Eames was sitting up in her bed, looking through a magazine her mother had given her, but not really seeing much of anything. Her mind was wandering, and it always wandered back to the same place. She looked up at a soft knock and a quiet "Hello?"

She managed a smile for her captain. "Hi, Captain."

"How are you feeling?"

"Better."

"Glad to hear it." He could sense her depression, and he knew the source. Softly, he said, "What have they told you?"

"Not much," she frowned.

"How much is not much?"

"They said there was a sniper, across Central Park West, that he was targeting cops. They told me I took one bullet in the chest, but it didn't do much damage. I got lucky. Two uniforms were killed, eight other cops injured."

"Anything else?" She shook her head. "Has anyone said anything about your partner?"

Tears began to roll down her cheeks. Bobby…every time she asked about him, people changed the subject. She shook her head. "No one will answer my questions, and now I'm afraid to ask. All anyone has told me is that he was hurt. For all I know he could have fallen and hit his head, but I don't think that's what happened."

Deakins sighed. "No, it's not. Logan and Barek were both hurt. They are ok, back on the job, and I've given them this case. They…told me what happened at the scene." He sighed again. Goren wasn't dead. Why was this so hard? Because they still didn't know if he would live?

She was watching him closely. Five years, and she had an idea how to read him. There was something he felt he had to tell her but wasn't sure how to say it. "Just say it, Captain. I'm a big girl and I'm a cop. I've dealt with the worst that can happen." Well, that wasn't completely true. Losing her husband had been bad…at the time she thought nothing worse could ever happen. But she'd come to realize that was not quite true anymore.

Deakins sat on the edge of the bed, facing her. "When you got hit, Goren grabbed you as you fell." He hesitated for a moment. "He shielded you, Alex. You are alive because of what Bobby did."

Eames struggled with herself for a minute, choking back more tears. "Is…" she looked at the ceiling and finally forced out the rest of her question. "Is he going to be ok?"

"We don't know yet. He's in ICU."

"Damn it, Bobby," she mumbled before her tears got the better of her.

Logan and Barek stood in the doorway of Goren's cubicle in the ICU. Logan shuddered visibly seeing the big cop lying there, so still, with a machine breathing for him. Barek looked up at him. "You ok?"

He nodded. "It's just…surreal, seeing him lying there, like that. Anybody else, not so much, but him…" He stepped into the cubicle and she followed him. "He and I have had our…issues…but I never ever wanted to see him like this."

"No one does, Mike."

Logan walked to the bedside, noticed the sweat beaded on Goren's forehead. Looking around, he found a washcloth, ran it under the faucet by the bed, and handed it to his partner. She wiped the sweat from the senior detective's head. "Hey, big guy," Logan said. "It's Logan and Barek. We just stopped by to say hi. Uh, and I wanted you to know…Eames is ok. You did a damn good thing. But you know, if you die, you're gonna undo that. That being said, and I can't believe I'm saying this, we're getting stonewalled on this case. We need to catch this slimeball, and it looks like we're gonna need you to do it."

He turned and followed Barek from the cubicle. Waving a hand at the ICU nurse who'd let them in, he and his partner headed for the exit. "Are you feeling ok, Logan?"

"Fine. Why?"

"That was very sensitive of you back there. Very not you."

"Momentary lapse in my sanity. He does that to people."

"C'mon, Mike. 'Fess up."

"All right. I'm worried about Eames. Hell, you know that Goren and I don't particularly get along, but I've always liked Eames, and I do get along with her. For whatever reason, he's important to her." He pushed the 'up' button at the elevator. "I guess in the end, that's what matters. This has gotta be hard for her."

'D-r-e-s-s-a-g-e.' She circled the word on the grid. Word search…mindless entertainment, though she didn't feel every entertained. Bobby liked crosswords, from the Times usually. Others just didn't challenge him. He was good at logic puzzles, too, of course. A tear rolled down her cheek at the thought of her partner. Again. Eames looked up when Logan and Barek came into the room. She smiled weakly. "Hi, guys."

Barek returned her smile. "Hey, Alex. How are you feeling?"

"My body is feeling better. The rest of me feels…lost." She pushed the puzzle aside. "How are you guys doing?"

Logan waved his good hand dismissively. "My shoulder's still a little stiff. But really, it's just a scratch."

She looked at Barek. "And you?"

"I'm ok. Good thing we're working on this case. A clipped hip makes it hard to chase down perps. No suspects, no perp chasing."

"Slow going, huh?"

They nodded. "Right now it's grunt work, interviewing Museum staff, checking the vicinity for the murder scene. Needle in a haystack—any trace has gotta be long gone by now, but you never know. We could get lucky."

"I wish I could help more."

"Yeah," said Logan. "So do we. But the mind we need…" He stopped, catching himself too late and Barek smacked him. "Sorry, Eames."

Barek smiled sadly. "I'm going to take the incredible mouth here and we're going to go, before he upsets you any more."

"It's ok, Barek. He's just being…himself." She stopped for a minute, composing herself. "Have you…have you seen him?"

"Yeah, we have," she answered before her partner could. "We stopped on the way up."

"How does he look?"

Barek wasn't sure what to say. Before she could stop him, Logan said, "He looks…like he's sleeping. Doesn't look in any pain. His face looked…comfortable."

Eames looked at him, then at Barek. "Have they…said anything more?"

Barek shook her head. "Not that we know of."

"Thanks, guys."

Logan looked sympathetic. "You need anything, you call us, got it?"

She nodded. "Thanks, Mike. Too bad you can't bring me what I really need."

Barek nodded. "I wish we could, Alex."

"Get your rest," Logan said.

The partners left. In the hallway, Logan muttered, "Damn, that guy better recover."

"Or what, Mike? You'll kill him?"

"Very funny, Barek. Let's go get dinner and go over that crime scene report again."

"Ok. Your treat."