Maggie waited just long enough to make sure her husband and son were going to be alright before stepping outside the hospital. Looking around, she saw neither Stockwell's able or Trigorin himself. She bypassed the car Trigorin had left them to make their getaway in, incase it had a homing device on it, choosing instead to take a cab back to the lodge. She only hoped it wasn't to late to try to make amends for what she'd done.

Father Magill finished his last prayer before he looked over to where Face was seated next to his father, rosary in hand, he had his eyes closed and the priest knew he was silently reciting the rosary.

"I'm sorry you're in pain, my son," the elderly man said putting a hand on Face's shoulder. "Were you and your father able to make amends with one another?"

"Some what, Father," Face replied sadly while he fingered the beads. "We didn't talk as much as we should have and that's my fault. I should have given him the chance when I had it and now, it's to late."

Hannibal was surprised to see a cab pull up outside and Maggie get out. Opening the front door, his eyes made contact with hers as she hurriedly entered the lodge. "Where have you been?" he demanded as Maggie brushed past him.

"I'll explain in a minute," she said rushing toward the stairs.

Hannibal exploded in a rage and grabbed her arm before she got halfway up the staircase. "You'll tell me now, MO!"

"If you want to save Stockwell's life, you'll let go of me, John!"

"What are you talking about," Hannibal said releasing her arm. "Stockwell's dead! And, you obviously had something to do with it!"

"It's not what you think," Maggie replied before continuing up the stairs. Seeing Murdock coming toward her at the commotion in the hallway, Maggie turned back to Hannibal. "It's about the CIA's covert operations, Murdock can tell you!"

Hannibal looked at the Captain who meet Maggie's eyes. "I thought we agreed..."

"I can't hide it anymore," Maggie said defensively. "I used the neurotoxin on Stockwell!"

"She's right, Colonel," Murdock said firmly. "Shes the only one that can help him now!"

"Alright," Hannibal said against his better judgement. "But, I expect some answers as soon as your done!"

Bursting into Stockwell's room, Maggie saw Father Magill trying to comfort an obviously bereaved Face which she knew was her fault. If this didn't work, she thought, how could she face any of them but most especially, Face. "Murdock," Maggie barked pointing toward the closet. "You'll find a portable oxygen concentrator, a crash cart and my medical bag inside!"

"Got it!" he said opening the door and pulling out the necessary medical equipment as Maggie moved to Stockwell's side and ripped open his shirt. Murdock raced over with her medical bag which she opened and pulled out a stethoscope, blood pressure cuff and syringe kit.

"What are you doing?" Face asked looking as lost as Hannibal did.

"Hopefully, saving his life!" Maggie said looking up from listening to Stockwell's chest. "Listen," she ordered as Face allowed her to put the stethoscope into his ears. At first, he heard nothing and then out of the blue, one solid heartbeat.

"He's alive!" Face said pulling the device from his ears. "I don't understand! Who did this?"

"I did," Maggie explained while she readied a syringe. "It's a strong neurotoxin that I helped develop years ago but, I'm trying to reverse it now."

Face grabbed her wrist before she could use the syringe. "How do I know you're telling the truth, Doc?" he said looking into her eyes. "Maybe, you came back to finish the job!"

"Have I ever asked you to trust me?" Maggie said meeting his eyes when he shook his head no. "I'm asking you now. Please, trust me!"

Face released his grip on her wrist when Murdock brought over the oxygen and crash cart. "She knows what she's doing," he said with a nod toward Maggie. "I know because she did the same thing to me!" Hannibal and Face exchanged glances before Murdock looked up to find them both staring at him. "It was during my CIA days, it's not something we were ever supposed to share."

Face turned back to watch in shock as Maggie suddenly plunged the syringe directly into Stockwell's chest just over his heart. Emptying the contents into the General, the doctor pulled out the empty syringe before hooking up a heart monitor and slipping the oxygen mask over his face. "Now we wait," Maggie said watching the monitor and praying she wasn't to late.

"Why, Doc?" Face said as the shock of the past few moments started to wear off.

Carla and Ellen suddenly showed up at Stockwell's door as the heart monitor's beeping started to noticeably increase. "That's it," Maggie said increasing the oxygen level. "The adrenaline seems to be working."

"Daddy's alive?" Carla said as Face nodded.

"Apparently, Maggie's got some explaining to do," he said slightly harsh as the doctor ignored the comment to apply pressure along Stockwell's body.

"What are you doing?" Ellen asked as Maggie looked up.

"I have to get the blood in his body moving to work out the toxin," she said evenly. "We'll know in a few hours if this is going to work or not."

"And, if it don't?" Face asked as Maggie sighed.

"He'll remain comatose and eventually his organs will shut down and he'll die anyway," Maggie replied softly. "Trigorin had my family, Face. The only way he would release them is if I agreed to kill the General."

"Your family?" Hannibal said stepping forward.

"Hannibal," BA said stepping into the room. "There's a man and a kid at the door looking for Maggie."

"My husband, Tom and my son Ian," Maggie said meeting his eyes. "I'm still married, John. That's why, I never wanted to discuss our relationship. There were questions, I couldn't answer. I'm sorry."

"Let them in, BA," Hannibal said never taking his eyes off Maggie. "Doctor Sullivan will be packing and leaving with them!"