Several Hours Later

Manhattan, New York

Thanks to Derek's driving, he, Emily, and Nick made it to New York in record time and Derek quickly travelled to the address McKeen had provided. Derek locked Nick in the van and took the keys, as Nick was too weak to try and escape and they needed to figure out his fate.

"This is a nice place," Emily spoke in a tired voice as she followed Derek and McKeen into the living room of the brownstone and found Ivan sitting there, enjoying a cigar.

Ivan nodded his head to Emily and quickly extinguished the cigar, as he didn't smoke in front of women, "Are you the one who wants that Boscorelli brat?" he asked in a curious voice.

Emily nodded, "That punk broke my wife's heart," Derek grunted, his voice cold.

"That punk has been our guest for the last several hours," McKeen replied, smirking at Derek.

Derek sighed irritably, "Whatever; when can I go get my son?" he asked crossly.

"Do you need their address?" Emily asked softly. "I can just take you there…"

Derek gave Emily a worried look, "Emmy, you should stay here and keep your friend company," he replied, not wanting Emily to possibly do something to protect him from Alex. "Please?"

"John's here?" Emily asked quietly. "I…I've been wanting to see him for so long…"

McKeen nodded and led Derek and Emily into the back bedroom, smiling when he turned on the light. John was tied to a chair in the middle of the room while a clean bed sat in the corner. His face and arms were bruised and his eyes widened in horror when he saw Emily there

"Emily, why?!" John yelled in an anxious voice. "Why would you do this to me?!"

Derek growled as he stormed over to John, ripped him out of the chair, and ignored the injury it caused John as he lifted him above the floor, "Don't talk to my wife like that, you punk!" he growled, shaking John hard before throwing him towards the bed like a rag doll.

Emily flinched as John hit the bed and whimpered. McKeen quickly hurried over to the bed and handcuffed John's left to the headboard so he couldn't run, "No!" John howled anxiously.

"If you don't quit yelling, I'm going to let Derek beat you to death!" McKeen snapped.

John spat at McKeen and McKeen socked John in the jaw before slamming his head against the ornate headboard, "He's ready for whatever you want to do to him," McKeen snarled.

"I wish I could join you, Em, but I want to go get Alex," Derek replied. "Have fun!"

Emily sighed anxiously, "I wish I could go with you," she replied. "I miss him."

"Don't worry, Emily," McKeen spoke reassuringly. "Once Derek has Alex, you can spend all the time with him that you want. I brought John to you because you wanted him…"

Derek scoffed and sauntered out of the room, having no intention of actually returning for Emily once he had his son because he didn't have time for the nuances of a teenage girl. He had paid someone to act as a priest and give her a fake marriage, but he didn't love her; she was just a stopover girl until he could get to Miami, murder Greg Sanders, and reclaim Jenny as his own.

The brownstone suddenly became very quiet and Emily looked at John, seeing right away that he wasn't happy to be there. He had obviously fought McKeen, as he had defensive bruises on him.

"All I asked you to do was be Alex's father," Emily grumbled. "Maybe Mom would have given him back if you would have said yes. Instead, you had to run to Vegas and pick up a girl…"

John frowned, "Emily, I love Caira," he replied weakly. "I…I don't love you the way you want me to. We're friends and I thought you were happy with that. I can't love you the way…"

Swearing, Emily slapped John across the face, "Please, Emily, you don't want to hurt me," John pled, his anxiety growing as she turned away from him. "Are we alone? You could let me go."

Emily silently left the room for a few moments and returned, "They're off to find Alex, but I'm not going to let you go," she replied in a cold, upset voice. "I want to show you that I love you."

Terror filled John's heart, but he was powerless to stop whatever was going to happen to him.

Flack was already at the scene and Mac hadn't wanted to do it, but he had also recalled Danny to New York because of the situation. Danny had relayed the news to Robert and had left him in the care of his family before catching a police chopper back. He was due to arrive at any minute.

