*woo woo woo woo*

Frank awoke to a wailing siren. Startling slightly, his eyes flew open, and were greeted by the sight of Jake's face over him.

"Frank!" Jake exclaimed, obviously surprised to see him awake. "Don't move, we're almost there."

Frank sighed. Figures I'd wake up just in time to enter the ER, he thought. The pain he felt was clouding his mind, and he had to think for a minute to remember what had happened.

"Lazarro?" he asked.

"The cops are on their way to grab him," Jake told him. "He doesn't know the jig is up."

"Good," Frank said. Suddenly he flinched.

Jake looked up in alarm when the heart monitor started beeping erratically. Before he had the chance to alert the EMT, he was pushed to the side by the medic as he tried to see what was amiss with his patient.

"What's wrong?" Jake asked, not liking the look on the medic's face. The man didn't answer right away, as he reached for a cabinet and began taking stuff out.

Jake looked at Frank to see his eyes closed tightly. He didn't have to look at the heart monitor to know that Frank's heartbeat was all over the place.

He opened his mouth to ask the medic again, scared at the implications of his silence.

"It looks like the shock caused an arrhythmia," the medic finally said, injecting something into the IV in Frank's left hand.

"How bad?" Jake asked, nervously.

The medic shook his head. "I can't be sure, only a cardiologist can answer that."

Jake sighed and looked back at Frank, whose face relaxed a minute later, in response to what had obviously been a sedative.

They pulled up to the hospital a minute later, taking the stretcher out of the ambulance and quickly bringing it inside.

As expected, Jake was told to stay in the waiting room, and before he even had a chance to walk in, he was smothered by a hug.

"Jake! Thank God!" it was Alex. There were tears in her voice, and Jake hugged her tightly, smiling at Monica and Cody over her shoulder.

"Yeah," he sighed. "Thank God for my life, but now we gotta ask Him for Frank's."

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"This is the police! Come out with your hands up!"

Michael Lazarro jumped to his feet, in complete shock at being found. He grabbed his gun and started running upstairs, as he dialed Frank's cell phone. Fully prepared to inform him he was about to blow the whole bus, he was surprised when Frank didn't answer. Did it blow already? He reached his attic, and opened a trap door he'd built in the roof. More likely, he got everyone off the bus! He growled, at he thought of Frank succeeding once again.

Now on the roof of the house, he peered over the edge to see a swarm of police cars at the curb, and cops filling the yard. Quickly going to the side of the roof, he ran, and made a flying leap onto the roof of the next house; belonging to the neighbor who'd turned him in. He suddenly heard yelling, and realized that he'd been spotted.

Quickly turning around, he ran back in the direction of his own house, knowing that the cops were chasing in the other direction.

"STOP, LAZARRO!"

He skidded to a halt just before jumping to the house on the other side, as he spotted Chief Morgan standing just under him, gun aimed.

Lazarro knew that if he raised his gun, he'd be dead before he got it halfway up, so instead, he raised what was in his other hand. "You better watch it, cop! I can blow it right now!"

Morgan stood his ground, knowing that the bus situation was already resolved. However, many of the officers now surrounding the house didn't know that Lazarro was unaware of that fact, and backed up, fearfully, thinking he was threatening to blow up the house.

 "Go ahead!" Morgan yelled. "Push the button! The people are already off the bus, and it's sitting at the bottom of Lake Michigan!"

"Liar!" Lazarro yelled. "You're bluffing! For all I know, it might've already blown up! Why's Donovan not answering his phone, humm? Can it be because he blew up with it?!"

Morgan had to make up something fast, not wanting to give Lazarro the pleasure of knowing that Frank was in the hospital. "He got off the bus, his phone didn't!" he said.

Lazarro didn't know what to do. "NO!" he yelled, refusing to admit defeat. "NO! It's a lie! I'm gonna blow the thing right now! Goodbye, Frank Donovan!" With that, he pushed the button.

Suddenly one of the officers fired his gun, the bullet sailing past Lazarro's ear. It took him by surprise, and he lost his balance, falling off the unfortunately not very high roof.

Lazarro landed on the ground with a thud, and quickly found handcuffs attached to his wrists.

"You are under arrest!" Morgan informed him, gleefully.