"10-4, partner," Jon replied, over the radio.

Ponch was behind the guy and had heard Sergeant Joe Getraer and Officer Artie Grossman both radio that they had caught up to Ponch and would follow his lead. Officer Barry Baricza was supposed to be approaching the other way on Market to block the intersection so that Ponch could drive the thief into the dead end alley on his right.

Ponch looked back to see what Joe was doing just to make sure he still had back up.

Bear turned the corner and began to go right in front of where the thief had been going. He was starting to come to a stop. Ponch sensed Bear was nearby, but didn't realize just how close he was.

"Frank, watch out!" Joe yelled. Ponch looked forward just in time to see the car move into the intersection right in his path. With little to no time to react Ponch collided with the cruiser in a screech of scraping metal and the crunch of breaking glass. Ponch was flipped over a few times on the car as he fell off and then hit the ground hard. There were a few snapping noises and the loud crack of his helmet as it impacted the pavement. All he felt was pain after that. He closed his eyes, wishing he were somewhere else. No matter what he tried, his mind kept him here.

Ponch laid motionless on his stomach on the asphalt. His head was turned to the left toward Bears car and his helmet was still fastened securely on his head. There was some blood on his face and he could feel shards of glass embedded near his eyes and nose. There were also abrasions on his right cheek from where he rolled slightly across the pavement before stopping. His left leg was at a strange angle, he didn't realize just how bad it was. There were ends of bone protruding from Ponch's thigh through a rip in his blood soaked pants.

For a moment everything was silent. He hoped they'd catch the their before coming to him, but then he heard a voice. "Ponch? Oh, Ponch I'm sorry…" Bear said as he approached Ponch.

"Bear? What...what happen?" Ponch thought, but he couldn't get his mouth to open, or his voice to cooperate.

"You stay away, Baricza!" Joe said angrily and quickly.

"Sarge? Why are you angry?" A year slipped down his cheek.

"Sarge…." He heard Bear start.

"Barry, the last thing he needs right now is you," Grossie told him as he joined.

"Grossie? Why are you all treating Baricza like that?"

"Guys, I didn't…." Bear started.

"Bear, you hit him," Grossie said.

"Bear hit me? He...he didn't…" another tear slipped down his cheek.

Joe was checking Ponch's injuries. He looked back at the two officers that were going back and forth at each other.

"Would you two quit it!? Grossman, you call for an ambulance. Baricza, you just stay out of the way. I have to talk to you," Joe said.

"Hey, are you okay?" Joe asked. Ponch's eyes were open but held a glassy look, Joe could tell he wasn't fully there. "Hey, hang in there, okay?" Joe gently squeezed Ponch's hand. Soon Grossie was back beside him.

"Where's Jon?" Ponch thought, but the thought left his mind rather quickly as more pain began to set in.

"Ambulance is on the way, so is Jon," Grossie said.

As soon as he heard Jon was on the way, Ponch relaxed.

"Hey, is he awake?" Grossie asked.

"Not really," Joe replied. Ponch was whimpering and moaning, in excruciating pain, but unable to say so. He left Joe's hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort. "Hey, you're gonna be okay," Joe said trying to calm him down.

Ponch was starting to go into shock, his breathing had changed to rapid shallow pants and he was shivering violently while covered with sweat. All he wanted now was Jon to show up and say it was all going to be okay... and as much as he hated hospitals, he knew he needed one if he wanted to live.

"Hey, partner, are you okay?" Jon asked kneeling beside him while pulling off his gloves and helmet.

Ponch moaned slightly in response. Baker...did you have back up? He wished he could have asked.

"Hey, Grossie bring me an emergency blanket will you? I think Ponch is in shock." Joe called.

"What happened?" Jon asked looking over at Sarge. Joe was about to respond when Grossie interrupted.

"Bear hit him," he said as he handed Sarge the shiny silver emergency blanket from his motor.

Jon looked over towards Bear, and after seeing the look of sadness and shame on his face he was almost certain that what he was told was true. "But why?" Jon asked.

"It was an accident, Jon," Bear said quickly before anyone could guess at why it all happened. "I was trying to catch the bad guy…I guess I was a little distracted by other things that I didn't tell anyone what I was up to. I pulled out in front of Ponch…." He finished. Jon stared at him a little longer.

"You pulled out in front of him while he was in the middle of a pursuit? Bear, did you not hear the sirens and all his radio messages? He was expecting you to stop on Market to block the thief's turn. Instead you turn onto Ash in front of him!" Jon was infuriated now. "How dumb can ya get!?" he yelled.

