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The next day Tommy woke up earlier than he wanted to. He could feel Boris' weight on him as he repeatedly licked his face and whined demanding to be let out. As soon as Boris saw that Tommy was awake he jumped off the bed.

The fact that he had even been on Tommy's bed in the first place was remarkable. He was trained not to do that, meaning he had been trying to wake up Tommy for a while now.

Boris whined again making Tommy grin. "All right, boy, let's go for a walk." He threw the covers off of him and changed his sweats for yesterday's jeans, which he'd left pooled on the floor beside his bed. He threw on a tank top and a hoody and grabbed his keys. Boris was already waiting for him by the door, his tail wagging in anticipation. Tommy didn't even bother with a leash. Boris was generally well behaved and didn't run off.

Once outside, Boris did his business and they took a walk around the block. Tommy letting the cool morning air wake him up. When they got back to his apartment he fed Boris and was about to make himself a cup of coffee when he heard his cellphone ringing in his bedroom, having forgotten to take it with him on his walk.

He cringed when he saw that he already had five missed calls, he answered mid ring.

"Hello?"

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" A sarcastic voice answered on the other end.

"No…"

"Then would you like to tell why you haven't answered any of my calls?" Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose. He really wasn't in the mood to be reprimanded this early.

"I was out and I accidentally left my phone behind. Now tell me, Sergeant, to what do I owe the pleasure of hearing your voice this early in the morning?"

Catherine ignored the sarcasm. "We have a serious situation. I need you down here immediately, detective."

Even though she sounded businesslike Tommy could hear the worry in her voice. "I'll be right there," he said and hung up.

Twenty minutes later Tommy was pushing the doors open to the precinct. Immediately he could tell that something was wrong. People who were normally quietly tapping away at their computers were running around, computer screens which were normally on something or other were blank, and the hum of the computers- a noise that was normally unnoticeable but was glaringly obvious now- was replaced by silence.

Tommy grabbed Yeager's arm as he passed by with a file in his hands. "Hey, what's going on?" Yeager fixed him with a look that made Tommy's stomach drop out from under him. Whatever was going on it was serious.

"Follow me," was all he said. Yeager led him down the few steps to the main area of the precinct where they did most of their work. The main monitor on the wall was currently blank. Yeager sat down at one of the computers that was connected to it and began tapping in a few commands. "We've had a cyber-attack," he said without looking at Tommy.

"When?"

"We think it may have happened late last night or early this morning. Either way when we got in today everything was compromised. The cyber-attack has completely shut us down."

"So we're offline?"

Yeager nodded gravely. "We are no longer monitoring any activities online until we can get us back up." This was serious. If people weren't being monitored all hell could break loose, they could have another Babylon.

"How long do you think that will take?"

Yeager just shook his head. "I have no idea, man. I've been trying to get us up and running for the last hour, but these things take time and I don't seem to be making much headway."

"Detective Calligan." Tommy turned to see Catherine beckoning him into her office.

"You know there's only one person who could have done this, who would have gone after us like this, right? he asked Catherine once inside her office. She nodded. "I do."

Catherine tapped a file on her desk that Tommy immediately recognized as Bubonic's, having looked in it multiple times already. It was the thickest file they had on anyone. It was both impressive and horrific considering the amount of stuff he had done and the level in which he had done it in.

"We don't know what he's planning, but we need to figure it out quick, there's no one monitoring online activities in this area and that is a huge risk we cannot have." Tommy nodded, understanding how bad this was.

"However," she continued. "I have a feeling that whatever Bubonic is planning it has to do with something bigger than just compromising the Cyber Crimes Unit." Since with Bubonic there was always a bigger picture he knew she was right. He nodded, agreeing. The fact that they didn't know what the big picture was yet was have been enough to terrify anyone.

"Hey," Yeager said coming in. "I found something."

Tommy and Catherine looked at each other and followed Yeager back to the computer he had been working in. Yeager had managed to gain access to part of the network. He pointed to the monitor on the wall which now had a string of codes running down it in a pattern that looked familiar. It was the same set up Bubonic used, but there was one set of codes that kept repeating itself.

"So it's confirmed now. Bubonic is definitely behind the attack." Catherine said looking up at the screen, having recognized Bubonic's unique coding too.

"Yes, it's definitely him, but I haven't been able to figure out what the code that keeps repeating itself means." Yeager answered. Tommy studied it carefully and suddenly it hit him.

"He signed it. Bubonic freaking signed it." He shook his head at the ridiculousness of it.

"He wants us to know he did it because he's proud of his work," Catherine said with a disgusted look on her face.

"Yeah well, he always did have a sick sense of humor." Tommy could still vividly remember the beating he got from the jealous boyfriend Bubonic had tricked into thinking his girlfriend was cheating on him with Tommy. He also still hadn't replaced all of the furniture that had been taken from his apartment because of the fake online ad Bubonic had posted either. Bubonic was a freaking nuisance, but those things were just small game compared to what Tommy knew Bubonic was capable of.

