Logan waited in the shadows, not sure what he could do to help Goren in his verbal sparring match with Wallace. Somewhere along the way, Eames had joined him, but he couldn't be sure how long she was there. They saw Nicole move as he went to arrest her and they saw her move away, and he fell to the floor as she left the room. "No…" Eames gasped.

Logan couldn't stop her from running to her partner's side. "No…No…Bobby, talk to me!"

Logan slipped his phone into her hand. "Call for an ambulance."

And he took off after Wallace.

Eames fumbled with the phone, hitting 9-1-1… "We have an officer down….We need an ambulance at the Seaside Motel…hurry, damn it!"

She moved his hands from the injury and slid his shirt up. She could feel the blood flowing from the wound and she pressed her hands against it, putting as much of her weight behind them as she could. Tears slid down her face. "Bobby…stay with me…please…"

He groaned. She leaned as close as she could without easing up on the pressure she was putting on his abdomen. "Talk to me, dammit. Goren, talk to me…" She was shouting; she couldn't help it. "Please…"

His eyelids fluttered as he tossed his head from side to side, groaning. "Eames?"

"I'm right here, Bobby. Stay with me."

He opened his eyes, swallowing hard. "Where are you?"

"Right here. There's an ambulance on the way. Hang in there, you hear me?"

He nodded, turning his head toward her. He had trouble seeing her through the darkness. "Are you...ok?"

"Yes."

"Logan?"

"He went after Nicole."

"No!"

He started to struggle, but she pressed harder. "Stay still!" she yelled, feeling a fresh gush of blood against her hands. "Dammit, Bobby, stay still!"

He moaned. "No..." he said, more quietly. "Mike...she can't…don't trust her…help him, Alex…"

"I'm not leaving you. Not until the ambulance gets here."

"What ambulance?"

"Bobby…don't do this…please…stay with me."

"I'm right...here, Alex. I...I won't...leave you."

"Promise?"

He nodded, struggling to keep the darkness at bay, to stay with her. "Promise."

She heard the sirens drawing closer. "They're almost here. Hang in there."

He nodded. "I need…." He swallowed again. "Alex…"

She leaned closer. "I'm right here." She could barely make out his face in the dim light. "What do you need?"

"I need…tell me something…"

She heard doors slamming. "What?"

"Do you…do you…?"

"Do I what?" His breathing was becoming more ragged. "Bobby!"

"Love…?" He was having trouble focusing.

She'd heard Wallace trying to plant seeds of insecurity about her in his mind; he needed reassurance. "Yes, Bobby. I do love you. Now you hang in there or I swear I'll kick your ass all over eternity when I get ahold of you."

He smiled weakly. "I…I love you…too…"

The doors burst open, flooding the room with light, and two paramedics dropped to their knees beside him. "Keep your hands there," one said to her. "Keep the pressure...Was he conscious at all?"

"Y-yes…he just…he was just talking to me."

"Good. Let's get this IV started so we don't lose him when we move him." He worked for a minute. "Got it…hanging normal saline, wide open…"

From behind her another paramedic appeared, squatting beside her. "What's his name?"

"Goren. Robert Goren."

"And what happened?"

"He's a cop. He was attacked by a suspect. Knife wound to the abdomen."

"Any other injuries?"

"No."

"Are you related?"

"I'm his partner."

"Does he have any other health problems we should be aware of?"

"No. He's healthy."

"We need you to come to the hospital, to provide information."

She nodded, turning her attention back to her unconscious partner and the two paramedics working on him.

Beside her, the first paramedic was hanging another bag of saline while across from her a third was pumping up a blood pressure cuff. "I can't get a pressure. Let's get him out of here, now."

They slid a stretcher up beside him. One of the paramedics said to her, "He's a big guy, so the three of us are going to lift him onto the stretcher. Don't you ease up on that pressure. Got it?"

She nodded. "I got it."

"One...two...three..." She stayed with him, keeping the pressure against his wound while they got him onto the stretcher. She cringed as a fresh gush of warmth hit her hands; she pressed harder. Then the first paramedic slid his hands next to hers. "Ok, I got it. Slide away and I'll take over," he said to her.

"No…I…"

"It's ok. Let him go," said a voice in her ear, as the third paramedic placed a gentle hand on her back. "You did well. We'll take care of him now, I promise."

She stepped away, reluctantly. Let him go... No...! She leaned down, placing her head beside his while they secured him to the stretcher. "You promised, remember?" she whispered into his ear. "Don't you stop fighting. I'll be there shortly."

She kissed his temple as she stood up. Slowly she backed away, looking around. Logan…she had to find Logan…

Looking back toward the door, she heard "...another bag of saline...," then lost what the paramedics were saying as they ran out of the building with her partner. She heard doors slamming again, an engine running, and the sirens again…fading quickly into the distance.

She wiped her hands on her pants as she ran out of the building. Taking the .38 Logan had given her from her pocket, she stopped on the porch, making sure it was loaded and ready to use. She heard the cops who had just arrived call to her, but she ignored them, running out onto the beach and looking up and down the shoreline. She saw a figure standing in the ocean, on the shore side of the breakers, and she ran toward it, gun at the ready.

It was Logan, standing up to his waist in the surf, staring out to sea. "Mike?" She yelled to be heard over the crashing waves.

He didn't move. She waded up to him, grabbing onto his arm. He was almost as tall as Bobby was, and the water was much deeper on her, tossing her about more easily than it did him. He didn't look at her; he just stared out to sea, trying to catch his breath. "She…she ran…away from the motel…toward the ocean. I…I fired at her…but I don't know if I hit her. She…" He looked at her and pointed out toward the open ocean. "She jumped into the fucking surf, Alex! How crazy is that bitch?" He looked back out toward the waves.

"Crazy like a fox, Logan. Unless I see her lifeless body in front of me, I will not believe she's dead."

"I…I mean…she just…" He continued looking incredulously out to sea, still breathing hard, as though he'd just run a marathon.

"Excuse me?" came a shout from behind them.

They turned to look at the police officer who was standing on the sand just beyond the waterline, watching them as the surf tried to toss them about. Eames tugged on Logan's arm. "Come on, Mike."

They walked out of the water and headed toward the officer, whose hand was resting on his sidearm. "How's Bobby?" Logan asked, stopping as he really looked at her for the first time since she'd joined him in the surf. "Is all that blood his?"

She looked down at her clothes, covered in her partner's blood; the sea had washed her hands and arms mostly clean. She nodded. "She stabbed him in the abdomen, Mike. He didn't look good."

They pulled out their badges and offered them to the waiting cop. "NYPD? What are you folks doing here? And the call we got for an officer down…?"

She nodded. "My partner. He's the one they took to the hospital."

"We had an incident," Logan started. "A crime that started in Manhattan and got carried on all the way down here. It's a long story, and we really ought to get to the hospital…"

"I'm going to need more than that for my report, detective."

"Look, Officer…" He looked at his name tag. "…Mitchell, we've had a long hard day. We could use something hot to drink, maybe a bite to eat, and some news about our friend. We're not the bad guys here."

"Uh, where are…the bad guys?"

"Just one…" Logan said. "One bad guy, uh, girl…uh, the perp…got away…" He pointed out to sea. "She jumped in the ocean when I was chasing her."

"No joke?" Mitchell looked at him skeptically.

Logan leaned closer to him, one step from going over the edge and decking him. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

"Uh, no, you don't. I'll call the Coast Guard. Do you have a car?"

Logan pointed toward his car. "Yeah, up that way."

"Get your car and follow me. I'll take you to get a bite to eat and warm up, then we can go to the hospital to check on your friend."