I know it took me a while to get to part 8, and I apologize, thanks again for all of the replies! I love honesty so please keep it up...Enjoy.

"You alright?" Dennis frowned leaning back against the side of the chapel and lighting a smoke after putting it between his lips. Hus eyes finding their way over to Tom who sat motionless inside his chair his eyes staying focused on the parking lot, more percisely the third parking spot from the left... empty.

You could still see if you looked hard enough the stain of blood, dark red on the black asphualt... Tom could see it, he would always see it... His adam's apple bobbed slowly as he found a lump forming in his throat, he wanted to close his eyes, he wanted to look away, but yet he continued to stare. Stare at the asphault, the memory of that day echoing in his mind the images and the sounds vivid.

He shouldn't have come out here, he shouldn't have come back to this place at all... He wasn't ready, he would never be ready...

His palms began to sweat as he closed his hands into fists at his sides gripping the large metal wheels between his fingers, his heart racing, racing so hard, thumping so loudly he swore that even Booker could hear it...

"Tom." Booker felt his own fear rising at the scene unfolding right before him. He couldn't deal with this... he wasn't ready to help him, he could hardly even face him... what the hell was he supposed to do now? Clearing his throat he tried again standing up and taking a baby step toward the frozen man, "Tommy..."

There was still no response. It was like time had stopped, everything had just stopped and gone back to that moment just over three months ago, both men reliving their pain and fear at that moment. Running a hand through his hair he closed the rest of the distance between the two of them. He didn't know why, he didn't want to move closer, he wanted to run away, he didn't want to deal... but strangely here he was at Tom's side looking down at the sweating fear filled figure.

"Come on man." He leaned down his voice shaking as he placed a hand on his shoulder, "Fight it Hanson. Just like before fight it... It's over now." he whispered drawiing his lip into his mouth his knees so weak as he crouched that he hoped they wouldn't give way and send him smacking against the ground.

Bookers voice sounded a thousand miles away, as he fought to hear the words that he knew had to be directed at him, and he wanted to pull himself out of this... he wanted to come back to now, to this moment... insted of that moment, the moment that ruined... shattered his life. But he was drawn to it... Stuck their living it.

Without realizing what he was even Doing dropping to his knees Booker pryed Tom's hand from the wheel closest to him and gripped it tightly feeling it tremble in his grasp, Hanson's eyes never averting from where they were blankly looking.

His panic rising, Dennis growled his eyes reddening, "PENHALLLLLLLL! FULLLLLER!"

Doug's head perked up from where he sat at his desk as he quickly rose to his feet hearing the panic in Booker's voice he headed for the front doors of the chapel.

"Doug no." Fuller quickly stepped in front of him. "Let him deal with whatever is happening out there on his own..."

"Captain I respect what your trying to do but-"

"If you don't let him deal with this now, he's never going to..."

"What if something is wrong?"

"Let him handle it..."

"What?" Doug snapped his voice a growl from inside his throat, "What if Hanson is hurt?"

"Then there would be a lot more screaming then that... now let Booker handle this..."

"He's right Doug." Judy whispered coming up behind the two men, "They need to both get through this... and the best way for them to do that is together..."

"I am Hanson's best friend..." Doug reminded them both quickly eyeing the exit door antsily.

"Yes, but you're not the one who found him... and you have delt with this... He hasn't... You, Hoffs...Ioki and myself, have all delt... we've all been there for him, but now it's Deniises turn."

"I just-"

"You and Hoffs go into my office and find the Milton file."

"Fuller..."

"Now Penhall."

"Come on Doug." Judy's voice was even as she placed a hand on his sholder and turned him around.

"FULLER!" Dennis tried again, "Comeon." He mumbled squeezing Hanson's hand once he realized no one was going to come to his rescue, "It's just a bad dream man, you have to fight it it's no more than a memory..."

"I can't..." Hanson's mouth moved but no more than a breath came out, a deep shallow pained breath of a word. "I feel it..."

"You don't feel anything Tommy." Dennis moved a little closer pulling his hand from Hanson's and gripping both sides of his face, "Look at me Tom... right here, look at me..." he adjusted the other man's face so that they were eye to eye, for the first time having to look, truly look at him. For the time being that thought was pushed to the back of his mind.

"Breathe Tom, take a breath, it's over now... it's just a memory, a very painful memory." He swallowed loudly at that.

Finally Tom's eyes blinked into focus his body visably relaxking, as he exhaled his voice shaking. as he saw Booker Staring worriedly at him his hands shaking on his cheeks... "Dennis?"

"Are you alright?" Booker kept hold of his face.

"I-I... what happened?"

"You don't remember?"

"No." Tom looked around a minute puzzled trying to keep his breaths even... "I remember thinking about the shooting... then...You were here looking at me."

"You blacked out." Dennis let his hands drop, "Are you sure your ok?"

"I think so..."

"Come on lets go back inside, bringing you out here was not a good idea..."

"I'm beginning to think coming back to this place at all was a bad idea." Tom sighed rubbing his brow,

"Have you began seeing anyone about this?"

"Like...a shrink?"

"I guess... yeah."

"I didn't think I needed one..."

The phone on Tom's desk began to ring again Fuller glanced over at it and on the third ring decided to answer walking over and picking it up, "Fuller here."

There was a small pause, "No no, he's on break... can I take a message,...Oh?" The captains brows furrowed as he leaned against the desk. "I thought he already had...I see..." he fiddled with the cord of the phone. "No he will... I'll make sure of it... Today, yes sir...Thanks for calling."

The conversation was short but it was enough to make the captains blood boil as he hung up the telephone. "PENHALL?"