Bosco was getting impatient. They should have been back by now. The raid dragged on and it didn't sound good. Something didn't go as planned. Maybe a small slip-up? He could smell danger. Real danger. The worst- case scenarios were playing out in his mind and made him squirm uncomfortably. Probably making a mountain out of a molehill but his nerves jangled every time the phone rang. When the little patience he had run out he decided to stretch his legs, go downstairs and pump Lieu for some news. He had no luck. Nobody knew anything. Every time he showed up there and asked about the raid they poked fun at him that he was getting overprotective. Well, these little quick trips repeated twice or maybe more than that. And listening to police radio didn't help either. Nothing. He just couldn't stand waiting and correcting reports while he was on the edge. A horrible thought struck him. What if her gun jammed? He was becoming a bag of nerves. All dreadful what-ifs and likely dramatic effects easily visualized in his head.

"Bosco, he got a radio message asking for back-up and ambulance. There has been shooting and Cruz's team was involved. " Swersky walked straight into his/ their in fact her office without knocking.

"We know that two Anti- Crime officers were hit." He added quietly after a while.

"Who?" Bosco managed to utter. The seriousness of situation slowly began to sink in. Various possibilities of what has happened were racing in his head. He had to make sure that it wasn't the one he was most afraid of.

"Cruz?" Seeing Swersky's anxious face he felt a lump created in his throat. His body tensed awaiting the answer.

"We don't know." Lieu was reluctant to admit that. He also decided to keep it to himself that Cruz stuck to her guns that she would go in as a first, so the chances that she was hurt were pretty high.

"I'm going there." Acting on impulse Bosco jumped up from his chair, grabbed his jacket and made his way toward door.

"Bosco calm down. They don't need you there." Swersky tried to stop him and blocked his way out.

"You can't stop me, Lieu. Please I have to go, make sure she's O.K." He was almost begging Swersky. His eyes silently pleaded with him.

"It's an order. I have sent them some back- up ten minutes ago. Beside you won't find her there if she was hurt. She will already be taken to Mercy's. And that's where we are going."

The ride to the hospital remained unnaturally quiet. This deep, lengthy silence seemed to be comfortable for both of them. Lieu opened his mouth to ask but decided against it. He didn't know how to put it in words what was bothering him. Bosco was so lost in thought that he didn't notice his boss watching him closely, trying to make out from his expression what he was thinking about. And there was a lot he had to deal with. First there was possibility that she was hurt. And he was worrying himself sick. The morning clash belonged to dim past but he hoped that he would have more happy memory from this day than calling her bitch. If it were something serious things between them would get even more complicated, messed-up and distant. Sorting them out would have to wait once again. She would be bewildered, insecure and feeling urgent desire for revenge. There will be no reasoning with her. It would only lead to shutting him off for good and becoming even more unapproachable. If somebody else were shot she wouldn't rest until this guy was found and she could interrogate him. She would be dogged to catch this jagoff and get even. And every obstacle she would find on her way, meaning him if he tried to argue or persuade her to take it slowly will be crushed. Either way it was going to be bad. He just had to find a way not to worsen it.

Seeing her standing at nurse's desk made him stop in his tracks. A wave of relief washed over him that she was alive. He fixed his eyes on her searching for possible injuries. Nothing, not a scratch and he could let out a long breath. He felt somebody was tapping him on the shoulder and when he turned around he saw Swersky smiling faintly. "Let's go." He said and gestured toward Cruz. Judging from the way she was behaving, phase A, meaning shock and confusion passed and she was entering another stage, anger and fury that something like that happened to her. As they were approaching her they could hear her talking very fast in aggressive, threatening tone. The only words he could make out were "arrest", "lock-up" and "gun". No surprise that the nurses were throwing her dirty looks. Well, hers wasn't so innocent either. It was sending a clear message that she would skin them alive if she could. Now he was wondering when she would reach the last phase, planning a payback.

"Sergeant, what the hell happened?" Swersky asked and that was indeed the question of the day. Both of them were impatient to hear her explanation.

" We knew that they were expecting us. I warned the whole squad to be extremely cautious with this guy." Hearing familiar voice she calmed down a bit, took a slow breath and put the wisp of hair that was falling over her eyes behind her ear.

"I never doubt it but I want to hear how it did come about." Lieu said sternly.

" When we showed up there these perps opened fire. I went in as a first and …"

"You went as a first! How stupid are you?" He couldn't believe she could be so unreasonable and expose herself so foolishly. It simply couldn't get it into that thick skull of hers that there was always another method, possibly not as bloody dangerous as the one she used.

"Somebody had to." She bit back. Both Swersky and Cruz were now giving him irritated looks.

"… and then shots rang out everywhere. I jumped behind something and returned fire. Think that got two or three of them. And then I saw that Jance and Glen got hit. You know the rest."

She paused to take a breath.

"And Scott?"

"He got away." Cruz was forced to admit. She run her had through her long, brown hair. Bosco tried to read the expression on her face. She was focused. Set on something. Thoughts were racing through her head. It was obvious for him, he had seen here in this state before.

" I will kill that son of a bitch." She banged her open hand on the wall. It must have hurt. He wouldn't be surprised if a swollen bruise would form tomorrow on her hand. That little outburst was a sign that thefinal phase has begun.