Alex couldn't believe Walker was in the hospital once again for a head injury, so soon after he came home from his last. She ran into the hospital, her mind spinning on what had happened. The man that tried to kill her husband less then a year ago, tried to again. Luckily he didn't seriously hurt Walker, just knocked him around. However, she was rather worried about the hits to his head. He was still recovering from being in a coma, how would this effect him?

"Alex!" She spun around and saw Trivette running up to her. He gave her a big hug then pulled back with a smile. "Walker is okay. He's in oral surgery now to fix his teeth. The hit to his head didn't do anything to his brain, as far as the doctor knows. Miller got called in, should be here in a few minutes."

"That's good news." She relaxed and allowed Trivette to lead her to a chair. "Where's John?"

"Getting coffee." He sat down next to her. "Walker always tends to have the worse luck."

She nodded in agreement as John came walking in with three cups of coffee. "Everything seems to happen to him. Just when you see him bouncing back, something else happens to him."

John shook his head. "I shouldn't have left him in the truck." He bowed his head then sat down across from Alex. "It's my fault that this happened to him."

"No, it's not." Trivette smiled. "From what I hear, if it wasn't for you Walker may be in worse condition right now." He glanced up as Doctor Miller came walking into the waiting room. "How is he, doctor?"

Doctor Miller smiled. "He's going to be just fine. He's sleeping right now, will be out of it for a few days because of the pain medication. The blows to his head, cracked his skull," He raised his hands as Alex let out a soft cry. "But, so far there is no swelling in his brain. We're keeping him over night to keep a close eye on him and by tomorrow afternoon I don't see why he can't leave." He gave Alex a hug then waved to the hallway. "Follow me."

As she stepped up to the recovery ward, she realized that Walker was placed in a duel room, which was good news indeed. Miller walked to the last curtained area where Alex could see her husband laying on a hospital bed, a thick white bandage covering his right temple. Her hand quickly went to her mouth as flashbacks of seeing him in a coma went through her mind.

"He's going to be okay, Mrs. Walker." Miller checked Walker's vitals then smiled at her. "I didn't even put him on I.Vs. The bandage is there since he has twenty stitches and a few staples."

She slowly nodded then made her way to her husband's side. "Walker, sweetie I'm here."

His head rolled over to her, his eyes fluttering slightly. "Sorry."

"It's okay, not your fault." She took hold of his hand then gently kissed him on the forehead. "You get some sleep."

Trivette patted Walker's shoulder. "Just rest up. I'm going to go and find the man that did this to you. I'll make sure he's put up for good."

"You do that." Walker grimaced as his hand went to his jaw. "Sorry, I can't help."

"No problem, just rest up." Trivette nodded at Alex and John. "I'm going to meet up with Sydney and Gage. We need to get Clyde Brookdale off the streets."

Later at the Company

"Any connection at all to Clyde Brookdale and Vinnie Marcellinio?" Asked Gage as he rummaged through stacks of police files. "Brookdale was a petty criminal until the day he almost killed Walker." He winced as a piece of paper sliced into his index finger. "Dang it!"

Sydney shook her head. "Trivette, what was Walker doing in that part of the neighborhood?"

"He had a lead on the Marcellinio case." He flipped through his own stacks of paper work. "My question is, why didn't he call me?" He rubbed his face then sipped at his stale coffee. "I've been meaning to ask him, but he honestly doesn't remember that day or why he was there close to the alley." He found Walker's statement within the pile of several others. "According to him, he remembers talking to me the day before about the Marcellinio case then the next memory he has is waking up in the hospital."

Gage shook his head. "Walker knows something, something that he learned the day of his attack that he can't remember now." He rubbed his face. "What he knows, is enough to kill him over."

"Okay." Trivette slowly stood up to write on the dry erase board. "So, Marcellinio's known accomplices has gone up two." He wrote down Brookdale's name and his accomplice's name, Jonathon Harris. "Marcellinio is involved in several illegal activities, the worse ones;" He began to write as he spoke. "Drug and weapon trafficking."

"Drug and weapon…" Gage mumbled as he sifted through the many files on his desk. "Got it!" He got up to show Trivette the file he was holding in his hands. "Manny Calone. He was spotted for the first time in Dallas six months ago. He was arrested at 1305 Yearling Street." He got a puzzled look on his face. "Wait a second, wasn't the alley that Walker was found in on Yearling Street?"

Trivette capped the marker he was holding then turned to Gage. "You're right. Maybe Walker had a lead on Calone. Possibly something he learned that day." He tapped Calone's name on the board. "He may be the man we are looking for to end the case. We need start looking for him and for Brookdale, especially Brookdale since he's the man that's been attacking Walker."

