Logan had gone to the hospital gift shop to get a deck of cards, and he was now sitting opposite John Eames, a tray table between them. Goren had been transferred to a hospital room about a half hour earlier and they were sitting in there, playing cards.

Eames was sitting in another chair, looking out the window. She looked toward her partner. He still had not woken since they'd sedated him in the ER. After Logan had left to go after her, they had started another IV and repeated the x-rays. Her father had stayed with him, waiting for Logan to return with his little fireball of a daughter.

Since they had returned to the hospital and the doctor had assured her Goren would be ok, Eames hadn't said much. She just sat by Goren's bedside and watched him sleep, lost in thought. Both Logan and her father let her be. Logan had quietly told John that his daughter had arrested her husband instead of shooting him. John had just nodded his head and said, "Before she became his partner, she would have shot him."

Eames looked toward the two men playing cards. "Go Fish?" she asked.

Logan looked up at her. "Go Fish? I haven't played that since I was six."

John asked, ""Do you want to play?"

She slid her chair over to them. "What are you playing?"

"Rummy," Logan answered.

"A quarter a card, Mike?"

Logan laughed. "Nah, I only play for money when I play with Goren."

John gathered the cards together and shuffled. Eames quietly asked, "Did they tell you if he was badly hurt, Dad?"

"He'll be fine, honey."

"Then why did they admit him?"

"He has a concussion and they just wanted to keep him for observation. They had to give him a large dose of sedative, too, and he needs to recover from that. But they assured me that none of his injuries are serious."

"They could have been."

John dealt the cards. "True. Ricky could have killed him."

Logan picked up his cards. "He planned to," he commented.

Eames frowned at him. "What are you talking about?"

"Before Ricky cold-cocked him with his pistol, he was going to shoot him. His buddies talked him out of it."

"He what? He really has lost his mind. Is there anything else I should know?"

"I don't think so. As it is, Goren's probably going to kick my ass for what I did tell you."

"Has Ricky harassed him before?"

"No comment."

"Mike…"

"Look, Alex, I've already told you more than I should have. You want more details, you can get them out of him."

A few hours later, Logan got up and stretched. "I'm glad I wasn't playing you for money, Alex. I'd have to hand over my next paycheck."

"Why don't you both go home? I'll stay here with Bobby."

Logan shook his head. "The doctor asked us to stay until he wakes up, in case he's still agitated."

"The only reason he got upset in the first place was because I took off."

"The alternative is restraints. So you either enjoy our company or they're going to tie him down until they know he's calm."

"Did he get that upset?"

Logan nodded. "Yeah, he did." He looked out the window. "Do you blame him? Ricky had just beaten the shit out of him for spending time with you, and you took off like a pissed-off bat out of hell to confront him, alone. I've never seen him like that, and I never want to again. He was determined to stop you. It took us a while to take him down and get him out. My vote is let's not do that again."

"Why do they want you here when he wakes up?"

"Because he went out fighting. Sometimes when someone goes out like that, they wake up like that. They don't want you or any of the nurses to get hurt."

"He wouldn't…"

Logan turned from the window. "Not intentionally, no. But we're not taking any chances, ok? It's for his protection, too. You know how strong he is, and you know how he'd feel if he hurt someone, particularly someone who was trying to help him. I know he wouldn't feel so bad about hurting me." He grinned. "Hell, he does it all the time."

It was almost midnight when he began to come around. Logan was the first to notice his breathing had changed. He'd been watching, since both he and John had agreed it would be a good idea if Alex were not there when he came around, just in case. "Alex, why don't you and your dad run down to the cafeteria? I could use some coffee and you could use a break."

"I would rather…"

John took his daughter's arm. "He's right. Come on. We'll be right back."

She really didn't want to leave. Logan watched her as she looked at her partner's face, praying he would be still until she left the room. She finally consented. John looked back at Logan from the doorway, then he pulled the door closed behind him.

As the doctors had predicted, he was agitated, though no where near as badly as he'd been in the emergency room. Logan was able to keep him subdued long enough for him to come out of it some more and calm himself down.

"Get the hell off me, Mike."

"You gonna behave?"

"Not if you don't get off."

Logan stood up, letting Goren slowly sit up, frustrated and in pain. "Where is she?"

"She's safe. She went to the cafeteria with her dad to get some coffee."

"What happened?"

"Well, since she probably won't tell you herself…you'd have been proud of her. She kicked his ass a bit, then arrested him. As much as she wanted to, she didn't shoot him."

"What did they charge him with?"

"Aggravated assault and attempted murder of a cop."

"But she's ok?"

"Yeah, she's fine."

Goren eased himself back onto the pillow and tried to find a position that didn't hurt so much. "Let me go get a nurse," Logan said. "They can give you something for the pain and they'll want to know you're awake and not fighting. I'll be right back."

The big detective closed his eyes, trying to pinpoint his pain, to figure out exactly where he was hurt, but right now he just hurt everywhere. Logan was back with the nurse before Eames and her father returned. She listened to his heart and lungs, took his blood pressure and put medicine into his IV. As she left the room, John and Eames came in. She was relieved to see him awake. "Is everything ok in here?" John asked Logan.

Logan nodded, and Eames looked from her father to Logan, then back to Goren. He was beginning to relax again as the pain retreated. He looked at his partner. "Go home, Eames. Give Maggie a kiss for me and I'll see you tomorrow."

She walked to his bedside. "Bobby, I'm sorry I took off like that."

He nodded. "We'll talk about it later. Right now I just want you to go home and get some sleep. It's been a long day and you look exhausted."

"And what about you?"

"I'll be fine."

Logan approached the partners and placed a hand on Eames' arm. "He's right, Alex. Let's go get your dad's car and you can go home with him. Your partner here still has to sleep off all those drugs they gave him downstairs."

She finally nodded, seeing that he was struggling to stay awake. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow."

By the time she got to the door, he was sleeping.