It had been an incredibly long day and Goren was exhausted. Five months pregnant, Eames' duties had begun to be cut back, so her day had not been as hard. She pulled up outside his apartment, and he said, "Get Maggie and come back, at least for dinner."

She was still staying at her dad's, and he didn't argue with her about it. When she felt ready to move in with him, she would. She knew she was always welcome. "Bobby, look at you. You're exhausted. You need to sleep."

He looked at her. "I need to see my daughter," he said softly.

It was only then that she realized it had been two days since he'd seen her. Maggie was missing him, too. "All right. I'll get her and be back. I'll stop and get something for dinner. Chinese sound good?"

"Whatever you want. See you in a little while."

He leaned over and kissed her before sliding out of the car and heading into the building.

He let himself in to the apartment and dropped onto the couch. He didn't feel like doing much of anything. Folding his arms beneath his head, he looked at the ceiling and listened to the rain hit the window. His eyes slowly closed and he fell asleep.

Eames opened the door, holding Maggie's hand. She slipped off the little girl's raincoat before letting her loose in the apartment. "Daddy?"

It had taken her almost no time at all to adjust to calling Goren 'Daddy.' She walked over to the couch where he slept and gently touched his hair. Leaning closer, she kissed his cheek. He opened his eyes and smiled at her. Gently grabbing her and lifting her up onto his chest, he said, "How's my little mouse?"

She giggled. "Good."

Laying down on him, she hugged him. He kissed her head softly before she slid from his arms and ran into the kitchen to see what her mother was doing.

Goren sat up and rubbed his face. He felt a little better. He didn't think much about it when the doorbell rang. Maggie came running as he got up to answer it; she always wanted to know what was going on. Opening the door, he recognized the man on the other side and reacted fast. Turning, he kicked the door shut as he grabbed Maggie and hit the floor. Gunfire erupted, splintering wood as bullets tore through the door into the apartment. "Bobby!"

"Stay there!"

"Maggie?"

"I have her."

As soon as the gunfire stopped, he jumped to his feet, pulling out his gun. "Run to Mommy," he whispered to Maggie, making sure he was between his daughter and the door. Once she was safe, he pulled the door open. The hallway was empty. He ran for the stairs, and as soon as he emerged from the building, more gunfire sent him diving for cover.

Eames grabbed Maggie, who was too terrified to cry, and pulled out her phone, making the "shots fired, officer involved" call. Then she dialed again. "Logan."

"Mike, we're at Bobby's. Someone just shot at us."

"Are you ok?"

"Maggie and I are fine."

"Where is he?"

"He went after them."

"Of course he did. I'm on my way."

Tires screeched as a car slammed to a stop in front of the building. It took an instant for Logan to take in the situation as he jumped out and took cover behind the nearest car, safely dodging two shots. He looked over at Goren, who was keeping cover behind the cement wall of the apartment's porch. "You ok?"

"Yeah."

"Where are they?"

"Over there." He pointed to the place across the street and halfway down the block where the gunmen were hiding behind a new Lincoln.

"How many?"

He held up two fingers. Logan nodded. "No problem."

Carefully, he began to make his way toward the Lincoln. He was halfway to the car when he noticed one of the gunmen was not there. He ducked behind another car and scanned the area, finally finding the second man. He had moved into a position where he could clearly target Goren. Logan swore and aimed. More gunshots erupted in the silence of the night as sirens rose in the distance, rapidly coming closer.