Flashing lights lit up the night as the rain beat a steady rhythm on everything it touched. Goren rolled over on the steps and let the rain hit his face. He turned his head as Logan dropped down onto the steps beside him. "You ok?" he asked.

Logan nodded. "Yeah. You?"

"I think so."

"Hold it right there, both of you," came a voice from the sidewalk in front of them. They both looked toward the voice to see a patrolman with his gun trained on them.

Logan said, "We're detectives with Major Case."

"Let me see your badges--carefully."

Logan moved his jacket to the side to expose his badge and Goren slipped his off his belt and held it up. The sergeant in charge of the scene walked up in time to see the gold shields. He wrote down their badge numbers. "Let's hear it…what happened?" the sergeant demanded. Beside him, the patrolman had not lowered his weapon.

Goren nodded his head toward the building. "I live here. Someone came to my door and started shooting when I answered it."

Logan added, "His partner called me when it started and I came over."

"Where's your partner now?"

"Inside with her little girl. She didn't see anything," Goren answered.

The sergeant said, "I'll need your guns, gentlemen. The other officers are dead."

Logan frowned. "'Officers?' What do you mean 'officers'?"

Goren leaned his head back against the steps. "They were cops. The one that came to my door was one of the three that was with Ricky that time he came by here."

"Eames didn't tell me that."

Goren looked at him. "She doesn't know."

"Shit, Goren…"

"Your guns, please," the sergeant repeated.

Logan slid his gun out of its holster and Goren did the same. They held them out butts first. The sergeant nudged his patrolman. "Put your gun away and take those." To the two detectives he said, "I'll see that your captain gets them."

"Great," Logan answered, not looking forward to that conversation with Deakins.

"Thank you for your cooperation, detectives. Internal Affairs will be in touch with you."

"I'm sure they will," Logan muttered as they watched him walk away with his patrolman. "I'm starting to be on a first name basis with the guys down there."

Goren hadn't moved from where he was on the steps, and Logan looked at him, concerned. "You sure you weren't hit?"

"I'm sure."

"Then what's wrong?"

"Go move your car, Mike."

Logan hesitated. Finally he said, "I'll be right back, and you're going to talk to me, dammit."

Goren didn't answer. When Logan got back to the building, the big detective was gone. He swore and went up to the apartment. Eames let him in. "Is he here?"

"No. What happened?"

"You and Maggie are ok?"

"Yes. She's a little shaken up, but we're both fine. Is Bobby ok?"

"He's ok, Alex. He just...went for a walk. Take Maggie and go to your dad's. I don't know what's going on yet, but I'm gonna err on the side of caution. I'll stay here tonight with Goren. You get going, and I'll have him call you as soon as he gets back."

She thought about arguing, but she knew he was right. She had to make sure Maggie was safe, and she had a little life inside her to protect as well. But the fact that Goren had not come back up to the apartment worried her.

After making sure Eames and Maggie got safely to the car and on their way to her father's house, Logan looked around the street. Most of the patrol cars were gone. The two that remained were waiting for the M.E. to pick up the bodies. He ran a hand over his hair in frustration. Then he headed down the street away from the scene of the shooting.