Logan stepped out onto the porch and looked around. It offered little protection from the ferocity of the storm. He walked across to where Goren still sat and squatted beside the chair. "You still with me here?" His eyes were closed, but he nodded. "Ok, let's get you inside."

With Logan's help, Goren struggled to his feet. He walked into the cabin on his own, steadied occasionally by Logan. When they got to the couch where Eames and Barek were sitting, Goren collapsed near them with a groan. Barek tossed a lighter at her partner. "Do something useful and finish starting that fire."

"I take it you're done abusing the wood."

"Just be glad I'm not abusing you."

He smirked as he headed to the fireplace and she glared at him. Eames frowned. "Why are you mad at him?"

"Because he's an ass. I'm not ten years old," she raised her voice for his benefit. "I can damn well take care of myself and check out a fuse box."

"With an armed psycho running around out there?" he snapped.

"Eames was with me. At least I have enough sense not to go trotting around in the storm by myself looking for her, jackass!"

Goren frowned. "You did what?"

Logan looked at him. "I don't even want to hear from you."

Barek turned to Goren. "Just ignore him. That's what I do. Let me have a look at you now."

He looked at his partner. "Are you ok?"

"Other than the ribs you broke tackling me, I'm fine," she snapped angrily.

"The ribs I broke?"

"Think about it and then let me know when you've figured it out."

Barek frowned at her, wondering why she was being so cruel to him, but she decided it wasn't her place to step in. They'd work it out; they always did. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm ok, just very tired."

"Sick to your stomach, dizzy, headache?" He nodded, which was a mistake. He almost felt hungover. "Do you hurt anywhere else?"

"No."

She examined his head, gently running her fingers through his hair. "Well, look at this. You have a nasty laceration over here on the side of your head, probably where you hit the ground, but it's stopped bleeding. I'll bet that's where the blood on your shirt came from, Alex." She leaned back and looked at him, but he wouldn't look up. She wasn't surprised. "You've got a good concussion going there, Bobby, which is why you feel like crap." She turned to look at her partner. "Logan, go check in the bathroom and see if you can find any first aid supplies. Deakins has to have some around here someplace."

"I thought you wanted me to start a fire." She turned and glared at him. "Ok, ok…I'll be your step-and-fetch-it boy."

The women watched him head down the hall toward the bathrooms, grumbling to himself. "I'll give him step-and-fetch-it…" she muttered.

Logan returned with a plastic box, which he handed to Barek. "There's your first aid kit," he mumbled, heading back to the fireplace.

Barek continued to ignore his surliness, turning back to Goren, who had leaned forward and had his head resting in his hands. She laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Let me see that cut."

He let his hand drop so she could clean the injury. "I won't bandage it because that'll just get annoying, so don't go puddle diving like Logan did earlier."

He just nodded. Barek closed the first aid box and set it aside. Then she went into the kitchen for some ice to put on Eames injured ribs. Goren looked at Eames, moving closer to her. He reached out and gently touched her arm, which she pulled away. "Alex, I…I'm sorry."

She looked at him with a frown. "You're going to have to be a little more specific about what you're apologizing for because I'm really mad at you for more than one reason."

"Your ribs…I…I'm sorry I hurt you."

She stared at him, shaking her head. "Leave it to you to apologize for the one thing I'm not mad at you for."

"But…" He trailed off. She sure sounded mad…but he didn't want to risk pissing her off even more, so he shut up.

Barek returned with a package of frozen peas. She smiled. "These make great ice packs."

Eames took the peas, gently laying them against her side. She leaned back and sighed. "So what are we going to do about Wallace?"

Goren shrugged as he leaned back away from her. "We're going to get her," he said simply.

"Just like that?" Logan grumbled. "We just go and get her? Like you did in Seaside, right?"

"Not quite."

"The biggest disadvantage we have is that she knows where we are but we have no clue where she is," Barek pointed out as she sat in a chair.

Logan stepped away from the fireplace. "There's your fire."

"Thank you."

He walked over to them and dropped into a chair next to his partner, rubbing his forehead. Barek studied him. "Headache?"

"Yeah."

She opened the first aid kit up and tossed a bottle of aspirin to him. He raised an eyebrow. "Take two aspirin and call you in the morning. Can I change that prescription, doctor?"

