Jamie drove toward the city, Dean in the back of the cruiser, his body contorted awkwardly, his forehead resting uncomfortably against the window. His hands were still cuffed behind his back and, if Jamie could have seen his face, she would have known immediately that there was something wrong. Something other than the first stages of cocaine withdrawal. He had already begun to shake and to sweat profusely against the cool glass of the window but it was the shooting pain in his shoulder and down his arm that was the cause of his misery.

"Jamie, please," he begged yet again.

She turned deaf ears to his pleas for her to take him to the hospital. If she did take him to Good Samaritan and the doctors got a good look at him or drew blood for any reason; he would be out on his ass. She also suspected that he knew that the DEA agent he'd saved by jumping in front of a bullet would still be there for observation and the last people she wanted him to deal with were the DEA pricks she had just spent two days bringing up to speed. The rumor mill had been running overtime in Denver where Erin Scott was headquartered as soon as she and agent Colley had gone missing. And although no one but those involved knew what really happened those boys were out for blood so the hospital wasn't an option.

Pulling into Dean's driveway she noticed that Ty wasn't there yet and kept Dean in handcuffs as she led him up to the darkened front door, a flashlight in her hand.

"Is it safe?" she asked lifting his drooping head.

His eyes refocused on her and he said, "What? Yeah, it's okay. The key's on the ledge."

"Not very original, Bendis," she said reaching for it.

He snorted. "Yeah, but the switch plate in the foyer is so watch your step."

Jamie looked at him with disgust and wondered what he would have done if she'd come to him unannounced, in the middle of the night? Probably tell the coroner that she should have called first. She silently chastised herself. Unfortunately for her, Dean Bendis was not the type of man to be tied down or to give his house key easily.

Once inside they navigated around the small oval rug in the hallway and she dragged him into his bedroom and pushed him down to sit on his bed.

"You gonna take these off me now?" he asked with an impatient sigh and a grimace.

Jamie smiled, leaned in and kissed him soundly. Responding in kind, he closed his eyes and kissed her back as she rammed the hypodermic home. Furious, he head butted her and she fell backwards, momentarily stunned.

"You bitch!" he rasped trying awkwardly to stand but instead fell onto his back, a scream of pain and frustrated rage ripping from his throat.

Much to Jamie's relief he closed his eyes and passed out. She removed the cuffs and his clothing and, noting the massive bruise on his upper torso, maneuvered him onto the mattress then manacled his wrists and ankles to the bed. She'd just finished hooking him up to an IV for hydration and more sedation when she heard Ty's car pull up.

Skirting the switch plate he knew Dean used to booby trap his house when he was out on assignment, Ty walked into the bedroom and found his partner restrained and sedated while Jamie gingerly touched the bump on her forehead as she looked in the mirror.

Ty grabbed her chin and turned her face to him. Deducing the obvious he asked her with a crooked smile, "He give you any trouble?"

Jamie huffed a laugh and shook her head. "Not any more than usual."

Her bruise was the least of their problems and she crossed over to the bed and grabbed the sheet to show Ty.

"Hold on, girl," he said grabbing her hand before she could lift it, "I know this op is done but there are a few parts of Dean Bendis that need to stay undercover."

When she didn't laugh at his lame joke and her brow remained furrowed with concern, he let her pull down the sheet to show him the damage.

"He took a slug," Ty said stating the obvious.

He pressed down on Dean's chest where the bruising was the darkest and, even in his sedated state, the undercover cop moaned.

"I think his clavicle's busted," Ty told her and she looked questioningly at him. "Nothing to do for it but immobilize his arm but, by the looks of your head, I don't think we can un-cuff him until the worst of this is over."

Rubbing her forehead Jamie had to agree with him.

"So what happens next?" Ty asked as he set a number of DVD's down on the dresser and pulled off his jacket.

"You forget to stop at Blockbuster?" Jamie asked him and he laughed.

"Carter wanted me to get these from Clovis' office before the feds got there."

"What's on 'em?"

"Who knows? Dean said that Clovis was one paranoid son of a bitch."

"Aren't we all," Jamie replied thinking of Dean's booby trapped front entrance. She then thought to ask, "Do I need to be worried when I put the toilet seat down?"

Putting her concerns to rest Ty laughed again and shook his head.

"Nah, Dean figures if somebody's gonna come after him it'll be balls to the wall and through the front door. I'll disarm his little booby trap and take the black and white back before somebody misses it."

"How's Carter?"

Ty just shrugged. "You know Carter. He'd never tell you if there was anything wrong," he told her grabbing his jacket, "I'll be back as soon as I can."

"He'll be out for at least four hours. Why don't you go see Melissa before you come back?"

"You'll be okay?"

"Sure," she assured him then pointed to the DVD's, "All I need is some popcorn."

When Ty came back in the morning, freshly showered and shaved, Jamie sat in the curtained darkness of Dean's bedroom, his laptop on her knees, the screen illuminating her face.

With a cursory glance at Dean, who remained in much the same position as when he'd left him, Ty removed his jacket and stood behind her to look over her shoulder. "Any award winners in the pile?"

Jamie turned to look up at him, her eyes haunted. "Oh, yeah," she said dully.

She'd seen them all from start to finish. Four or five staring Dean Bendis and Erin Scott and even one staring Erin Scott and Carter Shaw. But the one she'd played and rewound and played again maybe a hundred times was the one where Dean shot a man in the head in cold blood.