Is this story losing it's spark? Maybe it needs a little more Felix. You all must be wondering what's going to happen to him anyway. I don't think I even know what I want to happen to him. I'm playing with ideas. And the boss? Where is he? Who knows, really. Not out of the picture, that's for sure. But Felix is loyal...he won't crack under pressure. Maybe we'll wait on Felix for one more chapter. And I must say that this story is fun to write. As was that nightmare Zack had.

UPDATE: Sorry about any confusion that was had with the fake update. I was trying to edit something in chapter 1, that I just noticed (oddly enough) and I completely screwed up. So I had to repost the chapters. It was a mess. But I think it's ok now. Let me know if you see something wrong.

Disclaimer: I do not own this show or it's characters. But I do own the characters I make up. That dirty, rotten Felix..yeah, I own him.

Carey sat in the waiting room listening to what Dr. Wagner had to say. Apparently, the bullet did more damage to Cody's lung than was originally suspected during the first surgery. "We need to perform another surgery to repair the rest of the damage to his lung," the doctor had told them. But he also told them the odds were good; there was an 85 chance he would pull through. "Of course, he'll need to stay on the respirator until his lung is fully capable of taking air in and out, without any complications," he had said.

And now Carey stood beside Cody, who was on a stretcher, as the surgeons were preparing him for another surgery.

"Everything is going to be ok, sweetie. Just hang in there, ok?" she said, kissing him on the cheek. Cody was still unresponsive, and Carey sighed, moving to the side so Kurt could have a moment with Cody, too. She thought about Zack, who was in his room talking to the police officer that Lt. Brooks sent up. She didn't tell him Cody needed another surgery, it would only upset him more. She would tell him the doctors were running some more tests if he asked to see him. That should buy her some time.

In Zack's room...

Zack was sitting upright in his hospital bed, fiddling with the TV remote, when a police officer entered his room. Putting down the remote, he looked up at the officer who was tall and lanky, with short, light brown hair and bright brown eyes. A small, yet apparent scar graced the area above his left eyebrow, and Zack noticed his uniform was spotless. "Who are you?" he asked.

The officer smiled and held out his hand for him to shake. "Hi, Zack, I'm officer James Peters. I work for Lt. Brooks. I just need to ask you a few things about what happened today." Zack looked hesitantly at the officer's hand, but he finally shook it after a moment. Peters sat down beside him.

"Zack, where were you when the men entered the hotel?" Peters asked, taking out his pen and pad. Zack shifted uncomfortably in his bed. He was going over to talk to Cody, to tell him he was sorry for saying that he wished he would disappear. But he never had the chance and the thought was eating him up inside. "I was going to talk to my brother..." Zack said, almost whispering. He wrinkled his face a little to try and stop the tears that were forming.

Peters sighed, noticing how uncomfortable Zack was becoming. He thought for a minute and then said, "Here, let me show you something." He was reaching for something. Zack lifted his head and glanced over at Peters, who took a picture out of his wallet. He handed the picture to Zack. Zack looked it over for a few seconds, which showed a younger Peters sitting outside a house with his arm around a woman, and asked, "Who is that in the picture with you?"

"That's my twin sister, Susan," Peters said, smiling as he looked at the picture.

"You have a twin?" Zack asked, shooting his head up to stare at Peters, who nodded.

"Listen Zack, I know what you're going through right now. Five years ago, my sister was driving home from work and some drunk ran a red light, crashing their car into hers. He got out of the car and took off, but my sister wasn't so lucky. She was in a coma for eight months and now she's stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of her life. We never found the guy that hit her," Peters explained.

Zack stared silently at Peters, who continued, "The point is, I know you're feeling helpless right now. You don't know what's going to happen to your brother. I've been there."

"I haven't even had the chance to see him yet! My mom won't tell me anything! For all I know, he could be dead!" Zack cried, getting worked up again.

Peters placed a hand on his shoulder and looked Zack in the eye. "You would know if your twin wasn't alive, and you know that. Brothers and sisters share bonds with each other, but twins have a special bond. You have to believe that he's going to be ok. I never stopped believing that my sister would wake up. You have to be there for Cody, he needs you more than ever right now," Peters said, never breaking his eye's away from Zack's.

Zack knew he was right and nodded his head vigorously. Cody would be there for him if he needed it. Suddenly Zack felt a little stronger. "OK, you're right. But what should I do now?" he asked, handing the picture back to Peters.

The officer put the picture back in his wallet and said, "Start by telling me everything that you remember happening in the hotel today so we can put these guys away for good." He gave Zack a small smile, which Zack returned.

"OK," Zack said, nodding again. "I was walking over to Cody when this guy with a really long ponytail came through the front doors..."

In the hospital cafeteria...

Maddie was wringing her hands and pacing around the table where Moseby, London and Lt. Brooks were sitting. Brooks looked at Moseby and asked, "So then what happened?"

Moseby ran a hand over his forehead. "Well, he pointed his gun at Zack, saying he was going to take someone down with him. I just jumped on him, I wasn't even thinking. I didn't want him to shoot one of the boys," he explained with a shaky voice. Brooks nodded and stood up. He put his pad and pen back into his shirt pocket.

"Alright, Mr. Moseby, London and Maddie," he said, shaking their hands. "I think we have all we need at the moment. If I need more information, I'll get in touch with you." He nodded his head at them and walked out of the cafeteria. Maddie wiped a stray tear from her face and took out her phone to check her messages. London looked at her and gasped. She dug into her shoe and pulled out her phone.

"What's wrong, London?" Moseby asked, looking at her oddly.

"My phone has been turned off this whole time! My dad must be going crazy!" she exclaimed, turning her phone on and cringing at the message alert. "12 new voice messages," she said, walking over to the other side of the room to call her father. Moseby was mentally kicking himself when he realized that his phone was still sitting on the front desk at the Tipton.

After a few minutes, London came back over to the table. She had a mixture of happy and sad painted on her face. "I told daddy what happened. Even about the diamond. He said he'll call you later, Moseby, because he wants to know everything about those two guys. And he's said he wants to get some private investigators to try and find that nasty boss guy," she explained.

"Was your father angry about losing his most prized posession?" Maddie asked sullenly. London smiled. "He told me he didn't lose his most prized posession because I'm still alive," she proclaimed, beaming. Maddie and Moseby coulnd't help but feel a little happiness for London.

"So, daddy wanted to fly up here, but I told him he didn't have to. Then he said he wanted to fly me out to where he is," she said, putting her phone back in her shoe.

"What airport is he sending the jet to and what time do we need to get you there?" Moseby asked, straightening his slightly disheveled shirt collar. London shook her head.

"I told him I would come when I know that Cody's gonna be ok," she said, smiling a very sad smile. Maddie got up and hugged her.

In the waiting room...

Carey and Kurt were sitting in a waiting room close to where Cody was being operated on. She felt a pang of guilt for not telling Zack that Cody needed another surgery, but she knew it was for the better. Suddenly a few nurses came running by and Carey felt nervous. Kurt looked around at her, furrowing his brow. Another nurse came running by with one of the surgeons. Carey heard her say "We've got a Code Blue emergency in room 2B."

Carey looked at Kurt as the fear welled up inside both their bodies. Cody was in room 2B...

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OK, took me long enough, but I have good reason. I've had 6 tests in 2 weeks. Yuck. Please tell me what you think. Good? Bad? You know I love your comments.