A/N: I'm still not sure how I got from "drabbles" to "episode tag" but I did, so here it be, an episode tag for episode four, "Officer Down." What happened there? Well... among other things, Robo got rammed by truck driven by Confederate Army-themed crazies (yes... in Detroit).

Lisa Madigan yawned as she drank her morning coffee and walked back to the converted lab area to check on her partner. Entering the room, she paused. Robo's helmet was off, his eyes were closed, head slumped, posture... more relaxed than she'd ever seen it be when he was awake. But he couldn't be asleep at this hour, could he? Not even after an all-night patrol. It was unthinkable.

Glancing around, she found Charlie sitting at a monitor, intently studying lines of code. "What did I miss?"

"Hmmm?" Charlie glanced at her, smiled in acknowledgement, then returned to studying the lines of code. "Enforced sleep cycle, by order of the Chairman." He glanced at her again, finally noticed the frown. "Robo had a run in with a street gang last night. Got thrown thirty feet saving a family... someone fixed the damage in the field. Mostly. What they missed, I took care of an hour ago."

Which explained why Charlie was so distracted, she mused as she turned and took a long look at her partner's sleeping face. "And the sleep cycle?"

"After the night he had?"

"Ah." Eyes scanning the room, her gaze lit on a familiar chest plate... that had a nasty dent in it. Going over, she picked the heavy chest plate up, fully realizing just how much force it would have taken to dent the polymer metal reinforced with kevlar. She studied the dent for a long moment before setting the chest plate down again, only to pause when she noticed the helmet. Which was cracked. Very cracked.

"Detective?" Charlie asked when he noticed her staring at the damaged pieces.

She turned back to look at the sleeping cyborg again. "How is he? A hit like that..."

Charlie pushed away from the computer terminal and looked at his sleeping charge, seeming to choose his words carefully. "You missed the Chairman escorting him all the way in here, if that tells you anything. He stayed until I put Robo under and set about repairs. And he checked out. No memory loss from the shutdown in the field."

Madigan nodded wordless as she sank into a chair, only remembering the coffee cup still in her hand when Charlie gently took it from her.

She was still sitting like that, stunned into silence and staring at Robo as slept, when Sergeant Parks entered and startled her. "Madigan, I..." Parks studied her, looked at the sleeping cyborg, looked at Charlie, and decided to pull up a chair. "He'll be fine."

Blinking, Lisa shook herself. "I know. It's just... so many close calls. And every time feels like the first."

Parks nodded and looked at Charlie, only just noticing the concerned expression on his face and the coffee cup in his hand. "You going to drink that?"

Charlie nodded to Madigan. "It's hers." He glanced at Robo, then decided to pull up a chair as well, and handed to cup back to her. "I didn't... what was he like? I see personality quirks sometimes, but it isn't the same as seeing a person and really getting to know them."

Though startled by the unusually personal question, Lisa smiled. "He loved his family, Charlie. Loved being a cop. And... oh! I know you've seen him do it. That spinning trick he does when he holsters his sidearm? He taught himself to do that because his son was interested in a show called T.J. Lazer. Only... he wasn't yet very good at it when... you know."

Charlie stared at her. "Really?"

"Really." She shifted her gaze to Parks. "And remember how he hated writing reports?"

"Vividly," Parks told her. "Still have to remind him on occasion to download 'em, too."

Lisa chuckled. "Was that last week or the week before?"

"That's every week... including yesterday, right before evening patrol." Parks nodded to the dented chest plate and the cracked helmet. "And he had the Chairman with him for a ride-along when that happened."

Lisa frowned. "In the middle of a zone-wide blackout?"

"Yes." Parks glanced at Charlie. "Did the Chairman seem a little more... compassionate this morning?"

Charlie glanced at the sleeping Robo, pursed his lips in frustration. "Concerned. And yes. He did. He was probably also somewhat relieved because a shut down like that could have caused permanent amnesia."

Now it was Lisa's turn to blink in confusion. "What?"

"The system wasn't designed to be shut down in an uncontrolled environment. I've been trying to make that problem... less, but there's only so much I can do. It is what it is." Charlie glanced away from them to look at the discarded chest plate and helmet. "And who would have been expecting him to get rammed brutally by a truck while defending people?" The three of them were startled by the tell-tale movement of servos, and Charlie looked to find his charge moving in his sleep. "Odd..."

"Odd how?" Lisa asked.

Charlie turned to look at the computer terminal he'd been studying when Lisa had walked in, and blinked at the rapidity of the lines of code appearing there. "He's dreaming."

"And that's odd?"

"No, but I thought he was under far enough that he wouldn't." Charlie turned back to find them both staring at him in confusion. "What?"

"He doesn't usually dream?" Parks asked, now curious at Charlie's reaction.

Charlie sighed. "Remember how the system wasn't designed to be shut down without precautions?"

"Yes..."

"It also wasn't designed with a person in mind. He was supposed to be blank, completely, aside from the police experience. And he was... for a while. And then... well, then he had a violent flashback during a sleep cycle." Charlie nodded to Robo. "You know the rest."

Parks nodded slowly. "Was that about the time that he went after those..."

"Yes."

"Oh."

Lisa glanced down at the cooling coffee in her hands, shrugged, and downed the rest of it. Then she stood up, threw the empty cup into a nearby trashcan, and moved to look at Robo closer. She could see his eyes moving beneath those eyelids, and wondered what was going on in that mind of his. Here he was, her partner, for all intents and purposes... Well, he was and he wasn't. In some ways, the man he'd been was gone forever. The bullet to the head had seen to that. But he was here. She saw him, underneath the computer programming, now and then. Slowly, she turned to look at Charlie. "Call me when he wakes up again."

Charlie nodded and watched her go, then looked at Parks. "I didn't mean to stir up bad memories."

Parks nodded. "I think you helped, Charlie."

And with that, Charlie was left alone to study the lines of code.