"Try to get the system back up, Detective Yeager," Catherine ordered.

Yeager just nodded already at work. Suddenly the codes on the screen changed and came faster moving down almost like a waterfall.

"Detective, did you do that?"

Yeager shook his head. "No I didn't." His fingers were flying over the keyboard typing in a series of commands that didn't seem to affect the codes on the monitor in any way.

"Yeager, what's going on?" Tommy demanded.

"I don't know. It seems like someone is hacking into the computer again. I no longer have any control over the system." He tried tapping something else into the computer but nothing changed. He dropped his arms to his sides in defeat. "I can't do anything, there's an outside source that's preventing me from controlling the computer."

Suddenly the monitor's screen went blank. Yeager's arms still hadn't moved from his sides so he couldn't have done anything Tommy noted. Then the screen seemed to blink back on and an image came up.

It was Bubonic.

Tommy felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on him. He hadn't expected this, but that's what Bubonic lived for, the unexpected and there he was staring back at them with the stupid bird mask covering his face.

"Hello everyone," Bubonic greeted in that formal tone he always used.

"What do you want, Bubonic?" Tommy demanded angrily.

"Well, hello to you too, Detective Calligan. I did think that you would be happier to see me seeing as we are old friends and all."

"Friends don't really have their friends beat up or go and shut down their workplace," Tommy said dryly.

"You're right, my mistake, Tommy." Bubonic said in an icy tone. "Since friends don't murder their friend's girlfriend either.

Tommy shut his eyes trying to collect himself. "Why are you doing this, Bubonic? Why attack the Cyber Crimes Unit? What is it that you want from us?"

Bubonic smiled slowly, it was a smile that promised of bad things to come. Tommy felt a chill run down his spine. He felt like he already knew the answer.

"Oh, detective, what I want is not something that you can give me, no one can. This I must get on my own." He leaned in to the computer for effect, his bird mask filling the screen.

"Revenge," he said slowly letting the word sink in.

"I didn't kill her, Bubonic. She killed herself."

Bubonic drew back. "And just why do you think she did it?" he hissed his voice rising. He didn't let Tommy answer. "Because she was afraid of what you were going to do to her! You drove her to do what she did." There was a hysterical edge to his voice. Tommy had no doubt at all that Bubonic was insane. Sane people didn't tend to do the sort of horrible things that Bubonic had done.

"You say you work for justice when you killed an innocent person! You killed my girl and for that I'm going to make you pay deeply, Calligan. This is only the beginning," he promised. "By the time I'm done with you you're going to wish you had never been born. I am going to get my revenge if it is the last thing I do."

The screen went blank.

It was completely silent in the precinct. Yeager turned a concerned look to him that Tommy ignored. He turned around and saw that everyone who worked in the precinct right behind him, having gathered there as Bubonic was talking. They were all looking at him wide eyed, the fear clear in their eyes. They were right to fear Bubonic, anyone would. Tommy felt as if he were in a daze. He took a step forward and everyone parted to make room for him. Some scooted further back when he came too close as if he were a disease that they didn't want to catch. There was nowhere private to go in the precinct so he made his way toward Catherine's office and sat down. He knew that she was going to make him go in there to talk anyways.

He saw Catherine address everyone through the window that looked out over the precinct in her office. He couldn't hear what she was saying but he assumed that she was dismissing them since he saw the majority of the detectives grab their belongings and head out. Only a few stayed behind who immediately headed over to their work stations and began typing frantically into their computers.

Tommy had known before that Bubonic had it out for him because he blamed him for his girlfriend's suicide, but this was the first time that Bubonic had ever explicitly stated it. The first time he had ever really threatened his life.

Catherine came in with Yeager right behind her. "We'll be setting up a protective detail for you, Tommy," she said as soon as she saw him. He clenched his jaw. She had used his name again, as if to soothe him or make him feel better. But there was nothing she could really say to make this any better or to make it go away until they caught the maniac.

"I don't need a protective detail," he said through gritted teeth.

Yeager looked at him as if he were crazy. "Did you not hear what Bubonic just said to you? Did it go in one ear and out the other or something? He just threatened your life, Tommy."

"Trust me, I heard him loud and clear, Yeager, but I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself. I don't need someone constantly watching my every move, thank you."

"Yeager rolled his eyes at him. "You do realize that Bubonic has most likely been doing that already, right? He's probably just waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike."

Tommy did know that but he didn't appreciate Yeager pointing it out to him. He didn't want a protective detail following him around it would feel like an invasion of privacy, but mostly it would be like acknowledging that the danger was really present in his life. He suddenly wondered if this was how Lindy and Sophia had felt when they had a protective detail, if they had hated how their every move was being shadowed. Ben had been the one to start them on the detail but Tommy had taken over it when he had died and enforced all the more so when he began to have feelings for Lindy.

"I don't want a protective detail," he repeated. Catherine gazed at him. He felt like she understood the reason he was refusing although she didn't approve. Tommy stared back refusing to back down despite the fact that she made him feel like a bug under a microscope.