Please stop… Ponch didn't like to hear them yelling at Bear. He couldn't do anything about it though, the pain was getting worse, clouding his thoughts now. He felt like he couldn't breathe anymore.

"Jon, I didn't want to hit him."

"Then why did you?"

oOoOo

Ponch woke up startled by the dream it seemed so real to him, like it had happened. All the arguing between officers and Getraer getting upset…Jon being by his side…and Ponch being injured. It seemed familiar, but why? Ponch was only awake for a few moments before falling asleep again and going straight back to where he'd left off on that dream.

Joe was applying pressure to a pressure point on Ponch's left thigh above the protruding bone, while Jon talked softly to Ponch reassuring him that help was on the way. Ponch tried to pay attention to Jon, he could hear the sirens of fire trucks approaching.

Soon he heard Roy and Johnny by his side "Having a rough day huh, Ponch?" Roy quipped to his friend, attempting to put him at ease and help him relax. Ponch made no response other than a quickening of his breathing. Jon kept talking to Ponch and reassuring him as Roy began to check him over. Roy quickly took Ponch's vital signs frowning as he called to Johnny, "B/P 80 by palpation, Pulse 210 and weak, Respirations 85 and shallow, Eyes glassy and pupils sluggish, O2 83%, Lips and nails slightly cyanotic, Neck veins distended and no breath sounds on left side."

As soon as Johnny heard that Ponch was having trouble breathing he called to Chet, "Chet help Roy set up O2 while I call Rampart." He paused then continued, "Roy you thinking tension pneumothorax?"

"Almost certain," Roy replied. Having completed a cursory visual exam of the situation he relayed to Johnny, "Patient also has compound complex fracture of left femur, and possible head injury." "Oh, and Johnny he is lying on his stomach, we will have to roll him over before we can perform a needle thoracotomy," Roy added.

Johnny nodded solemnly and turned to the radio, "Rampart Base this is rescue 51. Repeat Rampart Base this is rescue 5 1 come in Rampart," he called.

Ponch was confused hearing them, he didn't know what they were talking about, but none of it sounded good.

Johnny was rewarded with hearing the response of, "Go ahead 51, Rampart here. This is Doctor Adams. What is your situation?"

"Rampart we have a 27 year old victim of a motorcycle accident. He has a compound complex fracture of the left femur, a possible head injury, and difficulty breathing. Vital signs are B/P 80 by palpation, Pulse 210 and weak, Respirations 85 and shallow, Eyes glassy and pupils sluggish, O2 83%, Lips and nails slightly cyanotic, Neck veins distended and no breath sounds on left side," Johnny reported.

oOoOo

Ponch woke up again in a cold sweat, his heart beating faster and he was breathing heavily. There was no doubt about it what he was dreaming about was real…it happened but when? He looked to the side his parents and siblings were gone at his apartment it was just Jon there with him tonight. Jon had fallen asleep though since Ponch should've been sleeping.

Ponch tried to calm himself on his own, but it wasn't working he was scared to death about going to sleep again and dreaming of that accident. Was that the accident he was in for now?

He looked at Jon. "J-Jon?" he tried to get him to wake up.

Jon didn't stir.

Ponch's voice was still very quiet and hard to hear at times since he was weak and recovering, Jon couldn't hear him. Ponch looked around his heart pounding inside of his chest. What was going on? He then noticed something he hadn't noticed before, there was a phone on the bedside table.

Ponch knew he probably wasn't allowed to move, but he reached for it anyway.

oOoOo

Getraer was in bed sleeping when his phone started to ring. He rolled over and grabbed it tiredly and answered.

"Hello?" He wasn't sure who would be calling, bu he wasn't expecting to hear the shaky voice of his injured officer.

"S-Sarge?"

"Oh my…Poncherello! What are you doing awake? And why are you on the phone?"

"S-Sarge…Jon's asleep…I…had a nightmare…" Ponch said, he started to cry. "It was...awful, Joe..."

Getraer's brow furrowed. "A nightmare?"

"Yeah…I was in an accident…it was bad…Bear...it wasn't his fault…"

Getraer gasped. "Oh Ponch!" he had to call Kendall after this. "Ponch, that accident happened. It's why you're in the hospital. The dream you had…it was a memory…you forgot all about the accident. But now you're recovering and the memory was brought back to you through a dream. You're gonna need to tell someone what happened," Getraer said.

"I don't want those people to come back!" Ponch started to cry.

Getraer didn't know what was going on now. Ponch normally wasn't emotional like that…there had to be something he could do to help. He was on his way to the hospital now.