The surgical waiting room was mostly empty. A small family was gathered near the fish tank, waiting word about their grandfather who was undergoing bypass surgery. On the other side of the room, Eames had fallen asleep with her head resting against Logan's shoulder. As tired as he was though, he could not force himself to rest. He was thinking about Goren and Eames. When Eames had disappeared, he had slowly watched Goren come unraveled. He had not realized how much the big cop depended on his diminutive partner until he'd seen it for himself. Eames, though nothing like her unconventional partner, was no better. Once he'd gotten her away from Wallace, all she did was worry about her partner, to the point where she headed back into the place of her captivity to back him up. He would never forget the emotion in her voice when she saw Goren collapse. And then she'd joined him in the surf, covered in the big cop's blood. He couldn't even imagine what it had been like for her, waiting for the ambulance and trying to keep her partner from bleeding to death.

"Detectives?"

Logan looked up at the doctor and gently nudged Eames. She looked around the room, and her shoulders sagged. It hadn't been a nightmare; it was real. The doctor came forward and sat in a chair across from them. He looked at Eames. "You are his partner?" She nodded. "What have they told you?"

"Not much. They said he was stabbed in the liver, and that he was stable and in surgery, and that's all they knew."

"By the time they got him here, he was deep in shock. He lost a great deal of blood. The wound was deep and the liver is rich with blood. How did he get stabbed?"

"He was arresting a suspect."

"Well, whoever it was that stabbed him twisted the knife as he withdrew it. That did a great deal more damage than a simple stab wound would have. We were able to repair the damage, though, and he will be fine. Give him three or four days here and he'll be ready to go home. Were you there when he was stabbed?" They both nodded. "Which of you applied the pressure to his wound?"

Eames answered, "I didn't know what else to do."

"I don't know if anyone told you, but that simple measure of basic first aid saved that man's life. Nice job, detective. He's in recovery now, receiving another unit of blood. We'll transfer him up to the third floor in a little while. We'll let you know when he's transferred."

"How much longer will he be in recovery?"

"Maybe another hour or so. We want him to come out from under the anesthesia and be responsive."

"Thank you, doctor."

The doctor left the room and she fell back against the chair. Logan watched her. "Stop staring at me, Logan," she snapped.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to stare." He hesitated. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, Mike. I'm fine."

"Forgive me for saying you don't look fine."

She opened her mouth to reply, but changed her mind. She just looked at him and then she said, "Can I ask you something?"

"Ok."

"Why are you here? Did Bobby ask you to come?"

"You know your partner. Do you think he asked me to come?"

"Then why are you here?"

"Because he would have come down here alone, and then you'd both be dead. He needed me to come along, whether he wanted to admit he did or not. I had to bully him some, but he eventually agreed to let me back him up. I'm glad he did."

"I thought you didn't like him."

"Yeah. I thought so, too. No one's more surprised than I am, believe me."

She smiled at that. "Thank you, Mike."

"So now you know he's going to be ok. If I get you something to eat, will you eat it?"

"All right. I'll eat something."

He smiled. "There's gotta be someplace in this one-horse town to get something to eat, even at this hour. I'll be right back."

He returned twenty minutes later with a burger, fries and a cola for her, and he sat back, watching her finally eat.