In the meantime, Mac had assigned Hawkes and Lindsay to process the diner, he had coordinated with Major Cases and Anti-Crime to get search teams organized, and he was now at the hospital with Jo to talk to Carlos and Caira. He knew nothing except that one of them had been shot. He had also heard Christine Whitney was present at the diner and unharmed, but she had been escorted to a safe area because police were afraid of McKeen returning to the scene.

The sound of running water filled Mac's ears as he and Jo walked through the ER looking for Carlos, Caira, or any of his people to get information about the incident and he found himself looking around for the source of the noise. He quickly noticed that Carlos Nieto was lingering by a scrub station down the hall, staring at his bloodied, roughed up hands while the sink was running. His expression was somber and he was struggling to keep from crying.

Sighing, Mac made his way over to Carlos, "Carlos?" he asked in a quiet, soft voice.

Carlos didn't look up, "I couldn't go after them," he spoke softly. "Caira…was hurt."

Jo watched as Carlos exhaled anxiously before vomiting in the sink, "Carlos…" she began.

Anxious talking suddenly filled the ER and Mac quickly turned just in time to see Bosco hurry into the ER with Ty and a few other officers, "I heard about the attack on the diner," Bosco spoke in an anxious voice. "Carlos, John, and Caira were attacked by Jeffrey McKeen? Where are…?"

Mac sighed, "Caira's up in surgery and John was taken," he replied in an official voice.

Bosco frowned and looked past Mac to where Jo was standing with a very pale, trembling Carlos, "Does Carlos have details?" he asked in a quiet voice. "He doesn't look well."

"We were about to interview him," Mac replied softly. "Where's your wife?"

Bosco sighed, "When I heard about the shooting, I called home and insisted that Sully and Yelina stay with Danielle and the kids," he explained quietly. "I promised I'd phone with any…"

Bosco's eyes suddenly widened as Carlos threw up in the sink again. Jo immediately took Carlos's arm and gently guided him over to a nearby row of plastic chairs, sitting with him.

"Sorry…" Carlos spoke in a soft, shaky voice. "Um, are the cops here to arrest me?"

Jo frowned and Bosco suddenly turned to the other uniforms, "Out," he ordered briskly. "Now."

The uniforms looked confused, but quickly left. Mac, Ty, and Bosco walked over to Carlos, "Davis, can you talk to Carlos?" Bosco asked firmly. "I'll talk to Detective Taylor."

Ty remained as Bosco and Mac walked off, "I…large groups of cops make me nervous because I know what the media said about the Bernard Marquez thing," Carlos spoke in a nervous voice.

"You want me to call Holly?" Ty asked quietly. "Tommy's also off from school today…"

Carlos shrugged and Ty did just that, knowing Carlos just needed time to collect himself. Jo, however, knew she needed to get information from Carlos that would help them find John and she needed to get him opening up. She offered him a smile and waited for him to speak.

"Jess, open up!"

Anxiety filled Angell as she answered the door and found Flack there, "Don, what…?" she asked worriedly. "We're sort of on lockdown because John Boscorelli was kidnapped…"

"I'll hide you both at my place," Flack replied anxiously. "I cleared it with Mac already."

Angell looked confused, "I thought you were in Miami?" she asked in a confused voice.

Flack looked around and saw that the hotel room's bathroom door was closed, "She's in the bathroom, Don," Angell spoke in an anxious voice. "All this stress is making her sick."

The bathroom door suddenly opened and Dr. Pride came out, deeply shaken because she was horrified about John's kidnapping, "We have to go," Angell spoke anxiously. "How are you?"

Dr. Pride's eyes narrowed, but she silently proceeded to grab the bags she had never unpacked and threw her wallet into it before getting her shoes on, "Where?" she asked coldly.

Flack was surprised at Dr. Pride's sudden coldness, but Angell simply brushed it aside and took one of the bags from her, "Let me help you carry those," she spoke calmly. "All right?"

