Bill Rutger waited for an officer to bring Griffin into the small waiting room so he could go over things with his difficult client before appearing in court. He shook his head as he looked over the papers he had been given by the prosecution. He sighed, wondering how he was going to get Griffin out of this mess. He sighed again as he heard Griffin's voice berating someone in the hallway.

The door opened and an officer pulled Griffin through and over to the table. "Sit," the officer ordered, pointing to a chair.

Griffin went to say something, but Rutger shook his head at him. "Arthur, please. If you want me to get you out of here, you need to cooperate."

Griffin huffed and sat down. The officer took his hands and attached the handcuffs to the table. "I'll be outside if you need me," he said to Rutger, throwing Griffin a warning look.

"Thank you," Rutger said, giving him a pained smile.

"How much longer am I going to be here?" Griffin snapped.

"It depends on the judge and how you comport yourself during the arraignment," Rutger said.

"This is ridiculous," Griffin said.

"Arthur, you are in a lot of trouble, so please, let me do my job and don't make matters worse."

"I have no idea what you mean," Griffin said.

"Of course you don't." Rutger sighed.

"By the way, there is a young man I want you to represent," Griffin said.

"What young man?"

"His name is… something Sands. I'm hiring him as security and to assist in finding whoever did this to Kendall," Griffin told him.

Rutger looked at him, debating on what to say. "Arthur, I think we need to concentrate on your own defense right now, without distractions."

Griffin rolled his eyes. "I told you I didn't do anything wrong, but if you can't handle two cases at once, call one of your colleagues and have them represent him."

"Let's deal with your arraignment first, and then we'll discuss your new friend," Rutger said, irritated with Griffin's inability to realize his own predicament.

"Fine."

"Now, you will be pleading, not guilty…" Rutger started.

"HOW many time do I have to tell you I did nothing wrong?" Griffin yelled.

"Arthur, stop this nonsense right now. I am merely going over what we need to say in court!" Rutger snapped. "Your attitude is not helpful, to say the least, as well as being downright insulting. I have been your attorney for several years as well as your friend. I am trying to help you, so, stop acting like a spoiled child and deal with the situation at hand!"

Griffin arched an eyebrow and gave Rutger half a smile. "I'm sorry, Bill. It's just been a very difficult couple of days. First, someone attacks one of my boys, then I'm accused of being the one who attacked him. I've been handcuffed, pushed around, and threatened by police and criminals. I know you're only trying to help me, please accept my apology."

Rutger let out the breath he had been holding and nodded. "We just need to get through this, you know I am looking out for your best interests. If we are lucky, the judge will release you until trial, but a lot of that depends on how you present yourself to the judge."

"There won't be a trial," Griffin said, matter-of-a-factly.

"I hope not, but there are no guarantees. It's true that a lot of the evidence is circumstantial, but people have been convicted on less. Your attitude has not helped and the prosecution will bring that up."

"Have they found the shampoo bottles?" Griffin asked.

Rutger looked through the papers. "Yes, but Kendall cannot confirm that you gave them to him."

"How else would they have gotten there?"

"I don't know, that will be addressed at the trial," Rutger told him.

"I believe the shampoo was the only thing tying me to this whole thing," Griffin said.

"The only physical evidence, yes."

"What else could there possibly be?" Griffin asked.

"Copen, the fact that you bypassed Ms. Wainright's authority regarding the boys' schedule, the fact that you arranged for the other boys to be out of town while Kendall attended meetings where he was not always present," Rutger said, reading through the papers.

"The boys weren't really working, just making a few appearances which were set-up for them to enjoy themselves. A new mall, Disneyland, all things kids love to do. As for Kendall, he's the lead in the band and I want him to learn the business side so he understands what is expected. He has always been a little stubborn about doing things when asked, and I want him to know why things are done the way they are," Griffin explained.

"There are still laws regarding minors in the workplace, and you violated them," Rutger said.

"Then I'll apologize, pay a fine, whatever. But, it is hardly kidnapping and sexual assault."

