"Let's call it a night, JD." Buck put a hand on his shoulder. "Can't do anything now. It's late, and if Junior don't wanna be found, he ain't gonna be."

"I don't get it! Where'd he go?" JD got up to pace. "WHY'd he go? I mean, it's Ezra. Shouldn't he be there?"

Buck steered his friend to the elevators. "Can't tell you what the man's thinking, Kid, but I'm guessing he's feeling guilty."

"That's just stupid," JD said hotly. "It wasn't his fault Ezra was made. He wasn't even there!"

"Grief and anger ain't rational," Buck pointed out. "Now let's go. I got a call from Nate--they're moving Ez into a private suite like Chris, uh, asked. Vin'll be back when he's ready."