Tyler and me both slipped down the container and laid down the cover fire for the other team members to make entry, two men went down by Tyler and I, another from Brian who took the pot shot from his perch. Victor and Dave had taken cover when the weapons fire trained on them and the door burst into flames from the bullets hitting the C4 on the locks – we all dove out of the way as the door burst free and showered us with burning debris. We got further out of range and pulled all the detained men out of harm's way and secured them. Tyler and I headed into the container and found nothing there, where the hell had Keller gone?

"Cameron, status on Keller?" a voice ordered.

"Keller's not here boss – Tyler and I will check the building and report back once the men are secure in custody." I replied.

"Copied"

The other agents came in and made the arrests as the EMS checked the dead and I went over to check on Dave who had been grazed by a flying piece of shrapnel; wasn't too bad but he needed stitches and a tetanus shot so I sent him to the ambulance outside. Tyler and I made our checks of the building and came back empty handed apart from a briefcase that had Neal's name on it in chalk; we had checked it and headed outside to speak to Burke and Tanner who were waiting for information.

"Seems there is an emergency tunnel underneath the container, it leads directly onto the subway lines so we can't follow without knowing the route it's on, it was one hell of a piece of work and must be a recent addition to the building. We did find this though, it's been checked and contains old maps and notes on the U boat and design – it's addressed to Neal." I replied.

"It's clear of any dangers we can detect and it's full of old maps and grids, maybe Caffrey can give us some insight into it?" Tyler commented.

I was given the go ahead and headed over to where Neal was beside the car and smiled as I saw him clock me coming through the crowd of people; poor bugger must have been on the knife edge right through today even though I told him I would be fine. I headed over to where he was and laid the briefcase on the boot for him to have a look at, knowing Keller there could be clues anywhere on the case and contents and possibly only Neal would know where to look. He raised his eyebrow and felt along the edge of the leather, a small pop was heard and a small gap between the leather and the metal case appeared. All of a sudden gun fire rang out and I pulled Neal down onto the ground and covered him; we were all looking at the high points around us and Tanner was giving out orders and telling people to keep low behind their vehicles. Thankfully no one had been hit and the ricochet had hit the truck's window that was bulletproof and didn't penetrate the inside; we waited as part of the team checked the local rooftops and after nearly five minutes there was no other shots fired and I helped Neal up from the ground.

"Are you alright Neal?" I demanded still on alert.

"Yeah I'm good, that makes the blood flow a little faster!" he replies shakily.

I did a quick visual check of him and made sure he was fine and not injured in any way; I lowered my weapon and secured it to my vest so I could check the briefcase that Neal was busy with. He picked it up and we headed over the car park as I kept an eye out for any potential dangers coming from the rooftops, the single shot fired was not sitting well with me and I knew there was a trap waiting for us somewhere; I let Neal go ahead of me so I secured his side and then we both heard a voice that had the whole of SWAT and the team turn around and take aim at behind us.

"Neal you are a dead man!" the man shouted.

I spun towards the man and raised my weapon as he raised his a single shot rang out and a member of SWAT took him out but not before he released a hail of bullets from his SMG, I had spun in front of Neal and covered him as the bullets were fired; I was crouched over his body and took the impacts across my back and flipped over as they sent me to the floor on top of Neal as SWAT moved in towards the other man. Neal was just staring at me as lay on top of him and then starting shouting for help. I was lying on the ground gasping as the impacts had knocked the air right out of me and I couldn't catch my breath, I felt hands grasp my vest strap and roll me to my side – I saw Tyler telling me to cough and he shouted for a medic once he saw the blood pooling underneath me and that I couldn't catch my breath – I saw Neal be dragged away by the rest of the team and shoved into a car. Tyler checked my vitals and felt along my back for signs of blood but found none, he could only guess the wounds were on my chest or arms underneath me.

"Just lay still, you're bleeding from somewhere – where do you hurt?" he demanded.

"Upper arm, I think it's just a flesh wound – Neal – is he alright?" I coughed out trying to catch my breath around the agony that was my back.

Tyler rolled me to my side and stabilized my neck in a brace as he checked for exit holes in my vest, there were none and he looked at my arm that was bent under me – double score marks across my upper arm like I had said was causing the bleeding. I felt them put pressure on my arm and the EMS arrived and shoved the oxygen mask across my face after doing the basic checks.

"SATS are low and her vitals are unstable, we need to stabilize before transport to the hospital, keep her hips immobilized – there could be spinal damage due to the impacts!" the paramedic ordered.

Tyler gripped my hips between his hands and kept me focused on him as I breathed through the double agony of my back and the angle my arm was at underneath me; I felt a deep scratch and the EMT had started up an IV line to get some painkillers into me so I wouldn't be screaming in the back of the truck. Tanner had come over for an update from Tyler and once I was fitted onto the spinal board Tyler moved away to let the paramedics see the impacts in my vest – neither of them looked happy and they injected something else into my IV that immediately had me feeling dozy.

