As the wail of the siren faded and the doors swung open, the EMT's dragged the gurney out and began rattling off the crucial information to the E.R doctors. Street lay motionless unconscious and bleeding heavily.

Several miles away, Molly sat silently in the passenger seat, as her father drove her towards the UCLA medical centre. She always knew the job was dangerous. Hell, she had watched her own father go through this stuff many times. But this, the uncertainty of not knowing if her boyfriend was ok, or would even survive his wounds, was killing her. She was too shaken and scared to even cry right now. Her body felt numb and she felt like she was in a dream. A bad dream.

As they walked in the front doors of the hospital, Hicks held up his badge. "Commander Hicks, LAPD Metro SWAT. One of my officers was bought here and…."

"Right through here Sir, I will get the Doctor." The polite middle aged nurse answered as she ushered them into a private room before hurrying away to locate the doctor. Hicks held Molly's hand and suggested she sit down with him and wait. Her father's hands were clammy, and Molly knew he was just as worried for Street as she was.

Meanwhile, 20 David were approaching the second warehouse location. Hondo set out a plan for them and did his best to keep their spirits high and their heads in the game. Piling out of Black Betty with the others Chris had her game face on. She was determined to save Buck, to do it for Street. Chris led Tan up the left side of the building and crouched next to the door as Hondo gave the call to breech silently. With her night vision goggles on and her rifle tightly gripped in her hands she began sweeping the aisles of boxes, making her way towards the lights in the centre of the warehouse.

"Hold!" Tan whispered with his fist up as they removed their night vision goggles and positioned themselves on either side of the last row. They waited for Hondo's count and on 1 they both stepped out taking out a suspect each in synchronised shots. To their relief, Buck, sat chained to the beam in the centre of the space. Alive and conscious, just a few cuts, scratches and bruises.

"Oh! Thank god, I wondered if you guys had any idea I was here." He muttered as Hondo and Deacon freed him.

"20 David to Central, we have Buck. Safe and Well."

A cheer erupted back at HQ and Hondo drew his phone out of his pocket to call Hicks. He picked up within a few rings.

"Hondo, talk to me."

"Sir, we have Buck. He is okay, a few small cuts and bruises, but seems fine. Any word on..."

"Good work! No no news, the Doctor is on his way down to talk to us."

"Ok, keep us updated." Chris was watching him intently, but as he slid his phone back in his pocket, he pursed his lips, shook his head slightly and frowned. "No news yet,"

Chris closed her eyes and blinked slowly. 'Damn it' she muttered to herself as she slowly held a hand to her chest, trying to will her heart to beat normally. She bent down and picked up the gear off the ground, again praying in her head that he would make it through this. He had to. He had to know that they saved Buck, because of him and it would all be ok now.

Back at UCLA, Hicks and Molly sat hand in hand as they watched the TV on the wall with blank, mindless stares. Neither of them really aware of how much time had passed or what was happening out there around them. Molly was lost in her memories of her and Jim. She wore a sad smile on her face as she thought about that first kiss. She had kissed him, knowing how nervous he was and that he wouldn't make the first move. Then he had stepped to her and kissed her back. She closed her eyes a little with a smile remembering the moment. The sound of the door opening made both of them sit upright, as a young doctor in a white coat entered the room.

"Good Evening, I am Dr. Fletcher," he began, as Hicks stood up and stepped towards him with Molly at his side. Dr. Fletcher held out his hand and Hicks shook it answering,

"Commander Hicks, and this is my daughter Molly."

"Nice to meet you both," he smiled, nodding politely at them.

"How is Officer Street?" Hicks continued. "What can you tell us?"

"He is still in surgery. He suffered two bullet wounds. One to the neck and one to his upper left chest. He was unconscious when he came in and had lost a lot of blood."

Molly exhaled and held her father's arm tightly as tears fell from her eyes. Dr. Fletcher smiled a small smile at Molly trying his best to seem comforting,

"Our best cardiothoracic team are working on him and I will keep you updated Commander." Hicks nodded and thanked the Doctor, before turning and hugging Molly into him as she cried.

Back at the warehouse, in the cool night air, Chris and Deacon walked Buck out to the waiting ambulance, as Hondo approached them.

"Hicks just called. Street is still in surgery, two bullet wounds and a lot of blood loss, but no news other than that."

