A/N: I couldn't keep you all hanging too long on that cliffhanger. :) See the first chapter for the disclaimer. Song in this one is "Heaven" by 3 Doors Down. I hope you all enjoy the resolution, and please review. :)

Chapter 11: All I Had To Do To Save My Own Life Was to Look Into Your Eyes

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Jamie nodded for what felt like the hundredth time. "Yes," he said. "I swear."

Erin sat on the bed next to her younger brother, watching him for any tells. Finding none, she finally nodded in concession.

Danny was the next to hurry in, nearly knocking over one of the ER techs. "Kid, you okay?" he asked as he arrived.

"I'm fine," Jamie replied.

Danny looked at him skeptically.

"Does no one take me at my word in this family?"

"You do have a tendency to lie to us," Erin reminded him.

Jamie rolled his eyes as Frank made his way in. "I'm okay," he told his father.

Frank simply nodded.

Allie managed to push her way through the crowd that had now formed in the room, looking at Jamie. "The gang's all here, hey Scoob?" she said in her best Shaggy voice.

Jamie laughed softly. "How's Eddie?" he asked her instead of responding.

"Minor cuts, some bruising. Nothing's broken, though. She'll be released soon."

"Good."

"She said she tackled your ass. Getting soft in your old age?"

"More like she saw it first." Jamie looked over at Danny. "She said we were being watched, in a way that was abnormal for us just walking down the street. And I felt it, too, but I think she recognized that something was off with the car when we got back to it."

"I'll say she did," Erin commented.

"What happened?" Danny asked.

"She threw something at it and it blew up," Jamie answered.

"Hell of a throw."

Jamie shifted slightly as he nodded.

"What'd she throw, her nightstick?" Allie asked.

"She might've," Jamie replied.

"Well, hell, it's better replacing a nightstick than one of you," Danny said.

Jamie nodded before turning to Frank. "Sorry about the car… again…."

"Just glad you two are alright," Frank replied.

"You make a habit of destroying cars?" Allie asked.

"Not really," Jamie replied.

"At least two police cruisers," Erin said.

"Not to mention Joe's car," Danny added.

"That settles it," Allie said. "No more nice things for you."

Jamie rolled his eyes again.

"Alright, Kid, who has it out for you?" Danny asked.

"I don't know," Jamie replied. "Could be any of a dozen or so people."

"Well, I'm gonna step out for a minute," Allie said. "Natalie's gonna come back to finish up with you."

"Alright."

Allie squeezed out as Eddie made her way into the crowd of Reagans. Linda looked up at Allie from the chart on the desk in front of her. "You okay?" she asked.

Allie sighed softly.

Linda scoffed lightly. "Guess not," she said.

Danny walked out of Jamie's room and over to Allie and Linda. "Hey babe," he said, hugging his wife and kissing her.

"Jamie's fine," she said.

"I know."

"I'll be right back." Linda made her way toward another room of the ER.

"Danny, I'm so sorry," Allie said.

"For what?" he replied, giving her a confused look.

"This is all my fault. My ex… he's in town somewhere, and I just… I know that this… this was all him."

"What, trying to blow up Jamie and Eddie?"

"Yes." At his worsened confused look, she pointed at the vase on the distant counter. "Those are from him. A reminder, I guess. I don't know. But there's no coincidence that these flowers are delivered here today, the same day that the car…." Allie's voice trailed off.

Danny nodded slowly. "What's his name, your ex?"

"Aaron. Aaron Greenfield."

"Got it," Danny said as he scribbled it down. "Just out of curiosity, did you change your name back?"

Allie shook her head. "Didn't take his name."

"Really?"

"I was just starting out as a doctor. It was too much to change it in the first place. He hated it, but he tolerated it as long as I announced myself as Allie Daniels-Greenfield." She shrugged. "I think there was always a part of me that knew that Aaron and I weren't meant to be together forever."

Danny didn't respond to that comment, choosing instead to ask, "does he go by any other names?"

Allie thought for a few moments before saying, "he came by the ER a few weeks ago. Used the name… Mark. Mark Sanders. Had a license and an insurance card."

"Alright, I'll look into it. In the meantime, be careful. You know this guy. If he's crazy enough to go after two cops…"

"Danny, I know him better than he knows himself," Allie interrupted. "I know enough to double check everything and lock my doors. Security's been walking me to my car every day since he showed up in the ER the first time. I never take the same route twice, don't go to the same places, never stick to a routine…"

"I know I'm gonna regret asking this, but why are you so well versed in ducking stalkers?"

"Nothing nefarious, I assure you. I just got some advice from a therapist. Sort of a control thing."

Danny nodded, putting his hand on Allie's arm. "Stay safe, alright?"

"I'll try," she told him honestly.

Danny gave Allie's arm a gentle squeeze before he walked away.