The hospital doors nearly flew off the hinges when Bryan hit them full force.

"Report, now!" He yelled at the rookie cop that was talking to a buddy.

"Uh, I…" The kid stammered. Sango saved him just in time.

"Bryan! Deep breaths! They're stable and the doctors say they were lucky. You hunting down rookie cops is not going to fix anything."

"These are the cops that protect the city? Pft, don't look like much."

Bryan whirled out of Sango's grasp to face another cop. This one slightly older on the job.

His fist met with the side of the person's cheek, just before being tackled to the ground by Ayame.

"That's enough!" She yelled, pulling her mate to his feet. She held his hands in hers to keep him from attacking. "You little shits. We get done more than your fat doughnut eating asses any fucking hour of the week, you hear me!"

The offending cop stood and took a step away from the enraged Commander.

"Let's go you, you need to calm down." Sango said, leading him away, Shooting daggers into the other cop with her eyes.

"He always like that?" Ouka asked when Ayame returned to the side of the wheel chair.

"Only when three things get into the mix. 1 - It involves a team member. 2 - When arrogant asses make themselves heard about those team members. And, 3 - When an officer is down."

"Triple threat."

"Yup."

"Just one more day Ouka, you'll be walking again." Ayame sighed after a moment.

"I could walk now if you people would let me."

"Better safe than sorry… I guess."

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"Calm down now! You were totally out of line in there!" Sango yelled, settling Bryan on an empty hospital bed.

"I don't care. They don't know them like I do. They have no right to talk like that."

Sango leaned back on the wall with a smirk on her face. "I know. But let's not hit any more police officers. Got it?"

Bryan didn't answer, he headed for the door again. He found the first STF agent he could, Miroku.

"You, off your ass and call our forensics. Let's go! Move it."

"Bryan, calm. I already did, they said they'll see you when you get there."

Bryan blinked at first before taking off out the hospital doors again, this time, one of the hinges came off a little.

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Bryan had no sooner shifted the car into park then he was out the door. Ayame knew how it was. Someone had screwed with his officers, and he wasn't going to stop until he found him.

Ouka opened her door and, almost defiantly, stood up, stretching a little.

"Ouka. Don't, you're going to hurt yourself." Ayame protested, grabbing for an arm to hold her up with. Ouka held up a hand to block.

"I'm fine. I'd be doing back flips right now if I wasn't so stiff."

Ayame blinked. "Come on, even I don't heal that fast." She said as another siren stopped. Ayame looked over to see Sango getting out of her car and heading for them.

"Shouldn't you be in a wheel chair? Bryan's going to have another fit if he catches you."

"I'm fine." Ouka huffed.

"Sit." Sango commanded, lifted the cargo door. Ouka sat on the back of the unit.

"Let's see." Sango muttered to herself, lifting Ouka's leg and inspecting it. She ran a hand over the knee cap to find it fully in place. Reaching for her belt Sango pulled her rubber flashlight out, lightly tapping the knee cap, making sure to stay out of striking range of the deadly looking claws. Satisfied that Ouka's leg was fine she stood back up, resting a hand on top of the open door, another on her hip.

"I've never seen anything like it. Fully healed." She whispered.

"What?" Ayame asked in disbelief. "But I saw it that night! You were a mess! It was black and blue, there wasn't even a bone left in there, what the hell happened?"

"A little trick an old friend taught me on how to heal faster."

"Mireille?" Ayame asked, taking a step back and lifting an eyebrow.

Ouka nodded. "She was… unique, but she knew what she was up to."

"That is true. Whatever did happen to her?"

"Got a job at CC. Designs rare items."

Ayame rolled her eyes. "Figures."

Ayame looked over at Bryan who stood among the wreckage. "Unreal." She heard him whisper. Bryan crouched down to further inspect the trashed vehicle.

"There is just no way I could see Kagome coming out of this. Inuyasha, maybe, but only because of his demon blood." Sango whispered.

"I know how they did it." Bryan answered. "He protected her. He saw the truck coming, and at the last moment, threw himself on her. Damn… they're going to be hurting when they wake up."

"Ahg! God damn it!" Bryan cursed, kicked a piece of rubble off to the side before speeding off in his unit. Leaving Sango, Ayame, and Ouka to stare at his tailgate.

"I'll give you a ride home." Sango said, shaking her head sadly.

Bryan pulled to a stop at a park. The same one that somehow, him, Inuyasha, and Kagome had all ended up at right before they found out that Shippo had been shot. The same bridge, same sounds.

The same dent was there too. "Man… I'm useless." He huffed, sitting with his back against the wall. "It's coming. I can feel it. The climax… something is going to happen… either I'm going to go over the edge and lose it… or… damn, this sucks. All of it. This shit is fucked up."

"Ye sound troubled son." An older lady stated. Bryan looked strait up. She wasn't there a moment ago. "Sorry." She smiled. "But I couldn't help but overhear you. Please, tell me your problems."

Bryan choked on his breath for a moment. "It's kind of complicated. I would really hate to burden you with my troublesome mind." Bryan replied, quickly standing with a small bow. He had no clue why he did that…

"Nonsense, child." The lady stated with a smile.