Chris's face could not hide the pain she felt. "Where was he hit?" The shake in her voice was hard to disguise and Hondo sighed looking at her. He could see that she was terrified for him.

"Um, chest and neck," Chris felt her knees weaken a little and she looked down blinking back tears, "But, Hick's said they have their best surgeons working on him." Hondo said stepping towards her and placing a hand on her arm as he saw the impact of that news hit her. She swiped at a few tears and looked up at the sky, before forcing a smile at Hondo and heading off to busy herself with packing up the gear.

"Wait what? What happened to the kid?" Buck asked concerned.

"Ah, he was injured, but let's not worry about that, you need to be checked out and that's not negotiable." Hondo said firmly pointing at him.

The EMT had Buck lay back on the gurney whilst he examined his wounds,

"Can you take him to UCLA?" Hondo asked the other EMT.

"I don't need to go..." Buck began to argue. Hondo held up his hand.

"UCLA please, I want him checked over." He said glaring at Buck.

"Um, yeah, sure." The EMT answered, smirking at the two of them exchanging frowns and serious stares.

"Thanks, I appreciate it." Hondo turned and walked back to Black Betty where Chris was packing away equipment.

"Hey Chris, I want you to go with Buck." He said matter of fact.

"But he isn't…" she began to argue that he wasn't really injured enough for a trip to hospital. Hondo interrupted, giving Chris a slight shut up and listen look.

"They are taking him to the same hospital as Street. I want Buck checked over, but I also want you to go check on Street for us. He needs one of us to be there." Chris nodded and smiled a small smile at Hondo, as he ushered her into the back of the ambulance with Buck.

"Chris will join you, to keep an eye on you and update you on Street."

"Hondo," Buck called,

"Yeah?"

"Thank you." Hondo nodded and smiled, as the EMT closed the door and the ambulance pulled away. Riding along, Chris couldn't help but constantly think the worst. That she wouldn't make it to him in time. From the sound of his injuries, and the tone in Hondo's voice she knew it wasn't good. The realistic part of her knew that he was in bad shape and that he would be very lucky to get out of this one. As they arrived shortly after, Chris expected to find the Commander and 50 David all there, but there was no sign of them in the ER. 'Guess they are up on the surgical floor'. She muttered as she made sure Buck was ok before heading upstairs to find out what she could.

As she rounded the corner and approached the nurses station the nurse behind the desk turned and smiled at her.

"Good evening Officer,"

"Oh Hi." Chris had forgotten for a second that she was still in her full tactical uniform. She shook her head slightly before continuing. "I um, I am Christina Alonso, I am here for Officer Jim Street." She said nervously glancing about looking for the others.

"Oh, Miss Alonso I was about to call you. You are listed as next of kin. Come this way."

Before Chris could argue or ask why they thought she was his next of kin she was in a small empty hospital room in the recovery ward.

"They are bringing him in from surgery now, he will still be sedated a little and it maybe confronting to see him, but I will give you some privacy once I get him settled." The nurse smiled gently, opening the door as an orderly pushed the bed through the doorway. There he was. He almost looked peaceful, minus the tubes, and wound dressings covering him.

"I will take the intubation tube out and leave you to it for a few minutes." The nurse said as she carefully removed the breathing tube from surgery and adjusted the blankets covering him, before walking out and leaving the door ajar.

Chris stood frozen stiff. This was not at all what she expected. She hadn't really prepared herself to see him right now, to be the first to see him. She swallowed and looked at her feet. It was like they were frozen or glued to the floor. She slowly looked back up, forcing her eyes to meet the bed and then slowly Jim. Suddenly a wave of relief swept over her, he was alive, he was seemingly ok. Why was she just standing there like a statue? She shook her head slightly and closed the gap between her and the bed.

"Hey," She whispered softly, reaching out and placing her hand over his. His eyes flickered slightly at the touch, but he still seemed to be under the effects of the sedation.

Back downstairs, 50 David had joined Molly and Hicks in the waiting room. They sat about trying to distract each other from the worry. All of them stood up together as again the door opened and Dr. Fletcher stepped inside.

"Good Evening everyone, I am happy to report that Officer Street is in recovery and is stable for now." He smiled. Molly exhaled and cried relieved happy tears into her father's chest.

