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Nick, Monroe, and Juliette had stayed all night in the waiting room. Nick kept telling them to go home, get some rest, that he'd call them if anything changed, but neither of the other two made any moves to leave. Juliette seemed to just want to be near Nick like she was afraid he was going to snap if the news he heard was bad. She kept her hand on him somehow, through the whole night.

Nick kept pacing the room and he must have called the station a hundred times. He'd found out Jones was in a cell and would be arraigned and bail set in the morning.

Monroe knew he wasn't leaving until Katie told him too. Or they told him that she never would. Besides, he knew that if he left the hospital he'd go to the jail and take Tommy out. He was a Blutbad, it wouldn't be that hard to get himself thrown in jail. Once in there, he'd be done before the guards could even get the bars unlocked.

He struggled not to shift. He found himself formulating plans to get thrown in jail. In wolf form, there wasn't much he couldn't take out. Including the locked doors that was keeping him out there in the waiting room. He was practically snarling for the taste of Tommy's blood and even at his worst, he hadn't hunted humans. He had never crossed that line.

Katie didn't wake up till late the next morning. Every part of her hurt. It even hurt to breath. Her head was throbbing and it seemed every muscle was on fire. She didn't know how she got to the hospital. She didn't even remember how she got so beat up. The last thing she remembered was leaving the stadium and then waking up in the hospital. The doctors told her that that was normal when you had a concussion, but they didn't tell her how she got that concussion though she had a pretty good ideal.

The nurses let Nick come in to see her, even though it wasn't visiting hours.

"What happened, Nicholas?" She asked. "I remember leaving the game and that's it until a few minutes ago."

Nick wasn't surprised she didn't remember. "Well, from what we know, Tommy was waiting for you when you left. He forced you to get in his car and when you escaped he shot you, then he knocked you down and kicked you until somebody pulled him off of you."

"Where is he?" She looked panicked.

"He's in jail, Katie. He isn't coming back." Nick said.

"Until his daddy bails him out," she muttered.

"He isn't coming back. Trust me." He tried to change the subject. "Juliette is here. So is Monroe." Big brother or not, the detective did not miss the light that came into her eyes and the small smile that flitted across her bruised face when he said Monroe. "They're worried about you."

"I'll be okay," she said. "I hope."

"You'll be just fine," he told her with a confidence he didn't feel.

When Monroe finally got to see Katie, the beast in him roared to life. She was covered in tubes and wires. She had a black eye, a bruise on her cheek, a cut along her jaw, and a large purple bruise disappearing in to her hairline.

He sat down beside her and held her hand. He made himself calm down. At this point, he was hoping her ex would be released just so he could hunt him down.

"Don't do it, Eddie," she said.

"Do what?" he asked.

"Whatever it is you're thinking, don't do it."

"Kate, I can't..., I can't let this keep happening to you," he said. "I'm going to do what I have to do to protect you."

"Protect me from what? He's in jail."

"For how long? Katie, I've only known you for five months and in that short time he's damn near killed you twice. Do you really think he's going to stop before you're dead?" His eyes flashed red. "I'm not going to let that happen."

"It's not going to happen."

"Seriously, Kate? Do you see yourself? You're in ICU. Next time it'll be the morgue."

"He's not..."

"No." Monroe interrupted her. "This is so screwed up. Nick doesn't usually have time to even drink a cup of coffee, but he still finds time to call you everyday just to hear that you're alive because he's scared that bastard is going to kill you one day. You are just as scared. You lock your doors a hundred times before you feel safe. You, you should be terrified of me. All those things Marie told you? They're true. Everything in you should be telling you to run away from me, but you're more scared of him! Does that even make sense?"

"I'm not stupid," she said. "I know what he's capable of. I know better than anyone what Tommy can and will do. That's why I know that if he wanted me dead, I would be. He doesn't want me dead. He wants me to suffer. If you go after him now, while he's locked in jail, then it won't be for protection. It'll be for revenge and you're better than that. And for the record, I know what you are capable of as well."

"If he gets out...," Monroe growled.

"If he gets out, we'll deal with that then," she said. "You're better than this and he isn't worth you giving up everything you've worked for."

"No, he's not, but you are," he said.

"And then Nick'll be forced to go after you and I don't want." she stopped. "Just promise me that you won't do it."

He stared at her for a few seconds. He couldn't promise that. "Somehow, I doubt Nick would be that upset."

"Promise me."

He sighed. "I won't go after him while he's in jail. That's the best I can do, Kate. If he gets out, if he comes near you again, he's dead."

"Okay." She smiled. "Now, kiss me and make it better."

Monroe laughed, despite himself, but the wolf was still howling for Tommy's blood.