Frank lay there in a daze, not even hearing the police Expedition pull up. Suddenly someone was touching him, and he realized his name was being called.

"Frank!" said Jake, trying to decide if it was safe to turn him over onto his back. "Where are you hurt? Anything broken?"

Frank thought for a minute. He was in pain, but it didn't feel like anything was fractured. "I don't think so," he answered.

"Okay, I'm gonna turn you over," Jake warned him. Frank didn't answer, so Jake gently slid his hands under Frank's arms. He'd only just started to move him when Frank suddenly gasped.

"What?" Jake said, quickly letting go.

"Shoulder…" Frank whispered, as massive pain shot through it. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly when Jake touched it.

"Dislocated," Jake said, wincing in sympathy.

Frank said nothing, but almost jumped when he heard Chief Morgan's voice, who he hadn't realized was there.

"What's the ETA on that ambulance?" he was saying, into his cell phone. "What! Tell them to hurry!"

Frank opened his eyes when he heard Morgan snap his phone closed.

"Frank," said Morgan, as he knelt beside him. "You're probably gonna hate me for this, but we gotta pop your arm back."

"Shouldn't we let the medics do that?" Jake asked, sounding nervous at the idea.

Morgan shook his head. "ETA is 10 minutes. My brother-in-law dislocated his shoulder last year, and by the time we got him to the hospital there was so much swelling that he needed surgery to put it back. I'm sure you don't want that, Frank."

Frank closed his eyes with a sigh. He was by no means a stranger to pain, but he knew that this would probably be right up there next to the pain of a bullet.

"Turn him towards you," Jake said to Morgan, not wanting Frank's body weight on his injured shoulder.

The Chief nodded and did as Jake said.

Frank forced himself to not make a sound as they moved him, despite the pain he now felt in his ribs. One thing at a time…

"You sure you know how to do this?" he heard Jake ask.

Morgan shot him a sheepish look. "I saw it done on TV…"

"What?" Frank gasped, wanting to get as far away from him as possible, now.

Morgan laughed. "I saw it on 'Trauma Team', not some fake TV show. After what happened to my brother I made it a point to try to learn these things. It's good for cops to know this stuff, you know." He shook his head. "I never figured I'd have to use my newly acquired knowledge on you though, but the way your luck is, I should've figured!"

Frank's only answer for that was a groan.

Morgan made a face; aware he'd talked too much. "Come're, Jake."

Jake scurried over to Morgan's side.

"Pick up his arm, and hold it straight," Morgan told him.

Jake looked at Frank as if asking for his permission, not wanting to hurt him.

Frank nodded at him. "Do what the 'doctor' says, Jake."

Jake nodded, and did as Morgan told him, wincing inwardly at Frank's gasp.

Morgan placed his hand on Frank's shoulder, feeling to make sure there were no broken bones before he did this. "There's no reason to be macho, Frank," he said when he saw Frank bite his lip to avoid making a sound. "Ready?" he asked.

Frank was tempted to shake his head, but he forced himself to nod.

Suddenly a *pop* was heard, and blinding pain shot through his shoulder, spreading into his collarbone and down his arm. He cried out at the pain, not able to prevent himself.

Morgan and Jake winced, trading sympathetic looks, knowing that it took a lot for Frank to voice pain.

Morgan carefully took Frank's arm from Jake, and gently laid it next to his body.

"Frank?" Jake said.

Frank said nothing, breathing heavily, eyes still squeezed tightly shut.

Jake suddenly remembered Frank's earlier irregular heartbeat, and checked his pulse. It was beating very fast, and Jake hoped it was in response to his injuries, and not damage from the electric shock.

As they waited for Frank to compose himself, Morgan saw Frank's phone on the ground and picked it up. The line was still open from when Frank had been talking to Jake, and he hung it up.

A few seconds later, it rang.

Jake grabbed it. "Frank, it's him!"

Frank opened his eyes, having forgotten all about Lazarro. He cleared his throat, hoping he'd be able to speak normally, after what he'd just gone through. He shakily tried to push himself up on one elbow, and Jake helped him sit up, and held him there.

"Donovan," he said into the phone, which Jake held for him. His voice came out steadier then he actually felt.

"Who do you keep calling, your mother?" said Lazarro. "How'd the people on the bus like my surprise?"

"They loved it," Frank said, sarcastically.

"How many did it kill?" he asked, a note of glee in his voice.

"None," Frank answered, smugly.

Lazarro paused. "None? No one? You're lying!"

"No I'm not," Frank said. "Everyone is still alive."

Suddenly Morgan's phone rang, and he jumped up and walked a distance away before answering it.

"You might as well give up," Frank told Lazarro. "You aren't gonna succeed."

"Wanna bet?"

"You'll see," Frank said, smugly. He nodded at Jake, to hang up.

"Frank!" Morgan came running back. "The showed Lazarro's picture on the news, and a woman recognized it as her next-door neighbor! He has a mustache and fake name, but she's sure it's the same guy."

That was music to Frank's ears. "Did you send officers there?"

Morgan nodded.

"Good…" Frank said, closing his eyes when he suddenly felt dizzy.

"Frank?" said Jake.

His voice sounded far away to Frank, who didn't answer, nor did he feel Jake jostle him to make him open his eyes. All he saw was comforting, painless darkness.

Jake made a sound of displeasure when it became obvious that Frank had passed out, and he gently laid him down again. "Is it me, or should Frank have not passed out from a mere dislocated shoulder?"

Morgan shook his head. "He might have other injuries, or might be going into shock from the dislocation…"

"His heart!" Jake said, quickly checking Frank's pulse. It was still beating fast. "Where's the freakin' ambulance? It's been more then 10 minutes!"

As Morgan picked up his cell phone to find out where it was, they suddenly heard the wail of the rescue vehicle. It pulled up a minute later, and the medics quickly jumped out.

After finding out what had happened, they quickly hooked Frank up to an EKG, safely secured his injured arm to his body, and loaded the stretcher into the ambulance.

"You can't let word get out that the bus is in the water," said Jake, as he got into the rescue vehicle. "If Lazarro finds out before the cops pick him up…"

Morgan nodded. "I know, don't worry. Tell Frank I'll come see him later."

Jake nodded. "I will," he said, closing the door.

Morgan watched as it sped away, before running to his Expedition and taking off.