Lennie awoke from getting hit as he asked, "What happened? Oh jeez! My knee!"

Lennie winced as he felt a lot of pain while looking around slowly when he noticed the silhouetted figure was gone and there was no one around except for his car that he saw being lit up by a street light. His arm moved to his side so he could turn over to his back as he got up. As he badly limped slowly, he realized his phone was ringing as he winced in pain since he got up and was trying not to put pressure on his injured knee. As he got to the car, he reached for his cell phone but it stopped ringing so he put it back in his jacket pocket. After he got to the driver's side door, he opened it and gingerly got in his car as he lifted his good leg, bent his left knee and winced in pain. Then as he was sitting down, heard his CB radio that was on calling his name and he realized he had been away from his car for a half hour as he looked at his watch..

"Green to Briscoe, do you copy? Over."

Gosh I hope they haven't been calling me longer than a half hour. He thought to himself.

Damn, I can't use this leg to drive but will have to use my left leg. What am I going to tell everyone? He thought to himself.

He took a deep breath as he grabbed the radio then said, "Briscoe responding, Over."

He looked at his cell phone that showed the battery was dead as he turned on the ignition and started driving.

"Great, modern technology my ass! Guess I will get to the station house and call Ed or on the other hand, I'm going home then call him. It won't take long."

"Briscoe, what is your location?"

Lennie responded as he tried not to sound like he was in pain but he was. "Driving towards 200 W 57th Street from Central Park going to the 2-7, over."

"Can you get to the crime scene that LaMotte and I are on our way to?"

He said, "Negative." then sighed in pain.

"Are you alright?" He asked with a little worry in his voice.

"No. Why don't you and LaMotte finish for tonight and you can fill me in later. I got into a situation where I got hurt and after I leave the station house I'm going home since I'm in a lot of pain. Okay?" He tells his partner with a little pain in his voice.

"Lennie? Situation? What is wrong with you man? This isn't like you? Van Buren is not going to like this."

"Yeah well, whatever. Talk to you tomorrow. Over and out." He puts the handset on the bracket as he was just arriving at the station house

Ed started slowly hung the handset on the bracket of his CB radio as he was shocked to hear his partner talk that way as he was stopped at a light that began to change to green and he made a turn.

Wednesday October 13 next morning—

Lennie rubbed his eyes as he felt the pain again from his knee that hurt as he slowly and gingerly got up to get some aspirin from the medicine cabinet; took out some aspirin, then closed the bottle. As he hobbled past the living room, he put his hand on the love seats then the chairs near the table as he got to the kitchen cabinet that held the glasses. After took his aspirin he hobbled to the refrigerator to get some bagels and cream cheese to eat as well as make a pot of coffee. He went back in his room to change; took off his shirt, put a new one on then took off his pants and saw his knee was really swelling. He put on his jeans then went in the kitchen to make his breakfast and had an ice pack for his knee that he put on while sitting on the couch watching TV.

Going to have a nice chat with Jack for this. Oh, it is already 8:30; I better called Ed to let him know I'm not coming in.

He was picking up the handset, which was charging on the table that held the lamp near the couch and dialed Ed's number.

"Ed? This is Lennie." He told him when his partner picked up; he wiped the corner of his eyes with his fingertips as he squinted.

"Lennie, are you alright?"

"I'm okay for now but I won't be coming in today nor the next two days."

"What? Why?" Ed asked concerned as he was sitting, filing reports and two detectives were at their desk a few yards from Ed, Van Buren was in her office with the door open not knowing that Ed was on the phone with her senior detective.

"Ed, I don't want to talk about it now, okay."

"Lennie, did I say something to upset you? What happened last night?" He asked his friend in a worried tone, "You got to tell me what is going on or talk to Van Buren."

He closed his eyes slowly as he realized his friend was right then opened them again as he sighed.

"I know Ed. Look, you and LaMotte can work on cases until I come back on Monday, okay?"

"Um, okay but have you talked to Van Buren?" Ed said then asked.

"Not yet, I'm going to. I'll talk to you later, bye." Lennie said then hung up and sighed.

The pain was finally gone but the swelling in his knee didn't go away so he got up, left the ice pack and towel on the couch as he limped badly to his bedroom closet for a heating pad that he got from his daughter and used it for his knee. Lennie spent the day sleeping off the pain as he checked his knee that finally seemed to be getting better then later that night he ordered pizza. After he had put the pizza he groaned in pain when his knee really, really started to hurt so bad that he went to his bathroom to get some aspirin then laid down on the bed in his room. Hours later he woke up again in pain, got out of bed, remembered he left the TV on in the living room; he limped badly to turn off the TV, lock the door. He got into the freezer for an ice pack, gingerly walks to the couch, gets a blanket and lies down with the blanket on him but an ice pack on his knee. Then he fell asleep again.

Thursday October 14 next morning—

After Lennie had woken up with no pain in his knee, he made breakfast then watched some TV before taking a trip to see a certain EADA at his office when he knocked on the door and was told to come in. He walked towards the EADA who was sitting at his desk looking at files before the angry detective came in.

"Hey Detective, what's up?"

"Ya know, I really don't appreciate you screwing with me Tuesday night!" He said as he stood in front of the desk, he took a file in his hand.

"I don't know what you are talking about. What do you mean screwing you?" He responded then asked as confused.

"Come off it!" He hollered at him as he threw the file at him.

Jack who was a little startled raised his arms to protect himself from the file while Lennie walked away with a small limp.

"I'm glad you are okay Lennie, even though I have no idea what you are talking about." He tells him as the detective opened the door and slammed it that caused Jack to be startled again.

Lennie went back to his apartment to rest his knee, a few hours later, he got a phone call from someone—

"Hello? Hi Lieutenant." He said then as he sat down carefully as he put his sore leg on the couch.

"Hi. So, what is with you not showing up to a crime scene and telling Detective Green that you won't be back till Monday? What's going on Lennie?" She asked him angrily as she sat at her desk.

"Look." He starts to tell her then the doorbell rings, "Okay, I'm going to get the door, hold on." Lennie got up with an anguish sigh as he limped to the door and opened it.

He saw his partner, Ed Green at the door then he let him in and continued to talk to Van Buren while Ed closed the door and walked to the couch to sit down.

"I'll be back Monday unless I go see a doctor if my knee is still hurting tomorrow."

"Lennie, this isn't right. I don't like what you did—"

"You know what lieu; I can't tell you right now, please stop asking." He told her in an exasperated tone of voice since she had been probing him not being in work then hung up.

Lennie sat with his legs on the sofa while Ed was on the chair just the right of Lennie.

"You know, you will have to tell me and we will have to write out a report." He tells his friend.

"I know it's just it's going to make me look like an idiot." He responded with a little annoyance as he looked at his friend.