"Hey, why the hell are you knocking me out?" I whispered.

Tanner and Tyler were down beside me seconds later as the paramedic explained what was going on and why they were knocking me out, neither of them were happy with my STATS and the painkillers wouldn't be strong enough to stop the pain on the transport.

"She has pre-existing back injuries due to military service, I'll have her file sent over to the hospital – one of us will ride with her!" Tanner demanded.

The paramedic looked at him and nodded as he helped secure me into place on the braces and held up the IV started; the lead paramedic looked round and pointed to me.

"Look officer I am aware she is a vital member of your team but she just took a lot of rounds to her back, thankfully none have gone any further but her spine could still be in danger due to the angle she fell. We need her comfortable for transport and I will contact you as soon as I know any more information about her injuries!"

Burke had just got back from escorting Neal out of the area with Jones and came over to where they were moving me onto the stretcher for transport; I was stoned out of my face due to the medication and since I was still having breathing problems due to the impact, they had started oxygen for me which was slowly improving my STATS. He ran over to where I was getting loaded up and told everyone that he was riding with me and would contact the squad as soon as he knows anything; they loaded me up onto the ambulance and I flinched as they started another IV line to get fluids into me this time.

"Boss, is Neal alright – was he hurt?" I whispered.

Burke leaned over beside me and touched my shoulder, he shook his head and smiled; I tried to nod but was instantly stopped by the neck brace and spinal splints they had welded to me – that sucked as I had to scratch my nose!

"Neal's back at the office and he's safe, we have a lead on the shooter and he's helping working out the details – when I find out what's happening with you I will bring him over alright – you just need to relax and start to heal!" he replied.

"Getting shot sucks!" I whispered as the drugs pulled me under.

Burke looked at the paramedic and he fully agreed with me.

I remember little bits of what happened next, the agony of the trip due to speed bumps, the rush of the trauma team working around me as they stripped off my vest and clothes; the pokes and prods of the exam over my spine and chest. I remember screaming as they touched my back over my ribs, the fire that went up my spine was incredible and it triggered me back to combat – it took three doctors and Burke to calm me down as I fought them all off me – they eventually just knocked me out with a huge dose of drugs and Burke explained to the main doctor about the obvious scars I had on my back. He was eventually kicked out into the waiting area with my vest, the only thing left salvageable since they cut me out of everything else; he looked at the back of it and flinched as he saw the rounds embedded in the Kevlar.

"I hope whoever wore that vest is doing well Agent Burke, looks like 9mm and a lot of them!"

Burke looked up and spotted a former agent who he hadn't seen for a few years, he stood up and greeted the man and explained that it was one of his agents who worked with SWAT – he was just waiting on some news before a decision was made. They talked for a little while before the doctor came back out and motioned for Burke to come over; the men said farewell and he walked over after taking a deep breath.

"How is she doing doc?"

"She has two broken ribs and a lot of bruising, thankfully the Kevlar SWAT uses is double strength and saved her spine any permanent damage; she is currently on some pretty strong pain medication and thanks to you letting us know about previous trauma, we started her on the meds since she had that episode. I don't think it was a relapse, more like a memory recall back to when she was first injured – it happens a lot to people who have deep injuries." The doc informed him.

"How long are you going to be keeping her here for, her partner wanted to see her – is that possible?" he inquired.

"Yeah, we're moving her to a private room in the ESU to be monitored overnight, if her breathing improves due to the shock wearing off then she may be allowed out tomorrow afternoon as long as she has support at home. I'll ask the nurses to have a comfy chair put in the room so her visitors can rest up."

The doctor nodded at Burke's thanks and a while later he waited as they took me upstairs and then called the news in; Tanner was incoming with Neal in twenty and would bring evidence bags with them for the vest that contained about two pounds of fragmented lead.

It was a while later that Burke spotted them in the corridor and told the nurses to let them through, he caught them up to speed and let Neal go inside so he could speak to Tanner alone and find out any more information they had gathered in the office.

"Dead man was called Mark Lucas, a former client of Keller back in the eighties and he has a rap sheet the length of this corridor; seems he was sampling some new kind of drug and decided to go on a shooting spree at the behest of Keller – we have agents tracking the leads down now. How's our girl doing?" he replied to the question.

"Two broken ribs and a lot of bruising, vest did its job and it should be a month before going back to active duty – she was pretty awesome today!" Burke replied.

"She was, put some of our newest male recruits to shame in the training exercises – surprised the Commando's let her go!" he replied.

"I have a feeling they haven't let her go completely and may want her back once she is experienced on foreign soil again – better go in and see her before he goes mushy at her!"

Tanner looked at Neal leaning over me, I was still out cold and Neal was talking to me gently as he held my hand; he rolled his eyes at Burke and chuckled.