1The door to Dr. Rizzo's office was slightly ajar, but Deakins knocked before opening it. The doctor looked up from his desk.

"Yes, may I help you?"

Deakins and Carver entered, Deakins extending his hand to the doctor. "I'm Capt. James Deakins." Carver followed in kind, "Ron Carver, District Attorney's Office."

"Vincent Rizzo...Chief of Psychiatry." The doctor looked at both men curiously, some question in his face. He offered them each a seat as he lowered himself into his leather Recaro chair. "There was no need to bring counsel, Captain," he said with a half smile. "The hospital doesn't have any intention of bringing a property damage claim against the Department for your Detective's actions." He said it with a slight chuckle– an attempt to put Deakins and Carver at ease.

Carver smiled: "We appreciate that position doctor, but I'm not here in my official capacity...I'm here as a...

Deakins attempted to finish Carver's sentence: "friend," he chimed in as Carver simultaneously said "colleague."

Deakins shot him a glace and Carver returned one of his own.

Deakins thought to himself, "should've known better than to interrupt Carver...or ANY lawyer, for that matter." He began "sizing up" Rizzo. He was a handsome man, mid 50's, black hair-salt & pepper at the temples; designer suit– Hugo Boss, he'd guess, Geoffrey Beane tie, gold cufflinks...couldn't see the shoes hidden under the desk. Deakins already noticed the chair– those Recaro office chairs go for upwards of $1,500 a piece. The Doctor's walls were as "well dressed" as he himself was. Deakins took note of the dozen or so diplomas, degrees and awards that were perfectly mounted and framed. His observations helped him feel a little more confident that Bobby was in good hands.

Carver had noticed Deakins' eyes darting around– trying to be nonchalant in his mind's silent investigation of Dr. Rizzo. Carver laughed inwardly, "you can't take the detective out of the boy..."

All of these thoughts and observations had taken mere seconds – little bits flashing through Deakins' eyes and now permanently committed to memory.

The Captain leaned forward in his chair, "So, Doctor...you wanna' fill me in on what went on here?"

Dr. Rizzo began, "What I'm about to say isn't from first-hand observation. It was reported to me by the staff on the 4th floor. The nurses at the station heard the alarm sound from the patient's..." he flipped through papers in his file, searching for the name...

"Detective Eames' room," Deakins offered.

Rizzo continued, "yes, Alexandra Eames' room. I'm sorry for your loss, by the way. The alarm is directly connected to the heart monitor. They rushed to the room and found...Detective Goren by the bed. One nurse, uhhh, Nurse Longo, well, when she entered the room, she heard the tail-end of something that Detective Goren was saying...something like he wanted to go with her..."

Deakins and Carver exchanged knowing glances.

"Nurse Longo said that Detective Goren was...extremely upset...agitated...distraught... she thought that Goren was leaving the bedside to give access to the hospital staff, she said he grabbed for his suit jacket...she saw his badge...the jacket fell to the floor...then the nurse said it became apparent to her that Detective Goren was reaching for the holster that had been underneath the jacket. She yelled to the other nurse in the room...ummm, Nurse King...two orderlies rushed in and...um...tackled Detective Goren while he was bent down trying to pick up the holster. They told the nurses to get more orderlies or the security guard, 'cause the women wouldn't be of any help in restraining him."

The doctor paused. Deakins pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger and let out a sigh. "Continue, doctor"

"Well, two more orderlies arrived and assisted, security arrived – it took all five men to get Detective Goren under control. He's uh...quite a big, strong guy; they had to get him out of the room – away from the patient. Nurse Longo said he was screaming, fighting...kicking all the way.

Umm, I'm not sure if you're aware, gentlemen, but Ms. Eames had a DNR Order on file and had a signed organ donor card. Time WAS of the essence."

Deakins nodded his understanding, but wanted to get back to the matter at hand: Bobby. "What was he screaming..do you know?"

The doctor rifled through his notes, "Uhmmm, let's see if Nurse Longo reports that...yes, here: 'get off me, let me go' 'you can't take her' 'please don't take her away.' She reports shortly after that, (and after kicking out the glass window of the lounge) he collapsed onto his knees–there was no more fight left in him. He was sobbing uncontrollably, rocking back and forth...saying 'I'm all alone," 'I just wanna' die' over and over again...then he tried to reach for one of the shards of glass."

Carver sat listening to the details, trying to distance himself emotionally. Maybe if he could treat this like a deposition or some other Court proceeding -- pretend to just be listening to the facts of a random case – it would quell the churning in his stomach. It didn't work. He gut was in a knot.

"That's why," Dr. Rizzo continued, "we found it necessary to sedate him and hold him for observation."

Deakins ran a hand through his silver hair, "Can we see him?"

Dr. Rizzo knew there would be no real point to seeing him, other than possibly making Deakins and Carver feel better; Detective Goren wouldn't even know they were there – he'd be "out" for hours.

Dr. Rizzo rose from his seat, slid open a small panel on the wall and began spinning the tumbler of his wall safe. "I'll allow you to look in on him. If you don't mind, Captain?" he said, gesturing towards Deakins sidearm, "...no weapons allowed on the ward." Deakins removed the Glock from its holster and placed it in the safe, which the doctor quickly closed.

Carver and Deakins passed through the doorway, each thanking the doctor for his time and for allowing them to see Bobby.

They walked down the hall, three astride, toward the locked psychiatric unit; Deakins looking down, Carving noticing and thinking what a toll the events of the day must be taking on the Captain.

Deakins added to his mental notes, "Kenneth Cole shoes."

End. Chpt. 3