Sully walked through the open doors of Mercy hospital, and breathed a heavy sigh, mind playing back swiftly over his conversation with Yokas, and seeing Bosco lying in that bed. It had him a little thrown. He wasn't about to dwell on it and let it interfere with his job though. He was on at three, as per usual, and he wanted his mind on the job.

Walking back to his car, he climbed inside, and switched on the engine, driving away without looking back. He knew deep in his mind that Yokas was right... no one was really safe from this psycho, Wayne Thomson, and since no one had seen him since late last night, Sully realised he had to be on high alert. He needed to keep his guard up.

He remembered being one of the last ones to leave the hospital last night, after comforting Yokas during the whole experience of Bosco being brought back from the edges of life, and then whilst he was stabilised and transported to a room. Sully had hung around for a little while after that, before Yokas had told him to go home, because he looked on the verge of collapse from exhaustion.

Sully had reluctantly agreed, and managed a pitiful four hours sleep... which he guessed was more than what Yokas herself had accomplished. He doubted she had slept all night, doubted she would until she knew Thomson was off the streets.

Sully was eager to see the guy put away where he couldn't hurt anyway as well, but he knew his thoughts on the matter and their magnitude didn't compare with that of his fellow officer and one of the victims. Yokas was taking this all very personally, and he had no doubt Bosco was feeling the same way.

He hoped Bosco learned from this experience, knew for the future that going off on his own with vengeance on his mind wasn't exactly smart. Bosco wasn't one of the brightest guys on the force, but he was a great cop... so dedicated to what he did. He couldn't get through the day if something was bothering him, and there wasn't closure on a case.

Sully had seen a glimmer of potential inside Boscorelli, and that had only continued to grow with every month or so. He had no doubt in his mind that from learning from all of his many mistakes, Bosco would be a damn fine cop, one of the best in the area.

Sully had to admit Bosco didn't have far to go.

* * *

The shift had started at three as usual, and Doc was feeling refreshed from the small amount of sleep he had managed. He remembered how bad it had been when Jerry had been shot on duty, and how he had barely been able to sleep for near on a week as a result. It had shaken him bad, and this was almost as awful. Now Jerry didn't work anymore due to his injuries, and Doc missed his partner, wished he hadn't decided to take early retirement, as such.

It wasn't that he hated Carlos, just that the damn kid thought he was always right, that his opinion outshone everyone else's. It annoyed the hell out of Doc, and he had to fight to resist punching Carlos for his ignorant behaviour sometimes. But Carlos was a good paramedic when he put his mind to it, and he just got down to actually concentrating on saving the patient instead of impressing anyone.

"Have they found the shooter guy yet?"

Doc looked over from his concentration point on the road, and regarded Carlos for a moment, seeing the seriousness in his eyes. He couldn't deny the young paramedic a response. "Not that I know of. We were told this morning to keep an eye out for someone matching his description."

Carlos simply nodded silently, and turned his attention back on the road ahead, eyes often scanning the sidewalks.

Doc watched his trainee every now and then, glancing away immediately if Carlos' head turned. He didn't want Carlos to know he was being watched. It might unsettle him.

Doc had visited the hospital a little while before his shift, just after midday, and had swung by Bosco's room, finding Yokas in there too, sitting stoically by her partner's bedside, good arm rested on the mattress. Her eyes had barely lifted from Bosco as the male officer slept peacefully. Doc had stayed for near on half an hour before forcing himself to leave and let Yokas get some peace and quiet, some freedom from the other members of the third watch.

He wondered if the police station could manage with one whole unit off the road, but he didn't doubt that they could replace them until they were well enough to return to duty together. Yokas would probably return a week or so before Bosco... or not. It all depended on the rate of her recovery. Doc didn't dwell, and he reminded himself to concentrate on his job.

They hadn't had a call since they had started.

* * *

"Hey, Sully, man, you back out to bug me again today, huh?" Mahoney called to the police officer as he stepped out of the squad car onto the sidewalk beside the rough youth.

Davis exited the vehicle as well this time, too on edge to be sitting inside the unit half the day whilst Sully tried to gather useful information from bums off the street. But if it helped, then Ty was going to keep his mouth shut, at least until he had an idea or a valid opinion.

"Hey, Mahoney," Sully greeted without effort, and came to a stop before the younger man, looking down on him. Sully made the guy look short, and Davis found it a little relaxing to know that his partner intimidated the potential source of information. That on top of the fact that Sully often had run-ins with this guy was a good sign that they would find something out.

"You find your friend, Sully?" Mahoney inquired, squinting in the New York sunshine that Davis found a little surprising. It had been reasonably cold for the past few days, and now the clouds had parted and the light was beaming down on them. It felt good.

"Yeah we did," Sully replied calmly, but with a hint of irritation. "Thomson trapped him in a building and set it alight. We got him out in time though. He's in the hospital."