"And Copen?" Rutger asked.

"Obviously, he was someone I shouldn't have trusted," Griffin said, thinking of what he would do to the doctor, once his people had tracked him down.


Jordan led the way to where he had found the boys' car. It was parked in the back, on the east side of the building.

Jordan checked out the boys' car before unlocking it and getting in. He put the key in the ignition and the engine started right up. He turned the car off and got out. "Car seems fine."

"So, there's no reason why Kendall would have had Griffin's assistant drop him off near the Palmwoods," Antonio said.

Jordan shook his head. "Given that he had filed a complaint against her, I highly doubt it. The only way this makes sense is that they didn't know he had driven to work. Otherwise, they could have just left him here, near his car, and people would have thought he had been attacked here."

Kelly shook her head. "Then they would have had to explain why there was no security footage that day," she said, pointing to a camera mounted three floors up with a complete view of the area. "With him being found somewhere else, there would have been no reason to check the cameras."

Jordan and Antonio both looked at her in admiration.

Jordan smiled. "So, a detective as well as a computer tech?"

She gave him a smile and a slight nod towards Gustavo. "Between the boys and this one, I have to keep at least three steps ahead of everything."

"Hey!" Gustavo protested.

"You definitely have your hands full," Jordan agreed.

Gustavo rolled his eyes. "Can we move on?"

Antonio laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "My wife says the same thing about me, my friend."

Jordan handed Antonio his key. "I need to get downtown, the arraignment is in about thirty minutes."

Antonio nodded and shook his hand. "Let me know what happens."

"I'll give you a call," Jordan promised.


Dr. Maine was going over the ultrasound with Jen and Brooke in the waiting room. He pointed to a small dark area on the ultrasound. "There is a small tear in the center of the adductor magnus. It's small, about 3 cm in length and should heal on it's own."

"Oh, thank God," Jen said, letting out the breath she had been holding.

"We're going to treat medically with compression wraps, ice, and possibly have him use crutches when he's ready to be up and about," Dr. Maine told her.

"How can he do that with a broken arm?" Katie asked.

"It shouldn't be too difficult, the break in his arm isn't bad and should heal quickly. Speaking of, we should probably get the plaster cast on," he said, standing up.

"I'll assist you," Olivia said.

"Thank you," Jen said, standing and offering Dr. Maine her hand.

"You're very welcome. If you have any questions, please, don't hesitate to call," he said, shaking her hand.

"I will, thank you."

"It'll take about fifteen minutes to apply the cast," he told her as he opened the door.

"Our boys are sitting with him," Brooke said.

"I think they'll be alright," Olivia said. She followed Dr. Maine out and she got the supply room key from the nurse. After getting everything they would need, they headed down to Kendall's room.

Olivia smiled and nodded at Freight Train, who opened the door for them. "Thank you," she said, giving him a smile.

He smiled back. "My pleasure."

"You still need to take a break," Olivia said softly.

"As soon as my boys are safe," Freight Train said.

"At least sit down for awhile, you need time off your feet. The chairs are very comfortable," she told him, knowing he had been standing there the entire time he was watching after Kendall.

"I'm fine, Ma'am," he promised.

"Please, for me? I know you're committed to being here, but it would make me feel so much better knowing you're not going to exhaust yourself."

Freight Train went to say something but then smiled again. "If it will ease your mind, I will."

"Thank you," she said, as she went into the room and saw the boys sitting, spaced out around Kendall's bed. "Hey, guys. Dr. Maine is here to put the cast on Kendall's arm."

"Did you want us to go?" Logan asked.

Dr. Maine shook his head. "No need, it won't take long." He filled a steel bowl with warm water and set it on the tray next to Kendall's bed. Then he laid out the rest of the supplies they would need.

Olivia looked around at the boys and could tell they were all tired. "How are you boys doing?"

"As well as can be expected, I guess," Logan said.

"Things will get better," she said softly.

"No, they won't," James said, looking down at Kendall.

"James…" Logan started.

