"Cath?" She turned when she heard a voice in the doorway, smiling when she saw Cosmo with 'Vannah and Bobby behind him.
"How'd they get him to sleep with a fugitive on the loose out there, use a mallet on him or something?" 'Vannah whispered as they crept into the room, being careful to not make any unavoidable noise. The old saying about letting sleeping dogs lie was definately applicable for this visit. She quietly edged over to the bed and placed the present she had found in the gift shop, a large stuffed dog, at Sam's side. Catherine smiled slightly to herself at that, glad she would be there to see Sam's expression when he woke and found himself in bed with a stuffed animal.
"No sign of the fugitive yet?" Catherine whispered to Cosmo, batting Bobby away from the box of donuts as she talked. "If you're hungry,Bobby, I think they might have jello cups somewhere. Leave the donuts alone. They're Sam's. I made a special run AT HIS REQUEST." She was not leaving Sam alone to go find another box for him. Bobby brought up short, then headed out the door of the hospital room, in search of jello.
"We have cops from three different precincts on it plus every marshal that wasn't already on a case. This guy must have discovered some sort of invisibility formula or something because there's nothing," Cosmo grumbled in reply to Catherine's question. He had never seen a fugitive vanish this completely before. "Guy's wounded though, that's one thing to our advantage. Thought we'd check out the ER while we're here, see if they've seen anything. Who knows? With the mess they made of things with Sammy, our guy might be on ice in the morgue too."
"Renfro?" They all jumped slightly at a low growl from the bed, turning as Sam forced his heavy eyes open, a slightly glazed expression warring with annoyance. "Where is my fugitive?"
"They're going to go check the ER for your fugitive now, Sam," Catherine said with a sigh. She hated it when he got stubborn and from the sound of it, he was heading right for stubborn city. She wondered if it was too early for him to have more pain medicine.
"Fugitive's in the......" Sam started to try to pull himself up. If his fugitive might be just downstairs, there was no way that he was going to stay up here and let him get away again.
"Sam Gerard, you aren't going anywhere so just lay back in that bed," Catherine said fiercely with a stern glare to back up her words. "Your team is perfectly capable of finding that fugitive without your help. If you even think about moving, I swear I will have the nurse sedate you until next year!"
Sam stared at his boss in surprise. He made a motion that all interpreted as "The hell with it, I'm getting out of bed," and Catherine moved immediately to the bedside, looming over him threateningly, a scowl on her features. Sam blinked as she reached for the nurse call button.
"Dammit, don't do that," he muttered, and Catherine paused.
"Are you going to do as you're told this time?" she asked him pointedly.
"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled, as his team stared. Petite little Marshal Walsh had just trumped Sam Gerard. They'd never seen anyone one-up Sam.
But Sam wasn't quite finished. "I want a coordinated search of this hospital," he told the team. "Search every lab, every unit, every room if you have to. I want reports back here to me every fifteen minutes. Find that fugitive!"
"We'll get him, Sammy. Just rest," Cosmo said with a chuckle as the team headed towards the door once more. He wouldn't want to be in Cath's shoes, that was for sure, not with having to put up with a very cranky Big Dog.
"You know, these jello cups are actually kind of good," Bobby remarked as he caught up with him at the elevator, his hands full of single serving deserts. "Anyone want one?"
"What I want is that fugitive," Cosmo grumbled.