"But I already told everything to Danny," Jamie argues. He an Baez have been sitting in the conference room for at least fifteen minutes, just staring at each other.

"Yeah, Reagan, I got that. Humor me." Baez raises an eyebrow at him.

"You do this to everyone?"

"No. Your brother just wanted you out of the room."

"Maybe he could've just asked me to leave."

"It's Danny, what'd you expect? Now come on and get it over with it."

"Alright," he sighs. "My partner and I were leaving the precinct after tour. This was the eleventh, since we got off at midnight. We were standing by my car talking, when some guy in a dark car comes down the street. Now it's dark, and it's snowing, and the only light on the road comes from the street lights, but this guy still doesn't have his headlights on. And I mean, that's weird of course, but I didn't think much of it. I didn't think much of it until three shots came from that car." Jamie shifts uncomfortably in his chair. His eyes are fixed on some nonexistent spot on the floor.

"I think one of the shots grazed my car. Another went off somewhere, and the third hit Eddie. I- I grabbed her arm to pull her down - try and get us out of the line of fire - and when I looked at her her shirt was covered in blood. I could hardly see her in the dark, but her eyes were dark and pained. Someone was yelling about there being a bus on the way and someone else was yelling about getting the plates off the car. I wasn't thinking straight by then - I was freaking out, and Eddie kept drifting in and out, and her blood was all over my hands."

"Is that all?" Baez asks gently.

"Yeah... I got in the bus when it finally got there. When we got here, to St. Vic's, the docs took Eddie off some place and left me standing at the trauma doors. I finally ended up in the waiting room - still covered in blood - and now we're here." He shrugs tiredly.

"It was Kara Walsh who got the plates. I think you know her?"

"Yeah, uh, Walsh's a great cop."

Baez's phone buzzes and she pulls it out to find a text from Danny: Ask him about the car. 81 Monte Carlo?

"Danny wants to know if you can remember anything about the car that came by," she asks Jamie.

"Dark car - probably black. It was a Chevy, I saw the SS on the door. Looked like an older car though."

"Okay," she says, typing out a reply to her partner. 'Jamie ID's car as dark colored Chevy - saw SS emblem. Says older model,' she writes.

"You're free to go, Officer Reagan."

"Nice talkin' with you, Detective."


Jamie makes his way down to the cafeteria and grabs a salad in one of those plastic containers, then heads back upstairs. When he gets there it's not Danny's voice that he hears drifting out of the room, but Renzulli's.

"'Specially when I'm trying to explain something to him with out shouting out every detail for everyone to hear... Oh yeah, Jamie can be a real dumbass sometimes," he hears Eddie say, laughing.

"What's this I hear about my being a dumbass?" he asks as he walks in.

"Well speak of the devil," Renzulli says. "Took ya long enough, kid."

"I got lunch," Jamie explains, holding up his salad as evidence. Eddie wrinkles her nose at his choice, and Renzulli smiles at them.

"Tell him why he's a dumbass, Sarge," Eddie prompts enthusiastically.

"Well you see, Reagan, this is exactly why I came out here to talk to you two."

"I feel like I'm missing something."

"You are. Because you can be amazingly stupid and oblivious for someone so smart. Which brings me to my point - I'm splitting you two up. It's the end of an era."

"Okay, now I don't get it," Eddie says.

"Yeah, me neither, Sarge."
"Do I have to spell it out? I already warned ya about this, Reagan, so you should be glad I'm not moving one of ya out of the twelve. I like you both too much to do that to myself."

"This is about..."

"Yeah, Harvard, you're gettin' there," he chuckles. "I'm splitting you two up because you are so obviously in love with each other. And you have been since you met. It's getting painful to watch."

"So let me get this straight," Eddie pauses, finding the right words. "You're splitting us up... so we can go out with each other? Really, Sarge?"

"That is exactly right, Officer Janko. Except you're already going out with each other."

"We are not!" Jamie exclaims. Eddie raises an eyebrow at him.

"You are. She gets it, Reagan, listen to her 'cause I'd really like to see you get married before I die." With that, Sergeant Renzulli stands up and leaves, clapping Jamie on the shoulder as he walks by.

"Wow," Jamie says once he's gone.

"Wow..." Eddie echoes.

"Alright."

"How was you interview?" she asks to distract him.

"It was fine. Baez said they think they have a guy?"

"Yeah, one of my dad's old clients. He's... a jerk," she waves a hand dismissively. "Anyway, guess what I did while you were gone!"

"What'd you do?" he smiles, reclaiming his seat next to her.

"I talked to Danny, of course, but then he left and Rey came in to tell me she was leaving. So you just missed her. But this is the important part: the doctors came in and Morales, the main one, said that if everything stays fine I might get released tomorrow! And then they took out my chest tube - which hurt like a bitch, but that's why they make pain meds," she shrugs. "I'm gonna have some wicked scars."

Jamie just looks at her at that - the look that's just so... Jamie that she doesn't know how else to describe it.

"What're you gonna do with all that time when you get out?" he sighs, and she laughs.

"I dunno. Watch shitty shows on Netflix? Try to sleep without having nightmares."

"Oh."

"Have you slept, Jamie?"

"Yeah, Reyan and I crashed at your place actually, but I was so exhausted I didn't think. I just fell asleep and didn't dream. I don't know what'll happen if I just try to sleep."

"You crashed at my place?"

"That's what I said."

"I thought that sweatshirt looked familiar..."

"This is mine. You stole this."

"Is this what Sarge meant when he said we were already going out?"

"Yeah, I think I see what he means now."

"Sometimes I really wonder how you ever got into Harvard."