Disclaimer: I do not own The Night Shift.

Note: Takes place during R3B0OT. Will contain the much needed physical therapy that I 'forgot' about. Some team humor because it needs it. Just some bits and pieces. I get more anxious about the lack of news for season 5 with each passing day. I hope for good news! The first half of this was written in the aftermath of a migraine. Hopefully it is normal. Also not including Amura in this fic or the Amura plotline because... I don't like it.

Chapter 10

TC officially hated stretch bands. Combining physical strength in sore shoulder with motion in said shoulder was just simply miserable. It sent a series of pains in the general area that spread down his arm, and throbbed into his chest. He had much more motion in his shoulder now, and was almost able to move it completely with just a few halts, but he still lacked a lot of strength. Which is why Drew had suggested a stretch band. A suggestion he wished he had ignored. He had only been working at it for ten minutes, and his arm just wanted to fall off. The other was alright, seemingly laughing at the weak arm in its good ability. He had started small, with the least resistance, but even that one was proving to be too much work for the sore joint. It would have helped if he had not gotten it re-injured during the fight with Locke, and he was sure if that had not happened he'd be doing great by now. But unfortunately that had set back because of inflammation. He couldn't wait to get full motion back, and full strength, so he could get back to doing what he wanted to do.

That said, he was finally back on duty as an actual doctor, although with strict orders from Jordan that he was to be cautious. It was miles better than doing paperwork and sitting at a desk in utter boredom for the entire night, and he looked forward to taking on his first shift since he had gotten back. He checked the time, seeing he didn't have too much time left before he needed to head in. On the gym equipment he could see Drew beating the life out of a punching bag.

Show off, he thought. Kenny, who was back to full health after his minor spinal swelling from the incident was also there.

TC was rescued by a phone call, needing no other excuse to put down the torture band. It was Jordan, and he wasted no time in answering. Other hospitals owned by Cummings were experiencing technical issues, and they weren't sure why. At that news, they all went in early just in case things began to act up in their own ER, with strange things beginning even before the shift began. TC walked past Rick in the parking lot, who stopped to talk to Drew. He overhead a little bit about a raid they would be doing on some drug dealers. TC frowned. SWAT was good but there was always a risk that went along with the job, and he had seen many officers after a raid gone wrong end up in this very hospital. And if it went right then usually someone on the other end of the justice cycle ended up their anyway.

TC walked into Shannon mouthing off to a patient - already! He liked her. He really did. A sense of humor on the job and some tough skin went a long way, but sometimes she went a little overboard.

"Hey, don't snap their heads off," he said lightly when her patient had left, and Shannon turned to give him that look that he swear she had taken from Jordan. There was real anger blazing in her eyes though, and he wondered what someone had done to piss her off.

"Have you seen the performance review Jordan wrote about me?" Was what she said.

How did those get out in the open? "Uh, no," he said. "It can't be that bad, can it?" He asked. He had never really cared to look at his own reviews. It didn't personally matter to him what his superiors had thought of him, or whether or not they liked him. Most of them hadn't, of course, but it had never reflected back on him in any way. Sure, a few threats of being fired, a suspension here or there - but nothing permanent came from them. Because in the end he saved more patients with his 'cowboy antics' as people tended to call them than he lost. Clearly, Shannon did not share the same sentiment as him, but it didn't help that she was friends with Jordan and probably took her words more personally than she should.

"She said," Shannon began furiously swiping at her phone in the middle of the hallway while TC stood there awkwardly trying to ward off what would become immense rage. "I take my emotions out on my patients and I say things that are inappropriate. Can you believe it?" She said, still swiping at her phone as she tried to pull up the review from wherever it had been posted. Judging from the wait, it was not loading.

"Uh." Was his intelligent reply. I should lie, he thought, as she raised furious eyes to him. Her eyes flickered past him before he had managed to say anything else.

"Jordan!" She yelled, and he side stepped the purple-haired woman as she stormed across the floor to Jordan who had just walked around the corner, talking on the phone.

TC decided it would be best if he was somewhere else, and he quickly slipped into the nurse's area to go through patient files so he could determine which patient to take on first. It wasn't long after he had started on his patient, a young woman with a swollen neck when he heard a commotion outside the exam room. The monitors had been freaking out a few moments ago, turning on and off randomly despite not being used. Something must be going on with the electrical circuits.

"Excuse me for a moment," TC said to the lady who nodded and resumed looking down at her phone.

