A few minutes later and the room had devolved into chaos. Members of the 126 began spilling into the house, all cramming into the small kitchen. Carlos understood their need to see TK with their own eyes, but it was quickly getting overwhelming. He wasn't going to tell them to leave though, unless TK wanted it. If seeing everyone was helping him at all, Carlos would welcome the madness.

"TK! My God," Owen exclaimed, sliding onto his knees at TK's side. TK pulled his head back from where it had been resting against Carlos' shoulder. His face crumpled as Owen's hands fluttered around him, finally resting one on the back of his neck. "Oh, son."

"Dad," TK whimpered, pressing his lips together as they trembled. Carlos could see some scratches on them and it made him furious. Every single mark on his boyfriend was filling him with a rage that was almost blinding. The gunshot wasn't enough for all this.

"We need to get these cuffs off of him. Where is the key?" Owen demanded.

"I don't have one," Carlos said regretfully.

"I've got this," Marjan said, carefully easing her way in between the two men. Carlos could see the tears shining in her eyes, but she was doing her best to not let them fall. "Hey buddy."

"Be careful," TK moaned, blinking rapidly as he looked down at his right hand. "He broke my fingers." TK's small voice made Carlos' heart shatter in his chest. No one deserved something like this to happen to them, but especially not TK. His boyfriend had already been through too much.

"I got you," Marjan sniffled, producing a pin from out of nowhere and getting to work. She quickly unclasped TK's left hand and Carlos immediately grabbed it and brought it up to his lips, kissing his palm. Owen carefully supported TK's right hand as Marjan finally freed it. Carlos could see the fingers that were swollen, but if there was a bright side to any of it, at least it had happened to his non-dominant hand.

"Thank you," TK murmured as soon as he wasn't tied down. Marjan nodded, ducking down to figure out how to remove the tray over TK's lap.

"No, you can't take him!" the older woman cried, springing up from where she'd been huddled next to her husband. Carlos' hand reached for his gun again. He didn't really want to shoot anyone else, but he would to protect TK. He didn't need to though. Judd's hulking form stepped in between them and he towered over her menacingly.

"I was always taught not to hit a lady, but I will put you down if you so much as make a move in his direction," Judd growled. Carlos had gotten to know all of them pretty well over the last few months and he knew that Judd was a gentle giant, but right now he knew that the man would do whatever it took to protect TK. Even if that meant going against his morals.

"But that's my son!" the woman cried. Owen's head whipped around so fast that Carlos could hear the joints in his neck crack.

"He is my son! Our family, not yours!" Owen hissed.

"But-"

"Sit down before I take away your ability to stand," Judd snapped, pointing to the floor. The woman made the right decision, plopping back down next to her husband.

"Hey TK, mind if I check you over a bit?" Tommy asked, cradling his cheek in her hand. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"He hit my head," TK mumbled, resting his face against Tommy's hand. It reminded Carlos too much of the time their team had been abducted and he'd held TK as his consciousness waned.

"Do you know with what?"

"A shotgun, I think," TK whimpered, closing his eyes as Tommy palpitated his scalp.

"There's a lump back here," Tommy murmured.

"She- she gave me something. I don't know what it was."

"A pill?" Owen asked, keeping his voice even. If all of this ended up affecting TK's sobriety, on top of everything else, Carlos wouldn't be able to hold back his wrath. Everyone thought he was a calm, even-tempered man, and he usually was. But if you hurt the people he loved, all that would fly out the window.

"A chemical. I don't know what it was," TK replied, shaking his head.

"What did you give him?" Tommy demanded, cutting her eyes at the woman. The woman pursed her lips and looked down at her husband.

"And he- he gave me a bottle of cough syrup."

"You need to tell us what you gave him," Paul said seriously, squatting next to the downed man and checking him over. He pressed a towel to his bullet wound and the man let out a low moan, but didn't wake up. When it was obvious that she wasn't going to answer, he switched to a new tactic. "Your husband isn't looking too good here. It would be a shame if he bled out while I was here to save him."

