Elliot ran out to the truck, his nose bleeding, a long gash on his cheek. He had to get to Katie. From half way across the parking lot, he saw that the door was open, and something red trickled onto the concrete below. He broke into a run. " Katie!" He approached the truck, and fell to his knees, beside the front seat. " Oh, Katie. What happened?"

"Elliot?" Katie rasped, raising her head and trying to rise. " Is that you?"

"Yeah, Darlin' it's me, you lie back now, don't try to move. We'll get you to the hospital."

"Elliot," Katie said, her voice barely above a whisper, " I called Parker, she's coming."

"Alright, Sweetheart, alright." Suddenly, he growled. " Katie, what happened?"

"There was someone waiting here, he –" her head fell back, hitting his shoulder. His eyes fell on her arm.

"Katie! You're bleeding! He shot you!"

"Elliot!" A van pulled up two parking spaces away from them and a blond woman ran out, her disheveled hair blowing wildly in the wind "Katie!" She gasped in shock and knelt down. "Is she dead?"

"No. where's the ambulance?"

"Coming!" The sound of sirens came, as if on cue.

As Katie was loaded onto a stretcher, Parker and Elliot both walked beside it.

"It'll be fine, Baby." Hardison spoke to Parker, pulling her into a brief hug.

"I hope so." Parker and Elliot both climbed into the ambulance with the stretcher.