"Stay with me buddy" Greg was trying everything to get Spike's pulse going again, whilst Spike was lying on his back Greg couldn't see where the bullet went in only where it had come out, he knew it was good that the bullet was out but it could have torn anything on its way through, he looked at Spike's face as he see blood begin to seep from the corners of his mouth.

Greg was pressing his hands on Spike's chest where his heart was trying to make it pump some more blood if he could just stop it from completely stopping there was a fighting chance, Greg began to cry as he screamed at Spike "It's too early Spike, you're not ready to leave us" Greg was full on crying as he leant over Spike's body, he sat back and gave Spike's chest one last thump as he heard the EMS sirens outside.

Greg couldn't believe it Spike began to stir, his eyes fluttered open for the tiniest second, there was the faintest little movement in his hand, Greg applied more pressure to the wound stopping the blood from seeping out "it's going to be ok Spike, your safe buddy we've got you" Greg was crying even harder as he was trying to keep Spike awake.

It was all a daze to Spike, he could hear the boss talking to him telling him he's there and as hard as he tried to talk his mouth wouldn't let him, his energy was drained, he could feel his body fighting back with the tiny bit of life it still had but he could feel his last bit of energy seeping out of him.

Greg walked out next to the Spike who was being rolled out by the EMS, when Greg looked up he could see the team, tears in their eyes as they watched their team mate being rolled into the back of an ambulance, Greg looked at Winnie, Ed had her by the waste and she was trying to escape his grip hysterically screaming for Spike, screaming for Ed to let her go and as much as Greg could sympathise with Winnie he knew that Ed was right to hold her back.

Greg looked around and noticed Marco had been arrested he assumed Ed had arrested him after calling EMS, he walked over to Sam slowly as he watched the ambulance speed off "Did you find who shot him?" Greg's was wavering between fury and sadness as he bit back the tears.

"No, I can't make out if they left the factory or not it was too dark in there to see" Sam was looking at the factory trying to wrap his head around it.

Greg could see the tears in his eyes; the case wasn't over until the other subject was caught and they knew that they couldn't leave knowing the potential killer was in the factory.

Greg walked over to the vehicle that Marco was in and grabbed his shoulder as he ripped him out and pushed him up against the car "Who was it Marco?" Greg was in his face the anger evident in his eyes.

"Don't know" He looked smugly at the ground, his hands still cuffed behind his back.

Greg grabbed his collar and shoved him off the car and onto the ground as he lent over him "Do I look like someone who wants to play your game?" Greg had to turn around for second to stop himself from kicking Marco "Our man could be dead by the time we get to that hospital and you're just going to sit there and do nothing, who was it?" Greg was screaming at the man Ed walked over and placed a hand on Greg's shoulder.

Greg shoved it off as Marco looked up "Like I'd tell you" he looked Greg up and down "us Scarlatti's stick together."

That was it for Greg he completely lost it he went to attack Marco as he screamed "If I hear you say that one more time" but Ed quickly stepped in front of him and stopped him.

"Greg, come on, this won't get us anywhere" Ed pulled Greg away and had an officer take Marco away.

When they were all standing round one of the trucks it suddenly dawned on Greg how dark it was he hadn't checked the time but he estimated it to be around 9:00 PM, it was Ed who spoke up breaking the cold silence among the group, Winnie was still crying as Jules held her close.

"It's pointless us all being here, me and Sam will stay for another hour before we hand it over to team 2 they should be on their way by now, you all head to the hospital, I don't want him on his own, he needs us there."

No one argued because they all wanted to leave and be there for Spike, Jules drove as Greg and Winnie where in no state to be behind the wheel she put the sirens on and drove full speed to the hospital, when they got there Greg made it to the reception in no time at all.

"Michelangelo Scarlatti?" Greg asked.

The women looked up a warm, sincere smile on her face "He's been taken into surgery, I will let the doctor know you're here and get him to inform you as soon as he's done but for now why don't you take a seat sir" She smiled at him, he stared blankly at her for a while before nodding and walking off to the waiting room where he found Jules and Winnie already seated.

Greg was sitting there thinking about all the different things he could have done to prevent this from happening, how he wished he'd just gone in and negotiated the way he would on any other day, he couldn't help but feel like he'd let Spike down, there was something he could have done and he didn't do it, Greg thought back to when Spike said 'none of you had any clue' that hurt him because he thought that Spike had told him about his family he didn't realise it had run this deep, and Greg knew it was his duty to know these things, he soon realised how much the team take advantage of Spike to the point where they can't see pass his jokes to his underlying problems at home that thought bugged Greg he usually had no problem knowing when Spike was being Spike or when Spike was coping.

About an hour and a half later Ed and Sam stalked through the doors, looking like they hadn't slept for two weeks straight as Ed walked over he looked down at the rest of them and when Greg looked up Ed could see the bags forming under his eyes, he sat down next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"He'll make it through Greg, its Spike when has he ever not pulled through" Ed wasn't sure if he was saying it to reassure himself or Greg.

"Mr Greg Parker" A man in a long, white coat stood in the waiting room holding a clipboard as he waited for a reply.

Everyone jumped and surrounded the young doctor; he took a step back before he spoke "I understand your here for Michelangelo Scarlatti?"

"Yes, I'm Greg Parker, this is the rest of his team" Greg gestured to the rest of them; Greg was getting anxious waiting, which the doctor caught onto so began immediately.

"There's good and bad news I will start with the good news and that's basically the bullet missed his heart by 2 centimetres, should it have been 2 centimetres to the right he wouldn't of had a chance of survival, however the bullet had entered his lung and then exited through the other side, he began showing signs of pneumothorax, which is wear the air begins to feel around the lungs and heart putting pressure on his vital organs which we managed to contain just in time, we were able to repair the puncture to his lung and put him on a life support where we can monitor how much he's breathing on his own and how much he's relying on the machine, if he had been shot in the other side and his other lung was punctured he would have been lucky to make it the ambulance and the doctor informed me you was applying pressure when they arrived" he was now looking directly at Greg "You should know you kept him alive and should be proud of yourself, I think it's best I let you know the next 12 hours will be critical, are there any questions?."

"Can we see him?" Greg's voice faltered he was fighting back tears.

"Not just yet he's still unconscious for the drugs, but when he's awake we will run some tests and then come and get you."

"Thank you" Greg said as he rubbed his hand over his face, he turned to the team and ducked his head as he walked through them and collapsed into a chair.