Walsh woke up and stared at his alarm clock. It said 1 PM. He looked around the room. It had been an extremely long night for the squad, Jerry had been shot and they all waited to find out if he would survive the night. Fortunately he did. It would be a long road back, but Jerry was a fighter.

Walsh unwrapped himself from his sheets and pulled on his sweatpants. He walked down to the kitchen and was surprised to see Sara still there.

"I thought you had to be at work at 1." He said

"I called off, wanted to make sure you were okay." Sara said

Walsh looked at his side, it was a little bruised but he felt fine. "I'm okay." He said

"Can't I just stay home and take care of my wonderful man?" Sara smiled

"Well, if you put it that way." He smiled back and pulled her close to him

She ran her hands up his sides as he drew her in to kiss her.

"You know, I could give you a little tender loving care." Sara smiled as she pulled at his hand and headed upstairs

Carlos waited uneasily in the ER while Doc went upstairs to check on Jerry. He watched as Kim and Bobby brought a patient in. Bobby walked back out.

"Doc upstairs?" He asked

"Yeah." Carlos replied

"Did you get your bus back together?" Bobby asked

"Yeah I think so." Carlos said

"Well, I guess all you can do is wait on Doc to get back down here then." Bobby was trying to make a conversation, at least he knew Carlos's name today instead of calling him "New guy."

Kim walked out. "Any news?" She asked

Carlos shook his head. He wasn't sure if his coworkers accepted him. After all, he felt like it was his fault that Jerry was shot. He had been a medic in the military and the streets of New York were nothing like what they trained for on the battlefield. At least on a battlefield you knew the general reason the people were shooting at you.

Bobby patted Carlos on the shoulder as he and Kim walked out. Carlos followed them out and went to his own bus. He sat on the back bumper and waited for Doc.

Walsh laid in the bed while Sara straddled his back. She had gotten some lotion out and was giving him a massage. He was enjoying every minute of it.

"If you're going to take care of me like this every time I get hurt, I might do it more often." He smiled

"Don't you even think about it mister." She mocked as she took her hands and rubbed the cold lotion down over his side.

He closed his eyes as her hands moved across his back and then finally she leaned down with her body and whispered in his ear.

"My turn." She said

Walsh rolled over and smiled.

Sully and his new partner Ty Davis Jr. were patrolling the streets. Sully was aggravated that his new partner was a rookie. Though deep down he was glad that it was his old partner's son. He was also annoyed that the kid was by the books- he worried that it would get him killed on the streets of New York. And he didn't want to see that happen.

They pulled up in front of a deli and got out of the car.

"Time to eat." Sully said

"But our dinner's not till 19:30." Ty argued

"Listen Jr. out here on the streets they don't know what we are doing, as long as we still get up and respond to our calls, they won't say a thing." Sully taught his partner a lesson. "I'm not like Bosco, I don't duck calls."

"Yes Sir." Davis said as they walked in the door of the deli.

"Now that we've come to an understanding, let's eat." Sully says

The phone rang. Walsh rolled over to answer it.

"Hello?" He asked, "Oh hey Lieu."

He listened for a moment

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little sore. I'll be able to come in for my regular shift. No need to schedule someone for me." Walsh said

After a few more minutes he finally wrapped up the conversation. "Yeah Lieu. Thanks for calling. I will see you Friday. Bye."

Sara watched as he hung up the phone.

"That was nice of Lieutenant Johnson to call." She said

"Yeah, they wanted to make sure that I was okay." Walsh said

"That's nice." Sara replied

She was enjoying spending time with him, and wasn't really thrilled about him returning to work right away. But she understood that he is a firefighter and that he didn't want to miss work. Firefighting was in his blood; you can't take that away from him. She knew better than to try to make him choose between her and firefighting- he'd choose firefighting in a heartbeat. So she took the extra cuddle time with him. They had been dating for 2 months now and she felt comfortable with it.

After a while Walsh decided that he was hungry, but didn't feel like going out to get food.

"Chinese?" He asked

"Sounds good." Sara said

They dressed and went down to the kitchen where they found a menu for a Chinese place. Walsh picked up the phone and ordered for them.

"Yeah I'd like to get an order of General Tso's Chicken with fried rice, 6 egg rolls, Sweet and Sour Pork with fried rice, 12 donuts, and a small egg drop soup. The address is 1411 148th." He finishes up and hangs up the phone.

He turns around to Sara who is making a pot of fresh coffee. "Food will be here in about 20 minutes. I'm gonna go take a quick shower, if they get here before I get back out the money's in the drawer." He said

"Okay honey." Sara replied

Walsh disappeared up the stairs while Sara finished up with the coffee. He turned on the hot water; it felt good just falling on his chest. He pushed his fingers through his hair so that he could make sure that it was wet. He closed his eyes and let the water flow over his face. He finally got the shampoo and spread it through his hair. He began to sing out loud.

"Friday night I crashed your party
Saturday I said I'm sorry
Sunday came and trashed me out again
I was only having fun
Wasn't hurting anyone
And we all enjoyed the weekend for a change

I've been stranded in the combat zone
I walked through Bedford Stuy alone
Even rode my motorcycle in the rain
And you told me not to drive
But I made it home alive
So you said that only proves that I'm insane

You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right"

He finished his shower and grabbed the towel, wrapping it around his waist. He stepped out and had to wipe away the fog from the mirror. He combed his hair and dried off.

He threw some sweatpants on and a t-shirt and then he went back downstairs to where Sara was just answering the door.

"Is that the Chinese?" He asked as he rounded the corner towards the kitchen.

"Billy don't..." Sara said

He saw a man in a dark jacket holding a knife to Sara's throat. He stopped dead in his tracks. He wasn't exactly sure what to do.

"What the hell?" Walsh asked

"You took something from me that was very dear to me." The man yelled

Suddenly Walsh realized that this man was Sara's ex-boyfriend.

"Let her go!" Walsh demanded

"Or what?" The man challenged

"Billy don't do anything stupid. He won't hurt me." Sara cried

"Let her go!" Walsh demanded again

"Or what?" The man asked again

Walsh rushed towards him. The man threw Sara out of the way, she fell to the floor. The man then tried to slash Walsh with the knife. A struggle ensued.

Sara crawled to the phone and dialed 911. She was quietly trying to give information to the dispatcher while trying to make sure that the man didn't see her.

Walsh struggled with the man trying to overcome the pain in his ribs. He landed a good punch that only made the attacker angry. Soon Walsh was on the defensive. He was backed into a corner over the kitchen sink. He managed to free himself and sent his attacker across the room. But he got back up and rushed at Walsh again.

Four police officers rushed into the room.

"Police!" One of them yelled

Walsh looked up at the officers.

"Drop the weapon!" another yelled

Soon the man dropped a bloody knife on the floor.

The officers moved in quickly taking the man into custody. They looked at Walsh and Sara. They figured out where the blood was from.

"We need a bus on a rush at this location!" One of them called into his radio as Walsh collapsed to the floor and Sara cried out.