Dr. Pride nodded, "Don, it's all right," Jess spoke quietly, giving him a look. "Where to?"

"My place," Flack replied in a calm voice. "We'll take the fire exit and back roads."

"…Police presence on the streets has increased in the last few hours since John Boscorelli was kidnapped by Jeffrey McKeen…" a voice spoke over the radio of the van that McKeen was driving while Ivan and Derek hid in the back with Nick. "This situation is ongoing…"

Vomiting filled the back and Ivan swore before a loud bang filled the vehicle, "We can't get to Alex and Nick puked on my shoes!" Ivan growled angrily. "What do we do, McKeen?"

"Nicky said that Jenny's in Miami, so maybe we should go kill Sanders and then get her to help us find Alex," Derek spoke up coldly. "Um…do y'all have a boat we can use to get to Miami?"

Ivan muttered under his breath, but sighed, "Yes, I do," he replied. "At ze harbor."

McKeen scoffed, but turned on to a back street that served as a shortcut to the harbor. He had spent a lot of time hiding in New York and knew the city well enough to avoid the heavier police presence that had materialized. He had given John to Emily and didn't need either of them now.

Suddenly, a rugged looking car turned on to the street ahead of them and McKeen paused. He didn't need any witnesses trying to get in the way of what they were now trying to do.

"There's a car ahead," McKeen hissed coldly. "Prepare yourselves for a fight."

Sounds of guns being loaded filled the car as McKeen sped up and got in front of the new arrivals, stopping and forcing the other car to stop. A smirk of glee filled his face as he realized that Flack, Angell, and Dr. Pride were in the car. They now had a qualified doctor that could care for the injured Nick and keep him alive and two cops that could be dealt with swiftly.

Flack frowned as he watched the doors to the van ahead of them open and he immediately went for his gun, "Jess, slide into the driver's seat and take off once I'm out," he ordered firmly.

Angell, however, froze when she saw McKeen and Ivan emerge from the vehicle. Flack quickly got out and a shootout ensued. As bullets flew everywhere, Dr. Pride ducked out of sight and Angel quickly brandished her gun, ready to shoot at McKeen and Ivan through the car.

Ivan stormed towards the car and shot at the windows of the car as he did before shoving Flack into the car hard. Flack hit the car and fell, leaving Ivan free to get into the car.

"Say goodnight, little Angell," Ivan sneered before shooting Angell in the stomach twice.

Dr. Pride whimpered and Ivan immediately went to the backseat, not hesitating to rip the door open and grab her arm, "Nick Stokes is going to die," Ivan hissed. "Unless you come with me."

Angell's whimper filled the car and Dr. Pride hesitated before getting out of the car with only her purse on her since the bags were in the trunk. Flack tried to get up and McKeen drop kicked him as he came over to the car, "Raid the trunk," McKeen ordered. "Get everything of value."

"Those are just my bags," Dr. Pride spoke anxiously. "I…you didn't need to shoot them…"

McKeen quickly got into the car and glanced at the injured Angell briefly before grabbing the keys, "If it's your stuff, get it," he ordered, throwing the keys to Dr. Pride. "NOW!"

Dr. Pride anxiously got her bags out of the trunk while Ivan grabbed the tire iron. Ivan then dragged her past Angell and Flack and over to the van. Ivan opened the back, revealing an angry looking Derek and a battered, weak looking Nick. Ivan threw the bags in the back over Nick's head, "Get in," Ivan hissed coldly, glaring at his ex-wife. "We must make tracks to ze harbor."

Nick opened his mouth to protest, but pain suddenly overcame him and he passed out. Dr. Pride glared at Derek as she got in and he moved away, pleased that he didn't have to play doctor anymore because Ivan's ex had more skills than him. The doors slammed with a CLANG.

A moment later, Dr. Pride felt the van speeding away from the scene, leaving Flack and Angell alone and defenseless. If Nick happened to die now, even more blood would be on her hands.