"Can I see him?" She asked.

"Yes, I will have the nurse come and find you. They are just getting him comfortable upstairs." Dr. Fletcher answered as he shook Hicks hand and left the room.

Hicks stepped out to the hall to call Hondo and let 20 David know the good news. As he paced back and forward updating Hondo, the middle aged nurse appeared at the door. She paused and smiled at him as he hung up the phone.

"Who would like to see him first?" she asked.

"Um, my daughter Molly," Hicks answered.

"You can walk her up, one visitor at a time though please." She instructed as she turned and walked away. Hicks opened the door and gestured for Molly to come. They got in the elevator and began riding up. Hicks phone rang as the doors opened to the surgical floor.

"Hang on," He said to Molly, gesturing for her to wait as he took the call. "Mayor Jefferson," He said giving Molly an 'I'm Sorry' look as he began talking. Molly paused and leant on the wall, waiting for her father, but as the call dragged on, she slowly began to wander towards the corner of the hall. Her father seemed distracted talking the Mayor threw everything that had happened. So, she took a few steps about to see if she could find Jim's room herself. She stepped around the corner and saw two rooms. One on the left and one on the right.

She slowly walked a bit closer, peering in the window trying to see if one of the rooms was where Jim was. Two more steps closer to the first door and she heard a familiar voice.

Chris.

"Hey, I don't know if you can hear me at all," she paused and inhaled before continuing, "I don't even know if you are aware that I am here. But I need you to know that we found Buck, thanks to you and what you so stupidly did!" She shook her head and laughed a bit. "Hicks is gunna kick your ass you know! But I guess the main thing is you made it ok and we have Buck back," she said in a soft voice.

Molly peeked in the door which was ajar. She could see Chris sitting on the chair beside his bed. Molly was about to step inside and say 'Hi Chris' when she noticed Chris's hands holding one of his. Molly watched Chris for a second. Chris slowly reached over and gently stroked his face as she spoke again.

"God! Jim you really fucking scared me." She whispered as she lifted his hand to her own face. Closing her eyes, feeling his skin on hers. "I, shit!" She dabbed at tears on her face. "I was really beginning to think that that phone call tonight, would be the last time I would speak to you." She stopped and stroked the back of his hand before looking back up at him, "and yes, Jim I know we have had our issues lately okay, but, you are still important to me." She paused and looked down and Molly could see she was crying. Chris wiped her face and stood up slowly. "Look, I should go, I am sure Molly and Hicks and your team will want to see you. I am really glad you're okay." She again gently touched his face. "I really am, I still need you." She added softly as she leant over and kissed his forehead. Before squeezing both of his hands and then turning to exit his room.

Molly closed her eyes and stepped quickly back around the corner. She had seen and heard enough. She wasn't stupid. She knew what that was. She knew beyond a doubt that Chris had feelings for Street. That what she had been wondering for a while now was true and that there was actually something between them. Something more than just friends. Maybe he was telling the truth and had not physically cheated on her, but Molly could see that bond and deep connection they shared.

Chris exited the same way she had come and didn't see Molly or the Commander. She stopped at the nurses station at the other end of the hall and asked where the rest of the team would be.

"Downstairs in the private waiting area. Do you need me to walk you down?" The nurse asked.

"No, no I will find it." Chris answered with a smile as she disappeared down the stairs taking her phone out to call and update Hondo.

Meanwhile Hicks was winding up his conversation with the Mayor, and he drew his eyes to Molly. She was leaning on the wall. Her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes staring at the floor. Molly was pissed. She felt angry, jealous, lied to and a whole gamut of emotions. Hicks hadn't really noticed though; he was distracted. He had just deployed 20 David again to find Pullbrook, who in the mess of the situation had slipped away from them.

"Ok, Sorry honey." He said walking to her and reaching for her elbow. "Come on let's go see him."

Molly walked with her father in silence. She was partly dreading seeing him. What if he woke up? She couldn't confront him right now with all of this. She needed to be the supportive girlfriend, but her head was a crazy mess. Hicks had assumed that her silence was because she was scared or nervous to see Jim like that, and yes, she was, up until the moment she had witnessed Chris with him.

