(Joel Adams - Please Don't Go)

Cindy MacKenzie often used to joke the 09ers were more bionic than human by the time they graduated college. Everything about them was Mean Girl plastic, particularly her counterpart, Madison Sinclair, the girl who led the life Mac always thought she should have had.

She might not have been synthetic with a pre-programmed personality, but right now, Mac was definitely on autopilot. The EMT's had given her a quick once over, mentioning something like 'shock' before she had been huddled into the back of the Ambulance with Parker and Dick. Sheriff Mars was going to meet them in the emergency room for an update, and Logan said something about being right behind them. Her mind had flicked an 'off' switch, to help protect itself, the rest of it was a blur and even now she still couldn't make much sense of it.

Right now though…

It was like she'd stepped outside of herself when she'd opened that door and saw all the blood. Tim had shot Dick because she couldn't stop herself from poking her cute little nose into his affairs.

Dick had been unconscious by the time she'd opened the door, clutching a set of keys in his hand.

How had Parker and Logan found them so fast?

"It's okay baby… you just gotta wait… I love you…"

Logan had done most of the talking since they arrived, his large hands scribbling furiously over the paperwork placed in his lap. Mac stood watching as the medical staff started cutting away Dick's clothes, a dance of professional hands moving in a lifesaving symphony as they added tubes and wires.

"We have two entries on the left side, but only one exit," a tall man in green scrubs announced.

"He's allergic to penicillin," he told the nurse who took the clipboard back.

There was so much she didn't know about the man she loved….

"Good to know, right now he's being taken to surgery, so it's going to be sometime before I'll have an update for you" she informed him.

"Surgery?" Mac repeated, the word felt foreign.

"There will of course be additional reports to fill out, it's standard with an admission like this," the nurse continued indicating the seated area as the doors between them closed and they wheeled Dick away. "The deputy from the Sheriffs department will be arriving soon."

"W-where are they taking him?" Mac said as she panicked grabbing the older woman by the arm.

"Is he a relative?" she asked placing a gentle but firm hand around Mac's wrist.

"He's my everything," Mac replied numbly.

The world has so much going on in it and it's bigger than our tiny pieces of grief.

"Is he going to make it?" Parker asked Logan quietly as they got Mac checked out after she almost fainted.

"I don't know," Logan answered softly. The truth of those words finally sinking in, he wasn't sure if his best friend was going to survive this…"Veronica's on her way here."

"They think the second bullet is lodged in his kidney," Parker swallowed looking nervously over her shoulder not wanting her brunette roommate to overhear. "They mentioned it on the journey over."

Where did these belong to? Dick's new place?

Logan looked down at the blood soaked keys in his hands.

"I should wash my hands…" Logan said absently.

He should have gone to help when he'd heard those gun shots…

"Sheriff Mars will be here soon," Parker told him.

"Tim Foyle is like a ghost. Zero digital footprint. No social media presence other than his faculty profile and a LinkedIn Account. The only photograph we have managed to find of him was one faxed over by his ex-fiancée who Veronica told us about," Sheriff Mars told Sacks as they entered the emergency department.

He'd interviewed Tim Foyle twice in the few weeks since Dean Odell's murder. Nothing about him had registered as threatening or worthy of a second look. Nothing about him fit the general profile of a criminal suspect.

Fury curled his fists around the black evidence bags in his hands, he hated to do this. Logan, Parker and Mac needed to be processed and Dicks clothing from the shooting needed to be collected for evidence.

He'd bugged Veronica's phone.

"Tim Foyle… he killed Weevil… he's shot Dick… I need help!"

Guilt churned in his gut at the thought of Dick Casablancas fighting for his life and Keith almost hadn't even answered Mac's call after their recent encounter at the Neptune Grand. Sheriff Lamb was being buried tomorrow, and Eli Navarro the day after, between the mayors office and his overtime budget... He'd forgotten how much red tape was involved in holding Office.

"There have been several local media outlets asking for an official confirmation of an active shooter on campus," the taller deputy said. "We've locked down the scene but I'm not sure how long we have before the ambulance chasers make their way here."

"Keep it as quiet as we can for now, last thing we want is a panic," Keith told him.

Tim Foyle was methodical, clever and used to people underestimating him. He'd been anything but typical but Keith would not make that mistake again.

"Wilson, Briar and Ryan's are canvasing the campus but so far there are no witnesses and no signs of Foyle's car. Inga said she's trying to get hold of the State troopers and San Diego PD." Deputy Sacks continued but quickly drew silent when they caught sight of the blood soaked trio.

"He was gone by the time we got there," Logan said shaking his head.

Professor Landry was now being questioned about his assistant.

The statements didn't take very long; it was quick enough to slot the pieces together. Hard to remember that these three were barely more than kids. Deputy Sacks took some preliminary photographs, and the lab tech from the hospital assisted with some swabs for gun powder residue.

Forty-five minutes since the shooting… It only took an hour to be half way to Mexico from Hearst.

Goodbye cruel Neptune…

"Tim's had access to all the brightest minds and perfect murder plots of students the Hearst students for years, this isn't a game… he's way ahead of us" Veronica had advised her dad.

His degree in Criminology and knowledge of the local area, possible escape route planning all gave Tim Foyle an advantage. He wouldn't head for the border but it was easy to forget that there were more ways to escape Neptune than heading for Mexico. If he was smart enough to avoid trying to drive out of town, then chances were he would try and make his escape via the docks or the airport.

He knew how to change up his appearance, how to disappear…

"Veronica is on her way," Logan assured Mac as he offered her the Neptune Sheriff's department fleece.

That kid was as wrapped up in the Chaos in Neptune as his daughter...