Miami, Florida

"Emily, got a minute?"

It was one of her few days off and Emily had been spending it at Anthony and Rosa's house with James, Julliet, and Jesse. BJ, Adam, and Lenny were also there, all of them doing homeschooling. It had been a quiet day until Ryan had shown up unexpectedly.

Emily nodded as Rosa came into the living room with snacks for the kids as they sat on the floor, reading quietly, "It's important," Ryan spoke in a quiet voice. "Um, could we maybe go out?"

Frowning, Emily quickly made sure Jesse was still asleep in his carrier before standing up to stand at eye-level with Ryan, "What's wrong?" she asked in a concerned voice. "Are you okay?"

Rosa gave Ryan a concerned look, but Ryan sighed, "It's complicated," he stammered quietly, his expression a mixture of upset and concern. "I…I just really need to talk to you."

Emily nodded and silently followed Ryan out to the front yard, her frown deepening when he saw a CSI Hummer parked at the curb, "I…I'm supposed to be at the lab, but Horatio's aware of what I'm doing," Ryan spoke nervously. "I saw Grissom at the hospital a few hours ago…"

"Grissom?" Emily asked in a concerned voice. "You saw Grissom at the hospital?"

Ryan sighed, "He was getting chemo while I was getting a checkup," he breathed softly. "H and I both saw him and I followed Grissom home after. I took him some things…"

Emily nodded and Ryan exhaled anxiously, "I think he could use some help, but I didn't want to bring it up to him," Ryan explained worriedly. "I don't know why he came to Miami when…"

"You mentioned he's married and has twins," Emily cut in softly. "Why is he out in Miami?"

Ryan shrugged and looked anxious, "Do you think I'm wrong to be worried enough about him to involve you without telling him?" he asked worriedly. "I…Horatio didn't think I was."

Emily sighed, "Ryan, I think you were right to tell someone else because this is clearly overwhelming you," she replied softly. "Do you want me to go talk to Grissom?"

Ryan nodded and exhaled anxiously, "The house isn't far from here," he spoke quietly. "I can…"

Nodding, Emily quickly went inside and retrieved her purse before joining Ryan in the Hummer.

It didn't take long for them to get from the Speedles to the condo where Grissom was hiding and Emily was deeply surprised that it was near the beach, "I guess these are one of the properties that Victims Assistance owns," Ryan spoke quietly. "I wonder if I should have called first…"

Emily sighed patiently and waited while Ryan used his key to open the door. Sounds of retching and coughing greeted them and Ryan suddenly worried that the chemo had gotten to Grissom.

"Grissom?" Ryan called out in a concerned voice. "It's Ryan Wolfe. Are you okay?"

A few seconds later, a pale, tired looking Grissom came out of the bathroom wrapped in a large blanket and froze at the sight of Ryan and Emily, "Hello," he spoke quietly. "Welcome."

"I heard the puking," Ryan spoke in a concerned voice, frowning. "Is that normal so soon?"

Grissom sighed, "I've never had cancer before, so I don't know," he replied in a quiet voice as he made a beeline for the living room couch, revealing that his laptop was on the coffee table. "I've tried to keep on top of what's going on with trying to find Nick, but Sara's been called into help Greg keep the lab going while everyone else focuses on the situation. I'm on the update site…"

Exhaling anxiously, Grissom sank on to the couch, "Grissom, you don't look well and I personally think you should be resting," Emily spoke firmly. "I know you want to help…"

"I resigned from CSI to give greater attention to Victims Assistance and its clients," Grissom replied in a quiet, but tired voice. "Las Vegas is still reeling from Sofia's death and I felt that if my attention weren't so much on the lab, things might have been different…."

Ryan's expression softened, but Grissom didn't notice because he was looking at his laptop with a sour expression on his face, "According to the updates, Nick's captors are no longer in Vegas," Grissom spoke in a quiet voice. "They're bringing the FBI in to help with the investigation…"

Scoffing irritably, Grissom closed his eyes and silently massaged his forehead, "Grissom, are you okay?" Ryan asked in a concerned voice. "You're…you're not going to pass out, are you?"