Mahoney's eyes widened. "Whoa..." He shook his head swiftly, and then glanced back at Sully. "Now you see why I don't deal with that psycho, huh?"

Sully nodded. "Yeah, I get it, Mahoney, but I need a favour... I need to know if you've seen him, and I need to know right now... no games."

Mahoney frowned, and furrowed his brow in confusion, eyes flicking quickly between Davis and Sully, as though he wasn't sure who to direct his reply at when he finally responded, "Last time someone spoke, they got a bullet, man. You wanna see me dead?"

Sully moved a step closer, tone lowering and edging with menace. "I thought I said no games, Mahoney. I don't think you understand how serious this is... we have two police officers in the hospital, and three dead civilians. Thomson is responsible for it all. Now, I need your help in taking him off the streets so it's safe for everyone else. Do you want to see him kill someone else? What if he comes after you next?"

Mahoney shuffled on his sneakered feet nervously, and fumbled over his words, no longer so tough on the outside, his true cowardly self shining through clearly. He was frightened, like a young child in a new and dangerous situation they weren't so sure they wanted to understand. He swallowed noticeably, then said, "Okay, Sully, man, you ain't gotta be in my face like that. You know I'd always help you if I can, right?"

"So help me out, Mahoney, what did you see?" Sully demanded, beginning to lose his temper, but controlling it well.

Davis watched the exchange from a few feet back, by the squad, keeping out of the dealings. He was taking it all in, seeing if he could learn anything from it.

"I saw Thomson."

Sully nodded. "Okay, where?"

Mahoney thought carefully for a moment, and glanced up as if in pensive consideration. "He was headed towards the hospital last I saw, man, that's the truth."

Sully glanced back at Davis immediately. Davis looked to Sully.

"What hospital?"

"I dunno..."

"Was it Angel of Mercy, Mahoney? Was it Mercy?"

Mahoney stared at Sully for a moment, then at Davis, and then bit his lip and nodded. "Yeah, man, it was Mercy."

"Dammit," Sully breathed angrily, and quickly inquired, "how long ago was it, Mahoney?"

Again, the rough youth shook his head as if in contemplation. "Must have been about a half hour. I didn't dare go near him. I turned tail and ran for my life, Sully, you know?"

Sully turned away, and called back without looking, "Thanks, Mahoney."

"Anytime, Sully, man, you know where to find me!"

Sully slammed the door to the squad just as Davis stepped inside. Already, he was feeling a sense of déjà vu. This had been how it had played out last night... pretty much. It was a little frightening, to have something like this happen... it was confusing to Davis, but he just concentrated on rationally thinking things through and making wise decisions.

"Central, this is 5-5-David. We have a lead on Wayne Thomson, spotted heading towards Mercy hospital. Be advised, suspect is presumed armed and dangerous, and may intend on picking up where he left off." Sully released the radio, waiting for a response.

"5-5-David, this is Central, ten-four. Units en route."

Sully put as much pressure on the gas as the pedal would allow, and slammed his hand on the button.

The siren wailed.

* * *

Dana Murphy was busy going over a chart when she heard the phone ringing, and reached over subconsciously to pick it up. She responded as she always did, her eyes never leaving her chart.

The voice on the other end was familiar at once, and she stood bolt upright at the words spoken.

"Bobby, is that you? Calm down," she instructed.

She heard a deep breath from the other end, before his voice came through once more, slower, more controlled, as he said, "Dana, someone spotted our shooter heading to Mercy. Have you seen him?"

"Bobby, I never heard a description. I wasn't told anything," Dana elaborated, shaking her head, hand on her hip, chart forgotten for the time being.

"Has anybody wearing a baseball cap come into the hospital?"

Dana furrowed her brow, and tilted her head slightly. "Bobby, you know how many people come through these doors each day? Take a guess at how many wear caps and hats."

"Okay... um." He went quiet for moment, and she thought she heard quiet conversing in the background. She identified Kim's voice, and Dana guessed the woman was driving. "He's about six foot, white, kinda... creepy."

"Was he wearing a grubby sweater?"

There was a moment of silence, and more speaking on the other end. "What colour?"

"I think it was grey. I can't be certain. He had jeans and black sneakers on though. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties. Kinda stuck out... even in this place," Dana explained, looking over her shoulder as people milled about their everyday business, whether they be patient or attending, cleaner or nurse.

"Dammit," she heard him mutter under his breath. "Okay, Dana, listen carefully, get security. Wayne Thomson is in the building, and we're assuming he's armed and extremely dangerous."

"What is he doing here?" Dana asked abruptly, waving a guard over, seeing the stocky man notice her, and move over.

"When was the last time someone checked on Yokas and Bosco?"

Dana dropped the phone, and headed off at a run, the security guard right behind her.