A/N: Thanks, blucougar57, for reminding me about Deakins!

Angie Deakins watched her husband pacing the bedroom floor. "Oh, for Pete's sake, Jimmy, come to bed."

"I'm sorry, Angie. It's been a very long day. Goren and Logan went off to find Eames, and I haven't heard a word from them. The suspect is one we've dealt with before, and she particularly has it out for Bobby. I'm worried." He sighed. "I don't mean to keep you up. I'll go down to the den." He crossed the room and kissed his wife. "Good night, sweetheart."

Angie smiled fondly after her husband. He worried almost as much about those detectives of his as he did about their daughters. With a sigh, she turned over and pulled up the blanket, closing her eyes.

In the den, Deakins resumed his pacing. They knew better! Unless something went very wrong…but still…they knew better! When he finally got in touch with them…The phone in his pocket rang, shattering the silence of the den and disturbing his pacing. Looking at the caller ID, he breathed half a sigh of relief. It was Logan. He flipped the phone open. "This better be good, Logan."

"If it's not, I can make something up."

"I am not in the mood. Where are you?"

"In a sweet little motel in Seaside Heights, New Jersey. Such a lovely place in mid-November…"

"Mike, if you don't tell me what's going on, I'm going to drive down there myself and…"

"Ok, ok, Captain. We ran into some trouble."

"You and Goren running into trouble…that does nothing for my headache."

"Yeah, well, I wasn't the one who ran into anything."

"Did you find Eames?"

"Yes, and she's fine."

Deakins released the other half of his sigh of relief. "So why are you still there? Was there a problem arresting Wallace?"

"You might say that. She tried to kill Goren. He's in the hospital and she…well, she got away."

The captain couldn't believe his ears. "Did you just tell me Goren's in the hospital and Wallace got away? Please tell me that's not what you said!"

"You want me to lie to you?"

Deakins ran a hand over his hair. "Is Bobby ok?"

"I suppose that's a matter of opinion…"

"Logan!"

"No, he's not ok, but he will be. She stuck a knife in his gut and he damn near bled to death. If it hadn't been for Eames, he would have."

That didn't surprise him at all. "Just how did Wallace get away?"

"You're not gonna believe this."

"Try me."

"I was there and I still don't believe it. She jumped into the surf and swam out to sea. So far the Coast Guard's come up empty. Now me, I'm hoping she's shark bait, but Goren and Eames seem to think she'll be back."

Deakins closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You and Eames are ok?"

"Yes. We're fine."

"And Goren will be?"

"That's what they say. Doc says he'll be discharged in a couple of days."

"I'm not letting you boys go off to play any more."

"Aw, Dad, that's not fair. We were just starting to have fun."

Deakins laughed. "I always thought you didn't like Goren."

"That's what Eames said, too. He's not so bad, once you get used to him. It's the 'getting used to' part that's the hardest."

"Are you coming back tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but Eames is gonna stay. Barek and I can come down to get them when they release him."

"All right. I'll see you tomorrow, and I expect a full report."

"You'll have it. G'night, Captain."

Deakins closed the phone. The threat Wallace posed to his detectives had now escalated, and he didn't like that one bit. He agreed with Goren and Eames; he'd be willing to bet the farm that she'd be back to cause them more grief.

He entered the bedroom quietly and slipped into bed beside his wife. She rolled over and snuggled into his arms. "They called?"

"Yeah. Bobby's in the hospital."

"Is he all right?"

"He will be. Logan and Eames are fine."

"So we can go to sleep now?"

He kissed her forehead. "Yes."

Her eyes were already closed, but it was a long while before he followed suit.