"I've got a jar of grasshoppers in the cupboard next to the fridge," Grissom replied. "Get them."

Ryan quickly went into the kitchen, found the jar, and got it to Grissom, "Grasshoppers?" Emily asked in a confused voice, frowning as Grissom opened the jar and quietly ate a few of them.

"Grasshoppers help with low blood sugar," Grissom explained, sighing. "Thank you."

Ryan sighed as Grissom opened his eyes, "Is there anything I can do for you?" Ryan asked softly.

Grissom shrugged, "The site also mentioned an attack in New York," he replied softly, his expression somber. "I know a few people there and they aren't mentioning who was attacked…"

"I already know because Horatio was informed that this incident might delay the hearing," Ryan spoke in an apologetic voice. "John Boscorelli was kidnapped by Jeffrey McKeen…"

Grissom's eyes widened in shock and he promptly passed out, sinking on to the couch quickly.

Ryan paled and Emily quickly knelt down to check him, "Call 9-1-1," she ordered. "Now."

Manhattan, New York

"Danielle, I can stick around if you want company or protection," Bosco offered in a concerned voice as he and Danielle stood outside the room where Caira was now resting after surgery.

Danielle scoffed, "Aren't you needed to help look for John?" she asked in a tired voice.

"Sully and Yelina have the rest of the kids at home and Davis is sitting with Carlos right now," Bosco replied calmly. "Taylor suggested I stay because Caira will need protecting…"

Danielle sighed anxiously and hugged her husband, relieved when he held her gently held her, "I managed to talk to the doctor after she was brought out of surgery," she spoke anxiously. "Caira made me her power of attorney at John's recommendation and I just feel so bad for her…"

"They got it out, right?" Bosco asked in a concerned voice, frowning at his wife.

Danielle nodded and suddenly frowned, drawing away from Bosco as she noticed something over his shoulder. Bosco turned and frowned when she saw Faith lingering near the elevator.

"Faith, aren't you supposed to be hiding?" Bosco asked in a confused, concerned voice.

Faith sighed, "I called your place and Sully said you were here," she replied in a concerned voice, her expression somber. "Alex and Charlie are with my John at the hotel…"

Danielle frowned, but said nothing, "I…I'm just so angry and upset that Emily would do this," Faith admitted shakily. "I didn't realize that she would actually help kidnap John to try and hurt him! I knew she had problems, but I never dreamed she'd do this. I'm so sorry…to all of you."

"Emily made her own choices," Danielle replied quietly. "You are not responsible for her anymore, Faith. She's an adult and she chose to make friends with McKeen…"

Faith sighed, but didn't look convinced, "You aren't responsible for what others choose to do," Danielle reiterated firmly. "We learned that when you took me to Jason Christopher's class…"

Nodding, Faith looked into the hospital room, "Is that Caira?" she asked quietly.

"Caira was shot in the foot and had surgery," Danielle replied quietly. "Her foster father is in Vegas looking after her brother and she's got nobody else, so I'm her power of attorney…"

Faith nodded, "It's like when you took in Tommy Lauren," she replied. "That's good of you."

Danielle sighed tiredly as the elevator opened and Jo came on to the floor, "Sergeant and Mrs. Boscorelli, hello," Jo spoke warmly. "I was wondering if Caira Jamison is out of surgery?"

"She is," Danielle replied softly. "Do you mind if I sit in while you talk to her?"

Jo shrugged, "You and Sergeant Boscorelli are both welcome to," she replied calmly.

As they were about to go into the hospital room, however, Jo's cell went off and she quickly answered it. Her determined expression suddenly morphed into a frown and she swore.

"What's wrong?" Bosco asked as Jo got off the phone. "You seem upset."