"Fine, detective, but remember, you're the one that chose this." She changed the subject. "I've sent almost everyone home except for a few select detectives whose skills we could use to help us get back up and working again. Yeager and yourself are included, but I'll understand if you want to go home, Calligan. I've already made a report to the FBI and a few agents should be here in a few hours with technicians to help us out and to ask a few questions."

Tommy didn't want to go home and mope he wanted to help catch the guy who had just threatened his life. "I'll stay," was all he said and followed Yeager out of the office.

For the next few hours Tommy and the rest of the detectives who had stayed behind worked on restoring the system and managed to make some headway before the technicians arrived and took over. The investigators poked around, asked everyone questions, taking particular interest in the fact that Bubonic had targeted Tommy, and left. The technicians stayed behind promising the investigators to report back when they got the system working and back online again.

Catherine sent the Cyber Crimes detectives home but staying behind herself. Yeager practically fled out the door after that. Tommy wondered why he was in such a hurry but didn't ask. He had texted Lindy right before questioning saying he was going to be late and she had texted back saying it was fine. He left soon after Yeager heading to meet Lindy at the gym.

The boxing bag swung back on its rope. As it made its way back toward Lindy she raised her fist and hit it again harder following it through with a kick. She had gotten to the gym early to make sure she got some one on one time with the boxing bag she needed to take out all of her frustrations out on it and to prove to Tommy that she could be on time, but he had texted her saying he was going to be late. Which was just fine with her since it gave her more time to do what she needed to do. She punched the bag repeatedly taking out all of her anger over herself and Jake, the pain she felt over Sara, her guilt over Ben and all the other innocent people's deaths, her hurt over Tommy's betrayal, and even the confusion she felt now about the two of them. She let all of this drive her fists. She was breathing hard but didn't stop.

She was so focused on what she was going and so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't hear the footsteps coming up behind her, she didn't know anyone was there, until an arm came around stopping her, she was spun around and she found herself staring at a broad chest. "Whoa, let up already. What's going on, did the bag look at you funny or something?"

Lindy would have laughed at the weak attempt at a joke if she wasn't so wound up. She shrugged. "Just needed a workout," she said lamely.

Tommy raised an eyebrow at her, the amusement clear in his eyes, but there was worry in there as well. "Were you planning on doing that to me?"

She just rolled her eyes at him. "No, I just needed to release some pent up energy I had." He wanted to ask more, but didn't.

"Well it looks like you have plenty of it. C'mon let's get started." Lindy followed him to the center of the room and they went over some of the moves from the day before. Lindy noticed with slight relief that they didn't go over the bear hug again.

After a while Lindy noticed that Tommy seemed distracted. He repeated his instructions more than once as if he had forgotten that he had already said them before, his moves were clumsy, and whenever she asked him something he only nodded his head absently as if barely listening.

Finally she had had enough. "Tommy?" He didn't seem to hear her.

"Tommy?" she said a little louder. No response.

"Tommy!" she snapped, waving her hands in front of his face to get his attention. He blinked hard as if to clear his head. "Oh, hey, sorry, were you saying something?" He was secretly wondering how long she had been trying to get his attention.

"Okay, what's going on?" she asked annoyed.

"Nothing," he said a little too quickly.

"Really," she said, placing her hands on her hips. Tommy knew he was in trouble. He knew he wasn't going to be able to just brush off her questions with a simple "I'm fine" this time.

"You're really going to lie to me like that?"

"I'm not-," she raised her hand up to stop him from coming up with any excuses.

"You are. You've been distracted ever since you got here. Obviously something's wrong. Is that why you were late today?"

"No."

"No," she said slowly. "Which means yes, doesn't it?" He didn't say anything. She was right and she knew it. He could feel the tension rising in her. He didn't know why he was lying to her. Bubonic was after him not her. He didn't think that telling her would put her in any danger, but he wanted to keep this under wraps for as long as he could.

"So," she said her voice slowly rising. "You want me to trust you, but you're still hiding things from me. You want me to spill out my guts to you, but you don't even trust me enough to tell me what's wrong, is that it? Because if that's how you think this is how it's going to work, then you're very wrong." She brushed past him angrily.

"This isn't even about you," he yelled after her, growing angry. She froze. "But why should I tell you anything? I know that something's bothering you, but you keep shutting me out. You're letting whatever you're feeling eat you up inside and I'm not supposed to hide anything from you when you're doing the same to me?" He regretted the words as soon as he said them.

She whirled around, her face flushed with anger and pointed an accusing finger at him. "It does have to do with me because you're lying to me. I actually have a reason to distrust you, Tommy. You're the one who broke my trust, remember?" She hissed. "It's your fault that you lost my trust and my respect when you used me and lied to me. You used my weakness to get to me and now you're lying to me again and you don't expect me to be angry? Well then this," she pointed her finger back and forth between the two of them, "Is not going to work out." With that she stormed out.

"Lindy!" he yelled after her.

But she was already gone.