"Child?" Bryan thought.

"Tell me your problems. Maybe I can help."

"Well, you see… I'm apart of this team. And… lately we've been going through some major problems. Two of the member of the team are unable to help and… I feel like I'm letting all of them down. The entire team is getting torn apart."

"Like toy soldiers." She finished. Bryan blinked. "Yah… Just like toy soldiers."

"Bryan, your team is your family. Consider how you would deal with it now? Would you rush in, or think it out?"

Bryan turned quickly around. "How did you know my… name?" He finished, the lady was gone. A single strip of paper in her place. Bryan picked it up and read the Japanese symbols on it, before stuffing it in his pocket.

"Whoever she was… she was right… I need to think this out. No rushing."

"Play it strait. What cards do I have in my hand… not many… nothing good. Remember that game of poker you played with Saito during that security mission? His poker face was unflinching… that's what we need… something unflinching… not something… someone… I got it!"

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"You want me to what?"

"Join STF. Right now you're the best card-er-person we've got. They won't see you coming."

"Bryan, you're not serious!" Ayame nearly yelled at him.

"Now hold on, Ayame. The man has a point." Ouka said, standing and getting within three inches of Bryan's face.

"But tell me. Why exactly do you really want me to join?"

"That's simple. You are our trump card. Your hand-to-hand is second to none. You know what you got and how to use it. And with a small amount of weapons and tactics training, you would be one of our best. You could be an Elite Fighter."

Ouka flashed Ayame an angered glare. "You told him!"

"No!" Ayame said.

"I found out on my own." Bryan said. His gaze unshifting.

"My service… my days as a CTU member are long gone. I gave it up for a reason. I'm not about to go back." She slammed a fist on the local table, cracking it, before storming towards the guest room. Bryan grabbed her by the shoulder.

Ouka's hand was fast, quickly snatching his hand and trying to flip him over his shoulder. Mid-flip, Bryan managed to turn it around, Ouka landed - somewhat softly - on the couch, Bryan poised above her.

"I know what happened then. I know you think you carry a shame with you every day. I know why you turned down that medal. But I also know this: You cannot beat yourself up over something you had no control over."

Ouka's stare was unnerving even to the seasoned STF agent.

"What the fuck would you know about losing your entire team in a terrorist attack."

Bryan's gaze shifted to the side, a sheepish look coming on his face. "More than you could ever understand."

"What I thought. You don't have a clue!" She said, standing up and folding her arms.

Bryan turned around. "I'll be back in a few hours." He said, walking right out the door.

Ouka rolled her eyes. "Unreal. He thinks he can fool me." She said, making her way to the kitchen. Ayame stopped her.

"Ouka… he was telling the truth." Ouka scoffed, clearly outraged. Ayame sat the silver wolf in a chair, sitting next to her.

"It was a while back. But… he carries the burden with him everyday. Those dog tags on his neck… they remind him of what happened…"

Ouka's glare softened. "What do you mean?"

"Back when he worked for Hartford, out in the states, they had a major terrorist attack. STF was called and him and his team went to the scene. During the battle they got caught in an ambush. His entire team got taken out right before his eyes. All of them… he was the only survivor."

"But you made it out, Ayame."

"I had left STF a little before the attack. But from the news report I heard… it was bad. You know… he's never really been the same since then." Ayame said, nodding her head towards a box that sat on a shelf. "All his memories from then… he kept a few…"

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Ouka sat alone, the volume down low, on the couch. Watching a tape she had found in the box. Looking into it she pulled out a pair of dog tags, running her fingers over the name. STF: Anna Logic. Rank: 24 Search and Rescue.

Another pair of tags: STF: Mona "Eagle" Sax. Rank: 34 TAC Sniper.

Ouka pulled another: STF: Kenai "Claws" K. Rank: 21 Delta Ops.

The final pair Ouka would pull out surprised her.

STF: Ayame "Silver Wolf" Hitomi. Rank: 56 David.

She looked up at the TV screen. She saw Bryan smiling and laughing as some beers were passed out among STF agents. Matching pictures with people, she ID'd four of them. Mona, Kenai, Max, and someone named Lian. Ayame and two others were also there.

Ouka felt close to tears. She had lost some of her team, sure. They weren't nearly as close nit as these people were, and a few of her team had survived… after the attack he had… no one.

"I see you found my box of old shit."

Ouka nearly jumped. "Bryan! Sorry, Ayame had motioned to this during a little talk. I got curious."

"Don't worry about it." He said, cocking his head to the side. "I haven't watched this in ages."

"I know. It was all dusty when I found it."

"Lets see... Kenai… Anna… Mona… Max… Ayame…" He trailed off.

"Bad memories?" Ouka questioned when he didn't say anything after a few seconds.

"A little. But that what keeps me going to the end of the day."

There was a slight pause. "I'll do it."

"Huh?"

"I'll join the force… I'll help you. For my old team…" She said. "For these men and women." She pointed to the TV screen. "And for you. No one should ever have to go through what I - no - we went through. I'll help you."

Bryan smiled. "Good. GO get some rest. You're going to need it."

Ouka blinked. This is going to be just like old times at the CTU.