It was more than two hours after the doctor had come to talk with them that a nurse finally came looking for them. "Are you the detectives who are here with Detective Goren?"

"Yes," Eames answered.

"He's upstairs now, if you want to go see him."

"What took so long?" Logan asked. "You forget we were here?"

"He hasn't let us forget you're here," she answered. "He had a little trouble coming out of the anesthesia."

"Is he ok?"

"He's in and out of it, but that's to be expected. Overall, he's doing very well. He keeps asking for you."

She walked with them to the doorway of the waiting room and said, "Down the hall to the elevators and up to the third floor. He's in room 311."

They walked quietly into the room. He seemed to be sleeping. Reaching out, Eames touched his cheek. With an effort, he forced his eyes open. She held his gaze, feeling a churning maze of conflicting emotion. "How could you let her do this to you?"

"I never expected…"

"I know you didn't, but damn it, you should have! Expect the unexpected, remember? We talked about it last time…" She stopped. He deserved to be yelled at, and she needed to yell at him. But it could wait. She stepped closer and hugged him. "Damn you, Goren. You scared the hell out of me."

He kissed her head lightly, resting his hand on her back. "Sorry."

He looked past her at Logan and held out his hand. Logan gripped it. "Thanks, Mike," he said simply.

"You can take care of her from now on. She doesn't listen to me for beans."

Goren smiled wearily. "It's ok. She doesn't listen to me much, either."

She pulled back from his arms and looked from one to the other, finally focusing on her partner. "If you listened to me at all, Goren, you wouldn't be here."

She walked away from the bed and leaned against the window sill, studying Goren intently. "What?" he asked.

Quietly, she said, "She knew you'd come."

"I had to."

"It was a smart move, bringing Mike with you."

"I didn't bring him. He came along."

"Would you have come alone?"

"Yes."

"Idiot." He looked away, but she didn't let him get away with that. "She's a psychopath, Bobby. Unpredictable."

"I know." Another thought entered his drug-blurred mind. "You're both ok, right?"

"Yeah," Logan answered. "Nice of you to think of asking."

He ignored the comment. "Did you arrest her?"

Eames shook her head. "She got away again."

He tried to hide his frustration, without much success. "How'd that happen?"

Annoyed, Logan snapped, "We had so much fun we thought it would be a kick in the pants to try it again another day."

Goren frowned at him. Eames shook her head. "Don't be an ass, Logan." She turned back to her partner. "I stayed with you and called for an ambulance. Do you remember any of that?"

"Some."

"Mike took off after Nicole."

Logan met Goren's eyes. "I always thought you were on the edge. Wallace is friggin' certifiable. She jumped into the surf and swam out toward the open ocean."

Eames added. "She'll be back. She's got more lives than a cat." She looked at her partner, noticing he was fading out. "Go to sleep, Goren. We'll be back in the morning." She walked to the bed and gently kissed his temple. "Thanks for coming after me," she said softly. "I knew you would, whether I thought you should or not."

"I always will," he answered.

She laid a hand on his cheek. "I know. Good night, Bobby."

She and Logan headed for the door. Logan turned in the doorway. "Goren?"

Goren looked at him; every move took more and more effort. "What?"

"You did everything right. It's not your fault she got away."

The big cop shook his head, anger flaring for a moment. "I let my guard down. That's why I'm here. It won't happen again."

"It better not. Get some sleep."

"Mike…Thanks for watching out for...my partner."

Logan smiled, then left the room. Goren tried to fight it a little longer but had little success, and he slept.