Welcome to the second part of the Blind Sided Arc. If you haven't read Blind Sided, I highly recommend you do in order to keep up with the players and storyline. Read it and leave a message. Then come read this one.

All sign is done in standard English syntax and all errors are mine.

Pebblehut owns STFBEYE and Hasbro/SonyWonder/Devil'sDue owns the other gang. If you can figure out whom they belong to, email me and I'll send you some Jello.

There are two stories running concurrently (Double Vision) so there are two divisions: Blue and Green. Keep your score card handy.

Double Vision

Blue Book 1

Hector Delgado thought he was going insane. All the poking and prodding… "If another nurse comes in with a needle, I'll go AWOL. Freakin' vampires." He was tired of being in the med-ward. Tired of the constant questions. "How is your vision? Are you seeing things? Do you know who I am? How do you feel today? I'll show how I am," he muttered. He felt fine, ready to get back to action, to go out and whip some bad guys but he knew that until Psyche-Out cleared him he was stuck in here. Regulations required that the team psychiatrist sign off on his 'mental health'.

Yesterday they had brought in his regular clothes instead of the med-ward issued garb. But not his boots. Apparently, they thought his boots would be dangerous. He shook his head, running a nervous hand through his dark brown hair. He could feel where the cuts were almost healed. Pulling his hand down, he looked at it like it was a snake and shook it hard. "Crap." Taking a deep breath, he turned to the window and sat down, staring at the horizon lost in thought.

Behind the two-way mirror, Lt. Ken Rich watched his teammate. This was part of the job he hated. Making sure his friends were going to be okay. Pushing them to deal with the demons they just faced so they could continue to function in their high-stress jobs. His crew had seen a lot of weird things but this wasn't the regular post-traumatic stress syndrome. There was a reason they called him Psyche-Out. He recognized psychological damage when he saw it. It would get worse before it got better.

Green Book 1

Sue Thomas enjoyed her job with the FBI surveillance team. It stretched her skills. Observation of words and details could make or break case. She sighed and stretched her arms. She'd had a long weekend and was still working out some of the kinks. A wave from the desk in front of her caught her attention.

"Hey, you still with us?" Jack Hudson looked at the blonde analyst with some concern. She and Bobby had just come back from an emergency loan to another agency. Neither had talked about it and he was willing to give them time. But Sue was looking a bit worn around the edges.

She nodded. "Yes, just finishing up this paperwork from the Dyerson case last week. I didn't have time before the weekend."

"Ah, yes, the long weekend of surveillance and interrogation. Pray tell, was it as charming as our weekend of baby-sitting the non-infamous and somewhat blandly named Don Carlos?" Myles Leland wandered over toward desk only to be intercepted by one Bobby Manning.

"Oh, you know how the line goes Myles. If we told you—"

"We'd have to kill you," the rest of the team chorused.

The tall blonde agent bowed and returned to his desk. "Very well. I shall thus assume it was as boring as our weekend."

"Well, if you must know, mate, there was the standard coffee and donuts and take-out. Walking the dog was in there somewhere and oh, yes, let's not forget the late night observation, sleep deprivation, uncomfortable chairs," he whirled and directed a question to Sue that she barely caught due to Lucy translating. "Did I miss anything?"

"Um, you mentioned the donuts?" She gave a confused face.

He winked and said, "Yes, there you go. So memorable that only the donuts made an impression on our eagle-eyed analyst."

Jack laughed. "Back to work, people. The taxpayers don't pay us to sit around debating the merits—"

"—of drug dealers with two first names," piped in Myles.

"Enough already. You've made your point. Let's wrap up today and get outta here."