"First of all, I'm not a doctor. Second of all, I'm too pissed at you right now to even consider doing anything short of beating the shit out of you if you come within three feet of me."

"That has its possibilities," he replied with a grin.

"Logan…" she started. But she could feel her anger starting to fade. "Oh, never mind. You're hopeless."

"That was another thing my mother always told me," he said with a grin. He tossed the aspirin bottle back to her after taking two of them. "So where'd you study doctorin'?" he said, faking a rural accent.

She laughed. He was learning how to defuse her anger. Now if he'd just learn not to instigate it in the first place, but somehow she doubted that would ever happen. "Just something I picked up over time. I had a partner once, years ago…he was the biggest klutz I'd ever met in my life. I had to learn first aid to keep him together, and he gave me lots of practice."

Eames leaned back and tried to take a deep breath, gasping at the pain the shot through her side. Deep breathing was not a very good idea. She looked at her partner, who had closed his eyes. Logan had also noticed the big cop had drifted off. He leaned toward him and tapped his leg. "Hey," he called. Goren groaned softly but didn't answer. He looked at Barek. "Should we be letting him sleep?"

"As long as we can rouse him every couple of hours he'll be ok." She looked at Eames. "Same goes for you." She leaned back into the chair's cushioned back and sighed heavily. "So…what do we do? Somehow I doubt it's going to be as easy as just going and getting her."

"Well," Logan began. "If you want my opinion…"

His opinion was interrupted by a crash outside the cabin on the front porch. He bolted to his feet, pulling out his gun as he ran to the door with his partner on his heels. Eames stayed back, gun drawn, glancing at her partner, who was also on his feet, gun in hand. She grabbed his arm when he took a step forward and shook her head. To appease her, he stopped. Logan opened the door, cautiously following his gun out the door. A glass jar had been shattered, and there was glass all over the porch. He ran across the porch, through the screen door and down the steps, Barek right behind him. Goren and Eames went to the door and watched as they ran across the clearing toward the trees. The storm was beginning to abate as it moved away, but it was still intense. She watched Goren as he stepped onto the porch and studied the side of the house, letting his eyes roam about to find the point of impact. Eames bent down and removed a folded piece of paper from among the glass fragments. She opened it and read its message, spelled out in red ink:

One down, three to go. Whatever will you do without her, Bobby? Which one of you will be next? I control the who, the when and the how. Watch your back, my dear…there's no one to watch it for you now…

She handed it to Goren, watching his face for a reaction. He reacted, but not like she would have expected. She expected anger. She got contemplation. "What the hell are you thinking about?"

"Either she hasn't been watching us, or she wants us to think she hasn't been watching us."

"Does it really matter?"

"It might. If she hasn't been watching us and she really does think she's killed you, that gives us an advantage. If we think she believes you're dead, but she knows you're not, that gives her an advantage."

"Ok, so how do we beat her at it?"

"We keep both scenarios in mind. She won't expect that."

"Are you sure?"

An odd look crossed his face, irritation mixed with…something else. He looked at her. "If you're losing faith in me, Eames, let me know. Then you'll be the one looking for a new partner."

He stepped past her and went into the cabin. She frowned, wondering what he meant by that. Was she losing faith in him? He counted on her to believe in him, and if she was losing that…

Her thoughts were interrupted by Logan and Barek returning to the cabin. "Did you see anyone?" she asked.

"It was hard to tell," Logan replied. "We might have, but whatever it was ran down by the lake and disappeared. Maybe she's really some kind of mutant fish or something."

Barek looked at him. "A mutant fish? You watch too much science fiction, Mike."

They went into the cabin, locking the door behind them. Goren was sitting in front of the fire, watching the flames. Logan and Barek joined him. Barek asked, "Do you think she's going to try anything else tonight?"

Goren looked at her. "Don't ask me," he snapped.

Getting up, he headed up the stairs to the second level, went into his bedroom and slammed the door behind him. Both Barek and Logan looked at Eames, who was watching the now-empty staircase. "What did I say?" Barek asked.

"It's not you, Carolyn. It's me. He thinks I'm losing my trust in him."

Eames looked at the folded note, sitting on the table by the door. Even though she had not struck a lethal blow, round one had gone to Nicole.