Stepping out he walked into the Twilight Zone... at least, in his opinion. The printer was shooting paper out all directions, all the computers were flickering and acting up. The TV turned itself off and on and alarms were going off all across the ER. He moved over to Cain who was trying to stop the paper from flying out, just as Jordan came out. "What's going on?" She asked, looking around at all the commotion. "One of the defibrillators was shocking a patient by itself," she added, nodding back at an exam room.

"I'm not sure, it just starting doing.. this," Cain said, giving up the fruitless task.

A moment later all of the computer screens stopped flickering and displayed a cartoonish skull, with the stereotypical maniacal laughter. With a sinking feeling TC realized their problem was probably a bit more complex than just technical issues.

While a technician was called he went back to his patient since there was nothing he could do about being hacked. He wasn't a computer expert by any means. Everyone had been given the warning to try not to use anything connected to the main system, so he was going to have to do without, which wouldn't pose too much of an issue. Unfortunately it meant trying to get any lab testing done would have to wait and if she had a serious infection that could be dangerous to her health. Although he suspected, since the swelling was her only symptom, not coupled with pain or even an itchy throat, that the lymph nodes were swollen because of irritation, and not a bacteria. He was explaining this to her and feeling for any masses in her neck when the lights went out.

This day just keeps getting better, he thought, sighing. "I'm sorry about that, we're experiencing some technical problems. The backups should be on in a few moments," he said, only to hear outside the door a moment later people shouting that the backups weren't turning on and they weren't sure why. "Okay, I'll just get a light."

It wasn't too different from working out in the field away from technology, something he was at least familiar with.

But it brought up a question he found very important to know. Why was someone hacking a hospital of all places? They were directly threatening the lives of every sick or injured person inside, for what? A kind of sick game? A superiority complex in which they could claim they did it? If any critical patient or emergency came in they would not even be equipped to deal with it, and if something went terribly wrong with any of their current patients then it could be an avoidable death or serious injury. TC couldn't really comprehend who would do it but people had done crazier things before and he wasn't exactly unfamiliar with how heartless people can be.

With nothing else to check for her sent his patient home with some precautionary medication and strict orders to return if it get worse or any new symptoms were present. He then decided to head out and see what was going on with the rest of the ER. Aside from Mrs. Frailey, most of the patients were cleared to leave which was good news for them. All incomings were being diverted to other hospitals.

The technician, a short, rounded nerd-like man came in and was working at the mainframe trying to fix the problem when Jordan reappeared warning everyone to use only O- blood because the blood matches were all incorrect.

She turned her attention to the tech, who was typing at furious speeds that not even TC would be able to come up with even on his best days. "I figured out how they got in," the tech was saying, and he came closer, near Cain who trying to clean up a spill. "A nurse had downloaded a pirated copy of candy crush from an unsafe website and it waited in the system."

He heard Cain whisper off to his left "they can do that?"

TC was inclined to agree. He wasn't technologically inept or anything. He used computers and tablets and smartphones like everyone else. But the idea that someone could hack an entire system through a downloaded game? Now that was something he had never heard of. He'd have to remember not to download anything off the Internet after this.

"How soon can we get back online?" Jordan asked, clearly not interested in the techno mumbo jumbo the tech was currently babbling about between gulps of an energy drink.

"I don't know. Even the backup is corrupted."

The conversation was interrupted by the doors slamming open as paramedics wheeled in a man surrounded by many SWAT members including Rick. Gwen looked around confused at the dark ER illuminated only by stand lights from the firetrucks. "What happened here?" She asked.

Jordan approached. "What are you doing here? We don't have power, all emergencies were supposed to be diverted."

TC ran up to the gurney, seeing one of the members of the SWAT team. A wound in his throat in which had been used as a direct breathing tube, and also an open injury in his side. His face was a few shades too pale, and he looked barely conscious. TC tuned out what was going on around him and looked at Rick, who was hanging onto the side of the gurney looking horrified. "What happened?" Raid gone wrong, obviously. But he didn't know the details of the injuries. Had he been shot?

"They had the door rigged with explosives, and he was breaching. They fired on us and I think he got hit," Rick said.

They didn't have access to a lot of equipment but surgery in the dark wasn't impossible. He had done it before, and he would do it now. And by the time they had pulled the wooden splinter from the man's pancreas, the lights suddenly kicked back on.

End chapter note: The final chapter won't be as long as the others as it will just be a wrap up! Since I already have an AU version of the next episode I wasn't sure I wanted to write another version... so basically will be ending in the next chapter with a healed shoulder and some niceties before starting the next story. I'll give some information about that at the end!