Marcie walked in Foxy Roxy's, opening up her coat a little. Hi
Roxy! Marcie called. Roxy stuck her head out into the room.

Marcie, honey, Roxy said. What can I do ya for? Cut color and
curl? A snazzy up do? Wanna go blonde?

Marcie giggled. No, no. I'm here to see Ronnie.

He's up on the roof, Roxy swooned. If it isn't one thing with
him, it's another.

Ron just likes to be helpful.

It don't hurt that he ain't half bad on the eyes.


Oh he's a stud, Marcie.. Roxy said as Ron came down the stairs.

Marcie giggled. You are gonna say hello.

Rox, you seen my keys? Ron asked calmly. Marcie looked over at
him as he found the keys.

Marcie approached him, reaching her hand out for his
arms. He turned, not wanting to have frightened. A white towel was
wrapped around his hand, spotted with crimson. God, Ronnie, you took
off a finger.

he stopped her before she completely freaked out. He
knew how Marcie could get if somebody close to her was hurt. No. I
didn't take a finger off. I cut hand. No big deal.

No big deal? Ronnie, that towel was white. Marcie was freaking
out. You need stitches.

Ron couldn't help but laugh. Would you feel better if you came
with me to the hospital?

What are you waiting for? You're bleeding. She grabbed him by
the sleeve and dragged him out to his car.


You can do this, Al thought. You let the guys take over to
argue with John. He can take over to do this doctor stuff too. No big
deal. No problem.

Can somebody please help us? Marcie said stepping inside with
Ron. Al looked over.

This is that divine intervention stuff, right? he thought. He
walked over to them. What happened here?

My brother... Marcie said. He was... working. He cut himself...

It's really not that bad. Ron said as Al put on a pair of gloves.

Let's just take a look here. Al said, removing the towel. Oh
yeah... that's definitely gonna need some stitches. He could see that
Marcie was scared. I'll uh... I'll take care of that for you. Marcie
relaxed a little. Come with me.

Al led Ron into an empty room. He knew exactly what he was
doing, didn't even need to give it a second thought. How'd you do this
anyway? Al asked.

I was uh... fixing some damage to the roof over at... Foxy
Roxy's.

You're a roofer? Al asked, knowing the whole story already.

Well I dabble. Ron said. Construction, roofing home
improvements... kind of the jack of all trades.

Marcie really cares about you.

Marcie's my sister. Ron said with a smiled. She's an angel. She
really is. She's got this huge heart, Ron could see the look on Al's face.
You're into my sister. he said rather matter of factly.

Well I... Al said.

Look man. Nothing against you personally. I really don't know
you. But Marcie... she's really going through a rough time. Ron said.
Her boyfriend just died not too long ago and uh... well he was really
special to her. She's definitely not ready to...

Al said quickly. Yeah I know. I know. She's not looking
for a replacement. I'm not looking to replace Al.

Ron gave him a strange look. I never said his name.

Yeah?.. Yeah. Al said. Well uh... this is a hospital... he was a
patient here. I... I knew him. Great guy.

He loved my sister, Ron said. He treated her right.

Al gave a nod. Well uh... looks like you're all set here. Make sure
to keep an eye on that and... come back in a few days I'll take those out
for you.

Great. Thanks, doc. Ron said. He followed Al to the door.

Ronnie. Are you OK? Marcie said.

Oh, yeah, Al said. He's a tough one. You take care of him, OK?
Al smiled. Keep him off the roof for a few days.

I will. Marcie said. She paused, looking at her brother. I'll
meet you out in the car, OK, Ronnie? Ron nodded reluctantly. Dr.
McBain? Marcie said as Ron left. Al turned, looking at her. She smiled
softly. Thank you... for helping my brother.

Oh it was... nothing Al said. How nice it was to actually stand
there and talk to her again.

I know it's your job, but...

You're welcome. AL smiled. I was glad to do it.

Marcie smiled silently, turning, pausing a moment before heading
towards the door. Al folded his arms across his chest with a smiled
watching her leave.

I can get used to this divine intervention stuff, he said aside.
What you got cooking up there for me next? Bring it on, I'm ready.

Michael McBain?

Al cringed. He knew the voice and didn't look forward to turning
around to face it. This is not exactly what I had in mind, Al thought

Dr. McBain? Al turned. I'm Antonio Vega... with the LPD. You
mind coming with me?

Mind telling me what this is about? Al asked.

The Commissioner'd like to talk to you about Madison
Kensington.

Oh I already talked to... Al sighed. ... right, the Commissioner.
Right. He gestured towards the door. Lead on.