The room was empty.

He felt the bile rise in his throat and headed for the nearest …

"Oh God" He wasn't going to make it. Hefound a waste basket and vomited into it.

A hand touched his shoulder.

"Are you okay? Stand up slowly, Marge, get a wet cloth. Sir?" He looked up and saw she was wearing surgical garb, a surgical mask hanging from her neck.

"Where are the policemen, why is the room empty? What happened.." and he started to vomit again.

She handed him the cloth and led him to a chair.

"Do you need some help?" she asked again.

"Jim Brass, what happened?" as he asked this her face changed, tightened.

"Are you a family member?"

"A Co- worker" knowing this was not the right term for his relationship with Jim.

"I told everyone of you to clear out. I won't have my OR hallways blocked when people might need help. The best way you can help your friend is to find the person who did this!" she got up to leave.

"I'm sorry. Is he dead?" her face changed again.

"Oh no. You thought. I'm sorry, no no. He is out of surgery. Still critical, but better."

"I'm not a police officer. I'm with the Crime scene investigators. Some of my men were on the scene when this happened. Jim is my friend."

"I wondered, I've never seen a cop throw up that much." she laughed a little

"We're doing all we can to find out who is behind this."

"I can't believe your "men" would just let him lay there and die. Isn't there a "no man left behind' code or something?"

"No, were really just scientists. We are not trained for that type of situation. You were there? Are you the woman that went to help him?"

"The shooting had stopped. I knew I could get to him."

"You didn't know that?"

"When you are in a sniper situation and you haven't heard a shot within a certain length of time, with targets in range, that means he is abandoning his perch."

"Wait ,you know this how?"

"Long story."

"Thank you for saving my friends life."

"He's not out of the woods yet."

Gils phone rang and her pager went off at the same time.

"What's your name?" putting his hand over the receiver.

"Holly Waterhouse, I gotta go your friend just coded." She ran to the doors marked recovery and pushed thought them shouting orders.

"Gil, You there?" Catherine's voice came through the line.

"Yeah, what you got?"

"This scene doesn't add up?"

"Tell me" glancing at the doors seeing activity through the small windows.

"First there was no drive by shooting. We didn't find a body. What we did find was a homemade bomb, under a red Honda, that's what caused the explosion. Apparently what the bystanders thought was a " drive by was the sniper shooting the Honda to detonate the bomb. When this happened the Hummer rear ended the Honda. Someone called the police and reported a drive by shooting . Not a by stander, we found the phone that made that call in the nest. You getting all this?"

"Yeah, keep talking" eyes on the windows

"We found Brass's notebook. The Honda was a stolen vehicle. Reported two months ago by a UNLV student. We're checking him out. The occupant of the Hummer is MIA too. It has Louisiana plates and is registered to H. Waterhouse."

"Who?"

"Waterhouse H. ring a bell?"