Jo sighed, "Two NYPD detectives were attacked and the person they were protecting was kidnapped," she spoke in a concerned voice. "One of the detectives saw who did it…"

"Maurice, go," Danielle replied in a firm voice. "They're going to need your help."

Bosco looked reluctant to leave, but finally nodded and followed Jo to the elevator. Danielle silently slipped inside Caira's hospital room and planted herself at the girl's bedside. A moment later, Faith joined her; she felt extremely guilty about what Emily had done and wanted to be there for the friends who had been affected by it.

Miami, Florida

It was as if Adria Caine-LaRusso herself had been there and had worked some magic beyond the grave. Not long after Danny and Flack had gone home, Robert had begun feeling his legs again.

The doctors assigned to Robert couldn't believe the sudden medical turnaround and had immediately sent him for tests to see what was happening. Nothing, however, could explain what was happening and it was discovered that his spine had also healed considerably. It wasn't perfect, but there was a chance he could begin walking rehab as soon as he was strong enough.

Throughout all of this, Robert had also wondered how his former partner and his family were doing with the attack on the diner in New York. He couldn't help but be very worried.

"Bobby?"

Robert turned his head slightly away from the window he had been looking out of, deep in thought about the Boscorelli family. He readjusted his chair and was surprised to see his uncle and his wife standing by the bed with Dr. Loman. Natalia immediately hugged him.

"Is it true?" Natalia whispered as she held him. "You're starting to feel your legs?"

Robert nodded and was rewarded with a deep, passionate kiss, "Mmm," he managed to say.

Dr. Loman cleared his throat, prompting them to stop kissing, "I'd like to test your legs and feet," he commented in an amused voice holding up an instrument. "Do you mind?"

Robert shrugged and responded affirmatively as his legs and feet were poked, "I feel the instrument itself, but no pain," he replied softly. "Will I ever get full feeling back?"

"It's still too soon to tell," Dr. Loman replied calmly. "However, this is progress."

Robert sighed, "That's one bit of good news," he replied. "Any word on John Boscorelli?"

"Not yet," Horatio replied quietly. "I know you care about them a great deal and I am keeping my ears open for information. All we know is that Jeffrey McKeen was involved…"

Robert looked uneasy, "Donnie and Danny mentioned Emily Yokas and Ivan Sarnoff, but I can't imagine why Emily Yokas would be involved in this," he replied. "She's just a kid…"

"I recall John telling me that Emily had written him rather steamy love letters via email," Horatio spoke in a concerned voice, thinking back to the time they had spent together in the old barn. "John, however, didn't seem to be interested because he was dating Caira Jamison…"

Natalia frowned, "Emily Yokas arranged for John to be kidnapped because he didn't want to be involved with her?" she asked in a disgusted voice. "She asked McKeen and Ivan..?"

"And Bosco mentioned in his last email to me that Emily married Derek Stokes, so I wouldn't be surprised if Derek was also involved," Robert spoke softly, sighing. "What a mess."

Horatio exhaled anxiously, the mere thought of Vegas triggering his anxiety enough that he needed to take a walk. He silently left the room and Robert and Natalia didn't say anything, as they knew that he was still very much recovering from the trauma that Vegas had been.

As Horatio reached the elevator, his hand went to the phone in his pocket and he found himself dialling the MDPD's Counseling Services. He needed to make an appointment with the department counsellor before he went to New York and now was as good a time as any.

His hands, however, touched fabric and Horatio realized that he had accidentally left his phone in the Hummer that was parked in the hospital parkade. Scoffing at his forgetfulness, Horatio took the elevator down to the main floor and began to cross the ER to get to the parkade, freezing in his tracks when he saw Ryan and Emily standing by the nurse's station, talking with each other.

"Ryan, Doctor Speedle, what are you doing here?" Horatio asked softly, approaching them.