"What? You tell me how this is going to get better!" James snapped, his voice breaking.

"Stop it, stop it now!" Carlos hissed. "What are you going to say if he wakes up and wonders why you're upset?

"Boys, if you can't stay calm and quiet, you're not going to be able to stay in here," Olivia warned.

"I'm sorry," Carlos said quietly.

"I j-just don't know how to make t-this better," James stammered.

Olivia reached over and squeezed his hand. "You can't, but together, all of you can. I barely know you boys, but I know you have an amazing friendship and that's where you start."

"It won't be enough," James said.

"No, that's why I called a friend, who is an amazing psychologist. As soon as Kendall is better physically, he can start helping him emotionally. But it's going to take time and it's going to take teamwork, and I know you can all do this," she told him.

"What if we can't?" James asked.

"Failure is not an option," Carlos stated.

Olivia smiled at him. "Now, let's get this cast on and then I think you guys should get some air."

"But we just got back from lunch," Logan told her as she went over and carefully started to remove Kendall's temporary splint.

"Alright, but I want you to start taking regular breaks at least every two hours," she told them.

Dr. Maine pulled a couple of small packages out and looked at the labels. "What colour cast do you think your friend would like?"

"Green," all three boys said.

He nodded and opened a package of casting material and soaked it in the bowl as Olivia wrapped Kendall's hand and lower arm in gauze.

Kendall groaned and opened his eyes, slightly. "W-What?"

Carlos quickly took his right hand and squeezed it. "It's okay, hermanito. The doctor is just putting a cast on your arm."

"Why?"

"You have a fracture in your left arm but it should heal quickly," Olivia told him.

Kendall shivered and he squeezed Carlos' hand. His left arm jerked and his fingers started twitching a little.

Dr. Maine and Olivia held his arm steady until it passed.

Ten minutes later Dr. Maine wrapped the last of the material around Kendall's arm and tossed the extra materials. "It's going to take a couple of hours for it to dry completely, so don't try signing it until then."

"We won't," Logan promised.

"Alright boys, two hours and then you take a break," Olivia said, as she gathered up the rest of the supplies.

"We will," Carlos promised.

"Thank you," she said as she headed out the door.

James sighed and sat down next to Kendall again. He gently ran his fingers over the cast and then Kendall's fingers. Kendall's fingers started twitching a little, so James entwined their fingers.

"I'll be right back," Logan told his friends.

"Where are you going?" Carlos asked.

"I just need to ask something," he said as he went out the door. He saw Olivia and Dr. Maine talking at the nurse's station. "Dr. Burns, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Why is Kendall having tremors, it just happened again when James touched his hand. Do you think he damaged a nerve when he broke his arm?"

She looked at Dr. Maine and then back at Logan. "There doesn't appear to be any nerve damage, we're not sure why it's happening. It could be a form of withdrawal from the drugs and I've already called in a neurologist for a consultation."

"Oh man, this is never going to end," Logan said, covering his eyes with his hands.

Olivia took one of his hands. "It will, it's just going to take some time. Withdrawal is normal for most drugs, and the symptoms seem to be mild."

"What if they're not? What if they're permanent? What if it leads to seizures or other problems?" Logan said, starting to hyperventilate.

Olivia pulled him to a chair. "Sit down."

"What are we going to do?" Logan asked as she pushed him into the chair.

She took his hand and kept her other hand on the back of his neck. "Breathe with me," she said, taking deep, even breaths.

Logan felt dizzy and tried to do as she said. After a couple of minutes he felt a little better and sat up all the way. "I'm sorry."

She brushed his hair back off his forehead. "Why are you sorry?"

"I'm so weak," he whispered.

She sat down next to him and squeezed his hand. "Feeling something deeply is not weakness, especially when it's about someone you love. You also understand what could happen medically, and that's not always easy."

"I wish I didn't know so many things," he said.

"But then you wouldn't be able to help him and he's going to need your help."

"How can I help him? I can't even think about it without feeling like I'm going to pass out?"