Hicks pushed open the door to Jim's room slowly and motioned for Molly to go in. "I'll give you a few minutes. I'll be right out here." He smiled at her. Molly simply nodded at her father and then looked back at Jim on the bed, still unconscious, or maybe he was just sleeping. She inhaled, steadied herself and stepped to the bed.

"Jim? Can you hear me?" She said, as she sat on the edge of the bed and wavered before touching his arm. He didn't respond. She closed her eyes and scrunched her lips. "Jim, I, I am really glad you are okay. I just," She swallowed and hesitated even saying anything right now, cause saying what she was feeling out loud, might be something she would later regret or wouldn't be able to take back. "I just, wish you would open your eyes so I could talk to you." Molly sat looking at him. She knew what she had witnessed was nothing too scandalous really, but it was enough to make her see that Jim and Chris had something between them. That, like it or not, Chris probably held deep feelings for her boyfriend. Molly understood that it was likely Chris, who had been the one to put dampeners on any potential relationship right from the start, but it still hurt. It hurt knowing that the other woman who they seemed to fight over, maybe did actually have the same feelings for him in return. She pondered if she was just in the way. If maybe in a while, when he had recovered a bit, she needed to choose a time to talk to him about Chris. To really uncover how he actually felt about her. Molly didn't want to lose Jim, she had started to fall in love with him whether she was ready to admit that or not, and that is why she didn't want to be the fool who chased a man she would never actually have the heart of. She felt a tear building as she thought about the weight of it all. She wiped it away and caressed his face.

"Jim, I need you to wake up." She whispered as she leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"mmmmm," a groan escaped his lips. "Ow"

"Jim?" She frowned drawing back. "Are you awake? Can you hear me?" He nodded slowly and tried to open his eyes.

"Hey," Molly forced herself to smile at him, despite her current state of mind. "You okay?" she asked, then laughed stupidly at herself. "I mean I know you're not okay, but can I help?"

Street attempted a smile, "Water?" A faint whisper escaped his mouth, but she heard it.

"Here you go." Molly said passing him a cup and a straw as he took a small sip and nodded.

"Thanks." He forced his eyes open wider and attempted to sit up a bit.

"Hey," she said softly sitting back down, "Lay back, you need to rest and stay still."

He sighed and laid back. Looking at her. A smile growing on his face as he reached out for her hand. "Hi," he managed, as he felt her fingers intertwine with his, before a grimace of pain shot through him.

"Oh! let me get the nurse," Molly said standing up and walking to the door. Street was too weak to stop her. The nurse came in and checked him over, before administering a good dose of morphine.

"He should be more comfortable now." She smiled as Molly again sat back next to him.

Street reached up for her hand again. "I'm sorry Molly." He managed.

She scoffed a little. "Yeah, you ought to be. What on Earth were you thinking?" She frowned at him. Giving him an icy stare.

He blinked and dropped his gaze. "Buck." He whispered hoarsely.

Molly nodded. "Yeah, and thank god they found him, and he is okay,"

Jim closed his eyes with an exhale, "He's okay?"

"Yes, he is, but Jim. You almost got yourself killed." He heard the anger in her voice. He squeezed her hand and smiled at her.

"I am really sorry. I am sorry I scared you." He said softly. Molly looked away out the window. He clearly hadn't known Chris had been there and told him about Buck already, but she couldn't forget that she did. She slowly drew her eyes back to him. Part of her desperately wanted to be angry with him, to ask him what the hell was going on with Chris. There had to be more than just what he had told her on the phone and the next day at brunch. She wanted to know if he felt things for her too, and she was terrified to admit to herself that he probably did. That was undoubtedly why he had not been upfront about Chris living with him and Luca before.

All Molly could manage was a nod. Before he pulled her hands closer, "Come here, I mean it Molly. I am so sorry for all of this."

She moved closer and looked at him for a moment. "I, I know you are." Before leaning over and hugging him gently. But Molly felt herself throwing up a wall to him. She slowly drew back. Her hand lingering a little in his.

"I um, I should let the others come see you." She whispered as she began to slide off the bed.

"Molly? Hey? Don't go yet. Are you mad at me? I am sorry babe, I really am." Street could feel the vibe she was giving off and he was desperately trying to work out where it had come from.

"It's okay." She smiled a forced smile. "The others are waiting to see you," and before he could argue she was gone.