can take care of myself."

"And going after me is the solution to your problems?" I asked. "Do you know what kind of trouble you've already gotten yourself into?"

Andy smirked. "What? Attempted Murder of a Crime Scene Investigator? Please, I could kill you right now and be done with it, couldn't I?"

"Andy… please," Jimmy interjected, stepping in front of me and grabbing Andy's wrist forcefully. "This isn't going to do anything! I lost Will, and I'm not ready to lose you too."

Andy jerked his wrist free from Jimmy's grasp and I stepped back with Jimmy as Andy glared at both of us. "Why the hell didn't you guys just fess up, huh? You had to lie to me all those times about what you were doing and look where the hell it got all of us! Will's dead!"

"And that means you have to be a killer?" I shot back with as much heat in my voice as I'd heard in his. "Andy, what happened was something out of our control! We were all just kids! What matters is our choices about what happened, not what happened. What's done is done, Andy… What sets us up now is what we chose to take from what's happened. Trying to change it isn't going to give anything to any of us."

Jimmy laid a hand on my shoulder in some kind of attempt to hold me back. I didn't even really notice, to be totally honest.

"He's right, Andy… We have to move on… Killing anyone won't bring Will back," he said.

Andy's eyes flashed with anger as he looked at the two of us. "Is this what I get? You two ganging up on me to try and change my thoughts about what happened?" he snapped. "I know it won't bring him back, but Will was killed! How the hell am I supposed to not hold you two responsible? You were there!"

Jimmy and I took another step back. I think it was mostly because of the hatred we were hearing. I myself couldn't quite grasp how we were trying to reason with him when he had so much conviction in his words.

"Andy, please," Jimmy tried again, holding his hands up in front of him, "We can't change what happened. And neither of us killed Will. Bobby Toole killed Will."

Andy seemed to struggle with that. I could see he was thinking about drawing that handgun I knew he had in his pocket. But I felt just as stunned as Andy seemed to be. They did always say that truth was a hard pill to swallow, but somehow… this seemed to be a hard truth for all of us to try and take.

Andy shook his head. "What's done is done!" he snapped, repeating what both Jimmy and I had already said, "And for that reason… I think I'll have to finish what I started."

And he drew that gun, making both Jimmy and me take yet another step back, hands up.

"Don't do it, Andy!" I yelled, feeling like I could barely register what was going on. His hesitation was the same that I remembered.

He turned his attention to me, the aim of his gun following his eyes. "You know what… Maybe I ought to kill you first, Detective Taylor." He put emphasis on each syllable of 'Detective' and I found myself unable to think of a response.

The silence stretched off in to the yawning darkness of the tunnel, and I finally came to the conclusion…

This was how this game was to end. Silence… Hesitation… and Gunshots.

Jimmy was tense beside me and I closed my eyes, already prepared for the action of the gun I could already hear echoing in my ears from time after time of hearing it…

Instead I heard the footsteps as he walked towards both of us. "On your damn knees. I'm not letting you get out of this that easily."

And so Jimmy and I got down on our knees with Andy keeping the gun on us the whole time. Andy found the handcuffs I carried on my belt and tightened them around my wrists until I winced as the metal dug deep in to my skin and I caught a satisfied smirk flash with ease across his face out of the corner of my eyes before I looked over at Jimmy.

And I saw the same acceptance reflected in his eyes. So this is how this was going to end…

That was a hell of a long shot past what I had thought over all these years…

I had never thought it would come to this… Never this…