"Please, help him!" the woman cried, grabbing her husband's limp hand. Paul raised his own, tipping his head to the side in challenge. "You can't let him die!"

"Give me the information I want and I won't," Paul shrugged. The woman still didn't say anything, but her eyes darted toward a kitchen cabinet a few times before she could help herself. Carlos and Paul both noticed.

"The cabinet!" they called out, and Mateo immediately walked over, wrenching open the doors.

"I got it!" Mateo announced in triumph, shifting to the side to reveal a bottle of brown liquid.

"Thanks for your cooperation," Paul smirked, standing up and moving away from the pair.

"Wait! You have to help him!" the woman shouted.

"He's already stable. There's nothing else I can do for him here," Paul replied, wagging his eyebrows at the woman when she realized she'd been manipulated. Mateo was about to grab the bottle from the shelf, but Carlos stopped him.

"You can't take that. It's evidence," Carlos said regretfully. They really needed officers here to take over the scene, so he could focus on TK. He was not willing to let these people go free because of a technicality. Everyone being here was probably already pushing it, but that couldn't be helped.

"I got it," Mateo mumbled, pulling a metal straw in a carrying case out of his pocket. He used the edge of his shirt to open up the top, then dipped his straw in, collecting a bit of the liquid.

"Why do you have that?" Marjan asked, staring at him in amazement.

"Save the turtles," Mateo grinned, securing the straw back in his case and moving everything to where it had been before.

"We need to get TK to the hospital so they can test that and see if he's okay," Tommy said.

"Did anyone bring their car?" Carlos asked. As far as he knew, they were all on foot, like him. And the ambulance was taking too long.

"I got it," Nancy announced, barreling into the kitchen. "I borrowed Cap's car."

"You borrowed my car?" Tommy questioned, looking up at her. "I have the keys."

"I hotwired it," Nancy shrugged. "It was the biggest and I thought we might need the space."

"Good thinking."

"Well, let's go," Owen said, nodding at his son.

"I have to stay here," Carlos sighed, thumbing away a tear from TK's cheek. He was fighting valiantly to stay awake, but he was clearly exhausted. Carlos didn't want to think of all the things contributing to his tired state.

"Babe," TK whimpered, latching onto the fabric of Carlos' shirt with his good hand.

"I know, but I have to stay and answer questions for the officers when they get here. You're gonna be in good hands though. Your dad is gonna stay with you, and the others. Right?" Carlos soothed, looking around at everyone. They all nodded, because of course they would do anything they could for TK.

"I don't want you here alone. It's not safe," TK choked out, glancing down at the pair of outliers before closing his eyes.

"I'll stay here," Paul volunteered.

"Me too," Mateo added, handing his straw to Tommy.

"I'll run back to your house to get my car, so I can drive us all to the hospital when we're done here," Marjan offered.

"See that? Now neither of us will be alone," Carlos murmured, leaning forward to press his forehead to TK's. "Will you go now so the hospital can take care of you?"

"Okay," TK agreed softly.

"How about a ride?" Judd asked, stepping over and scooping TK into his arms.

"A ride from Ryder," TK mumbled, resting his head against Judd's shoulder.

"That's right," Judd chuckled, but he gave Tommy a pointed look and gestured down to his arm. "There's something wet."

"TK, are you bleeding?" Tommy asked, wiping her finger along the chair where TK had just been sitting.

"I think he stabbed me. I forgot," TK slurred, before he finally passed out. Carlos sucked in a sharp breath, pressing a kiss to the top of TK's head and murmuring a few "I love yous" as Judd rushed past him and out the front door.

"I'll keep you posted until you get there," Owen promised, pulling him in for a tight hug. "Thank you for saving our boy." All Carlos could do was nod as Owen and the rest of them who were leaving left the house. Every cell in his body was pulling him toward TK, but he had to stay. There was no way he could let anything go wrong and give these people a chance to go free. They were going to pay for what they did and Carlos was going to see to that. And then he was going to hold TK in his arms and never let him go.