Logan wandered around the area, but he couldn't find Goren. He made his way back to the apartment, checking around for the other detective's car. He found it half a block away. So he hadn't taken off anywhere. Not knowing what else to do, he went up to the apartment. Finding the door unlocked, he went in and called, "Hey, Goren, you here?"

Goren came down the hall from the bedroom. "I'm here. Where's Eames?"

"I sent her back to her dad's. I figured they'd be safer there, just in case."

"Thanks."

Logan shut the door and locked it. He looked at the bullet holes that peppered the door. "Nice," he commented. "You're gonna need a new door."

"No shit."

"You need to call Eames. She's worried about you."

"She's always worried about me."

"Yeah, go figure."

Goren pulled out his phone and headed into the kitchen as it rang on the other end. Logan took a pillow and blanket out of the closet and tossed them onto the couch. "Damn good thing you have a comfortable couch, you know?"

In the kitchen, Goren leaned against the counter as Eames answered the phone. "Are you ok, Bobby?"

"I'm fine. Are you and Maggie all right?"

"Yes. She's still a little shaken up, and she wants you, but she's ok."

"Give her a hug for me and tell her I'll see her tomorrow."

"What happened?"

"I'll tell you in the morning when I get in. Try not to worry, ok?"

"Easier said than done."

"I know."

"Mike said he was going to stay…"

"He is."

She sighed, and he could hear a slight tremor in her voice. "Alex…" He trailed off.

She waited a moment, but he didn't say anything more. "What is it, Bobby?"

Softly he said, "Just try to sleep, ok? You have to take care of yourself."

"I know. We're fine. I'm going to let Maggie sleep with me tonight, though. She went to sleep crying."

He closed his eyes. "I'm sorry…"

"Don't you even go there. I'll drive right back over there and smack you one. Do you understand me?"

He laughed softly. "Good night, Alex. I love you."

"I love you, too. Good night."

He closed the phone and set it on the counter. Logan came into the kitchen. "I need a drink. Getting shot at is not my favorite way of ending a day."

He opened the cabinet over the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle, getting two glasses from another cupboard. "Alex and Maggie ok?"

"Maggie fell asleep crying," he answered.

"Aw, poor kid." He set the two glasses down and filled them. Handing one to Goren he said, "But she's ok, right?"

Goren nodded, taking the glass and heading into the living room. Logan followed him. "What about you? How are you?"

"How do you think I am?"

"You know I hate it when you do that. Answer my damn question."

Goren paced the living room and said, "I'm not ok, if that's what you mean."

"We gonna do something about it?"

"Yeah, we are." He downed his drink and tossed the empty glass to Logan. "Good night, Mike."

Logan watched him walk down the hall and into the bedroom. He set the empty glass on the coffee table and wondered exactly what they were going to do about it.