"Because you can watch and listen. He won't have to explain things to you because you understand what's going on. And, not having to talk about something can be a huge relief at times," she told him.

"I hope so," he said, staring at his hands.

"You're a good friend, you all are, and that's going to be extremely important in his recovery."

"I really hope it's enough." Logan sighed.

"It may not be everything he needs, but it's what he needs the most," she told him.

"I definitely need to consider another career," Logan said, standing up.

Olivia shook her head. "Please don't. We need doctors who are compassionate and empathetic. I know it isn't easy caring, but think about the care Kendall is receiving. Would you really want a doctor who was in it just for the science or money?"

Logan thought for a moment. "N-No, but how do you do it? How do you face all the pain and fear every day?"

She put her arm around his shoulder. "I think about how I would feel if someone I loved were facing something that seemed insurmountable and I try to be the person they would need."

"It can't be easy," Logan said.

She shook her head. "Some days it's harder than you can imagine, but I then remind myself that it's worth it."

"I don't know if I can take all the sadness," Logan said.

"Just promise me you won't make up your mind today. After this is all over, come back and spend a few days with me. I'll prove to you it's worth it."

Logan sighed again. "Okay, after everything is over I'll come, but no promises. I really don't know if I can handle it."

"Then I guess I'll just have prove to you it is." Olivia smiled.

"It would be cool to see how things work from the inside," Logan admitted.

"It's a deal then?" Olivia asked holding out her hand.

Logan smiled at her and shook her hand. "It's a deal."


James looked over at Carlos, who was still holding Kendall's right hand. "Hey, do you think you guys could give us a few minutes."

"Nope," Carlos said simply.

"But…"

Carlos arched an eyebrow at him. "Not until he's ready."

James sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get anywhere with his friend. They sat in silence for a few more minutes and Logan returned.

"Are you okay?" Carlos asked.

Logan nodded and took the chair next to James.

"How is he doing?" Logan asked, watching Kendall's hand.

"He's doing alright, what is wrong with you?" James asked, unnerved by Logan's staring.

Logan shook his head. "Nothing."

"What did the doctor say? That's why you ran out of here, right?" James asked, his voice rising slightly.

"Stop it," Carlos warned, looking at James.

"But…"

"Stop it now. No yelling, no fighting, no tension. If you need to do that, leave," he said firmly.

Logan sighed and patted James on the shoulder. "I just asked her why his hand was twitching. She thinks it might be the drugs wearing off."

"Which drugs?" James asked.

"The ones that doctor gave him."

"And?" James asked, trying not to panic.

"James, she said withdrawal is normal and everything is going to be fine," Logan said.

James visibly relaxed as he ran his fingers over Kendall's hand again. "He's going to be okay."

"We all are," Carlos told him.

James smiled at him and nodded.

"We can do anything, together," Logan said.

"And, we will," Carlos agreed.


Antonio, Kelly, and Gustavo were on their way back to the hospital when a notification sound went off on Kelly's phone. She glanced at it and her eyes went wide. "Oh no!"

"What?" Gustavo asked.

"Pull over," she instructed, as she showed her phone to Antonio.

"Why?"

"Just do it!"

Gustavo pulled over to the side of the road and parked. "What?"

She took a deep breath and showed him her phone.

Gustavo turned several shades of red before screaming. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" He yelled, grabbing the phone from her.

Antonio was already on the phone and called Olivia's cell. A moment later she came on the line. "Dr. Burns."

"Olivia, someone has been in Kendall's room. Don't let anyone you don't know personally, in or out. We'll be there in about ten minutes." Antonio told her.

"I just left him and the other boys twenty minutes ago. Who was it?" Olivia asked as she headed for the elevator.

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out," Antonio said, getting out of the car. He opened Gustavo's door. "I'm driving."

Gustavo nodded as he unclenched his fingers from the steering wheel. He got out and Antonio steadied him for a minute before getting into the backseat.

"I'm going to kill whoever did this," Gustavo growled.

Antonio got in and started the car. "I may help you," he said as he pulled back onto the road.