Ryan and Emily exchanged a look and Ryan sighed, "There was a complication during my visit to Grissom's condo," he spoke quietly. "He passed out and we called an ambulance…"

"I take it you invited Emily to visit Grissom in case he was interested in counseling?" Horatio asked in a curious voice, his eyes narrowing. "What exactly did you find at the condo?"

Ryan looked concerned, "He quit the lab to focus more on Victims Assistance," he replied in a worried voice. "I'm wondering if he came here because he knows about me working, raising, Carlos, and the incident involving Jill Adams and those boys from the pilot program."

"James Scott and Darin Mitchell?" Horatio asked quietly. "Ryan, they're in the wind…"

Ryan nodded, "He passed out after I mentioned John Boscorelli being abducted," he replied.

"I think everything's hitting him all at once," Emily spoke softly. "He's going through a lot."

Horatio sighed as a nurse came out of a nearby exam room, "I wonder if Grissom's awake," Ryan murmured in a concerned voice. "Hey, um, I'm just going to check on him…"

As Ryan left, Horatio gave Emily a look, "Doctor Speedle, I was wondering if I could make an appointment," he spoke in a quiet voice. "It's a requirement before I go to New York…"

Manhattan, New York

A gaggle of cops were scattered through the ER, even more than when Carlos and Caira had been brought in. Mac had shuffled his people around so that they could work on both John's abduction and the attack on Flack, Angell, and Dr. Pride. The diner was now processed and so he had sent Lindsay and Hawkes back to the lab with that evidence and Danny was now at the hospital with him to talk to Flack. Flack had managed to get Angell to the hospital despite his own injuries.

Jo had checked in on the situation, but Bosco had asked her to keep an eye on Danielle and Caira for the time being so he could help with this new case. Jo had agreed to help him out that way.

Shaken and perfectly aware of all the chaos, Flack sat alone on a gurney in one of the exam rooms. He had been separated from Angell upon arriving at the ER and he was now alone, in extreme pain, and was wearing clothes covered in blood and dirt. He felt absolutely awful.

"Flack?"

Flack looked up from the mess that was his clothes and was surprised to see Mac, Danny, and an anxious looking nurse standing there, "Everything hurts," Flack spoke weakly.

Danny nodded and frowned as he saw a spot of blood growing on Flack's left shoulder, "Looks like you were shot," he observed in a concerned voice. "We gotta have a look at it…"

Flack shakily managed to remove his shirt, revealing colorful bruises, dirt, dried blood, and a bullet hole on his shoulder that was bleeding, "Looks like a through and through," Mac observed in a quiet voice. "You decided to move Angell and Dr. Pride to your place after we figured out McKeen and Ivan Sarnoff were behind the attack on the diner. What happened?"

"I took back roads and we were ambushed," Flack replied quietly. "By the group and they had Nick Stokes with them, but Emily Yokas wasn't there. She might still be with John Boscorelli."

Mac nodded, "Where's Doctor Pride?" he asked worriedly. "She wasn't with you."

"After Jess was shot, she and her stuff were taken by Ivan Sarnoff and McKeen," Flack replied, wincing as the nurse examined his wound with her gloved hands. "Ow, that really smarts…"

Mac nodded, "They probably needed a doctor for Nick Stokes," Flack replied, wincing.

"Lie down, please," the nurse spoke in a concerned voice. "You might have more injuries."

Flack obeyed, but Danny quickly noticed that his expression looked haunted and lost, "Flack, what is it?" Danny asked in a concerned voice, frowning. "You look…"

"I need to call for a doctor," the nurse interrupted. "Would you mind watching him?"

Mac nodded and the nurse hurried out, "I heard a couple nurses talking just before you arrived," Flack managed to say in a quiet voice. "They're not sure Angell is going to make it…"

Grief filled Flack's face and he closed his eyes, shaken by what had happened just a short time ago. Danny and Mac exchanged a look; they needed to know what had happened out there.

"Don, I know you're in pain, but we need to know what happened," Mac spoke in a quiet voice.

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