Hospital, early the next morning

The room was dimly lit as Walker woke up to a throbbing ache in his jaw and head. He licked his parched lips then turned his head to get a look at Alex who was asleep in a chair next to him. He rolled his head around to get a better look at his surroundings and saw he was in a duel room, which meant that more then likely he had a roommate.

Ever so slowly he pulled himself to a sitting position which woke Alex from her sleep. She smiled at him then made her way to his side.

"Hey, honey." She stroked his hand then kissed him gently on the lips. "How are you feeling?"

"Good." He glanced around him to see they were all alone. "Where's everybody else?"

"Trivette, Gage and Sydney are tracking down the man that did this to you. As for John, he's passed out on the chairs by the window." She glanced at her watch then patted his hand. "It's time for your medication." She sighed heavily. "You missed one dose, hopefully the seizures don't intensify." She patted his hand as she glanced over to the window. "John blames the attack on himself."

Walker shook his head. "It's not his fault." He glanced over at his son to see him sleeping on his back, his arm over his head, the way that Walker usually sleeps when on a couch. He smiled at his son then turned to Alex. "He called me dad. I'm thinking he just blurted it out, he's been calling me Walker ever since then." He sighed heavily. "I want to be a father to them, Alex."

Alex smiled at him. "Just give it time, they'll accept you as a father soon enough."

The first thing that greeted John as he woke up was a painful crick in his side. Grimacing he slowly got up, his hand gingerly holding his chest. As he opened his eyes he instantly noted Walker wide awake and talking to his wife. Boy, was this an awkward feeling. It was as though he just walked into somebody's private conversation, who knows, maybe he did.

"Oh, John you're awake." Alex gave him a huge grin then slowly stood up. "Do you want anything to eat or coffee?"

John smiled at her. "It's okay, ma'am. I'll leave you two alone…"

She shook her head. "Breakfast is on us. What would you like?"

"Doesn't matter to me, ma'am." John stretched being careful with the crick in his side then slowly stood up. "Thank you."

"No problem." She gave Walker a kiss then left the room.

Once she was gone John made his way to Walker's bedside where he could see the injuries done from the attack. There was a nasty bruise on his right cheek and a several stitches in his temple. But Walker didn't appear to be in too much pain, in fact he smiled up at John as he sat down next to the bed.

John took a deep breath then shook his head. "I'm sorry that I allowed this to happen."

Walker patted his hand. "It's okay. Not your fault." He shifted his weight so he was sitting up straighter. "What time is it?"

"Close to five in the morning. You've been asleep off and on for awhile." He grimaced as he got a better look at the wound to Walker's temple. "That's a nasty cut. How do you feel? Honestly?"

"I'm doing really good. Can't wait to get out of here." He glanced at the door as his friends came walking in with food, just the smell made his stomach growl. "Didn't realize how hungry I was."

"The last time you ate was at the Mexican restaurant." John moved the bed table over Walker's lap then grabbed the food containers from Trivette. "What did you all get?"

Gage pulled out a small Styrofoam bowl. "Scrambled eggs for Walker, biscuits and gravy for the rest of us. And, I might add, these are the best in town." He put the bowl in front of Walker who sighed heavily at just eating eggs. "Cheer up, at least your jaw isn't wired shut."

Walker smiled then noted his friends appeared rather ragged almost as though they had no sleep. His face quickly turned to concern. "Trivette, did all of you stay up last night?"

Trivette patted Walker's shoulder. "It's okay. We've done it before."

"What did you all come up with?" Walker scooped up some eggs, took a bite and gingerly chewed knowing the right side of his jaw was still rather tender. "Any leads?"

Gage shook his head. "No, just more names to add to the list." He glanced up at Sydney whose eyes told Walker she was definitely hiding something. "Brookdale is a very shady character. Involved with numerous illegal activities which includes drug and weapon trafficking, car theft," He took a deep breath. "He once was a leg breaker for Marcellinio, however he only did one job before he was promoted to a hitman." He shook his head. "Something isn't right, we're still trying to figure it out."

"I remember you all telling me something about that a few months back." Walker nodded his head. "At least you all have names. Let me know if I can help out."

"Will do." Trivette turned around as Erika came in with Angela. "Hey, Erika."

"Daddy!" Angela came running into the room and onto Walker's bed. "I hope you're not here for long, I don't like it when you're here."

Walker nearly got choked up. "I won't be sweetie." He hugged his daughter tightly then kissed the top of her head. "I'm going to be out of here this afternoon." He glanced passed his friends to see his doctor. "What's going on Doctor Miller?"

"CT scans." He smiled. "It's nothing major, just making sure everything is still okay." He stepped to Walker's side. "Unfortunately I can't let you finish your eggs. Have to schedule in the use of the machine, sorry Walker."

"It's okay." Walker sighed heavily then waved at everybody as they headed out of the room. "See ya'll in a bit."