"Hey, Rog." Martin said. His voice was quiet. His stomach was still hurting as it was only day 2 of the injury.

"How's it going?" Roger asked.

"I'm ready to get back to work, if that's what you're asking." Martin answered. He started to sit up. He was wincing but trying, still. He was looking around the room for his clothes.

"No way, man. You're not back to work until that wound turns into a scar." Murtaugh said before he felt a tap on the back.

"You talking to him about the case? He's not supposed to be back to work for a little while longer." Captain Avery said. Martin rolled his eyes and continued trying to get up before Roger pushed him back.

"Come on, Rog. You don't wanna be out in the field with this guy, do you?" Riggs insisted. Roger laughed sarcastically.

"You do realize he was my partner before his promotion, don't you?" Roger asked, rhetorically.

"Don't worry, Riggs. I got this. I may be a little rusty but I think I've still got it." Avery said, all proud of himself. Riggs was a little bit jealous. Some of it was the fact that for the first time since Miranda's death, he really felt like he could trust someone whole-heartedly. He got territorial like a pit bull, as he began to foolishly think that it could be taken away.

Roger and Avery finished their short conversation and started to leave. When the captain got outside the door, Roger quickly handed Riggs a file from the case.

"Something to still let you help. Keep you busy." Roger said. "Boredom's a bitch." He laughed ever-so-slightly and left the room, following his temporary partner.

"Thanks Rog." Riggs said quietly to himself.

***(Location: Hospital)

Riggs continued to look through the file. He was grumpy about his situation but he wanted to help his partner so he read the whole thing. Every word. Twice.

I can't just read this thing over and over and over. He thought. He then realized something. He flipped, quickly, through the file and got to a page containing a picture of a suspect he'd run into in Texas. Cop killer!

Riggs got up as fast as he could, grabbing his clothes that he had seen when Roger and Avery were in the room. He snatched the pain killers off of the table near the door. After he took some, he put on his tight gray shirt, bullet-shot jacket and gray pants. He tucked one pant leg into one boot and not the other.

He ran in a dead sprint towards the hospital doors and got into his truck that Roger had, dumb enough, brought. Rog, you had to know this was a bad idea. Just giving me a way out? He thought. He cranked the key he felt from the top of the sun visor. He spun the tires, pedal to the metal. He called Bailey.

"Yeah? Riggs?" She asked.

"Where's Murtaugh?!" He screamed into the phone.

"Why? Wha-what's wrong?" She asked, frantically.

"Listen to me, Bailey, he's going to a trap! Where is he?!" Riggs was growing impatient.

"He's back at the original crime scene. The one where you got hurt." Martin immediately hung up and continued on running red lights at the maximum speed his pickup had.

***(Location: UNKNOWN)

"Where is he?" Roger heard through the black bag. He and Avery were tied to chairs.

"Where's who?" Avery asked.

"You know who I mean." The voice insisted. The bags were ripped off of their heads.

"Terrance Guillermo. Cop killer. I wish I could say it was nice to finally make your acquaintance." Avery snipped.

"Ah. Captain Avery of the LAPD. I knew my men would make me proud some day." Terrance said.

"Who are you looking for? I think I can speak for the captain when I say that we don't know anyone that you should be interested in." Roger piped up. Terrance turned to Roger and laughed.

"You do." Guillermo said. Roger raised his eyebrows with a slight frown. "Your amigo, Martin Riggs." The eyebrows dropped and there was a full-on frown.

"I don't know who you're talking about. I think you've got the wrong people." Roger tried.

"You would lie to me?" Terrance was growing impatient. He cut Murtaugh out of his restraints and pushed him against the wall, choking him. Suddenly, he was able to breathe again and his attacker fell to the ground, dead.

"What was that?" Roger asked.

"You really thought I'd just sit in that bed and let you get yourself killed? I made Trish a promise, man." Both captives looked towards the laughed. Roger ran over to Avery and untied him.

"IA won't be a problem with this one." The captain said. "Not that you've ever needed to worry about them."

Riggs smirked as he collapsed. He grabbed his stomach and looked to the hole in the ceiling. It was night. There were barely any stars out. He had a flashback to when he and Miranda would look at the stars on their back porch.

"Riggs!" Roger yelled.

"Rog. Thanks for bringing my truck to the hospital." They laughed. The captain made his way over after losing Terrance's men.

"Let's get you back to the hospital." Avery said.

"Yes. Let's go back to that infernal Hell-hole." Riggs retorted. "Sure."

They got in the car with Avery driving, and Roger in the back with Riggs. Blood started to seep through the shirt. Martin lifted it up to see that the bandage wasn't holding out like he would have liked.

"Faster, Captain." Roger said, stern. Avery looked back to see what was happening and he stepped on it. Pedal to the metal, right?

"Deja vu." Roger laughed.

"Is it?" Riggs asked, his eyes fluttering open. He turned his head over to Roger.

"Good song. Fitting for how you just barely made it. Again." Murtaugh said, looking up to the speaker in the ceiling quietly playing Hallelujah. The Pentatonix cover.

"Miranda loved them." Riggs said. Roger's eyes widened. He got up.

"You want anything from the cafeteria? Some coon-pie?" He tried to make his partner laugh. He was successful.

"Water. Whatever food they got's fine." You could hear his stomach rumbling from across the room. Trish walked in the room and sat where Roger was after giving both of them a small kiss on the cheek.

"She's going to make sure you're okay for now." Murtaugh said as he was walking out. When he was long gone, down the hall, Trish sat up in the chair.

"You promised me you'd bring him home to me. You said you'd do your best." She sat back. "You did that. You nearly killed yourself but you fulfilled your promise. Thank you." She looked over to him. He smiled as he started to close his eyes.

"I won't let this happen to you." He said, his eyes now fully closed.

"This?" She asked before she realized.

"Me. What I am." He answered before falling asleep.

"I..." Trish said before seeing he was asleep. Roger walked in the door.

"Oh." He whispered. He set the food down while looking up at Trish, crying. He walked across the room and she got up and squeezed him as hard as she could.

"He's a good man. He doesn't deserve this." She whispered as the tears streamed down her face. "Why did this happen to him? He loved her so much, baby." Roger was now crying.

"I know." He said.

"He needs us. We have to be there for him, Roger." Trish said. They both looked over at the peaceful, sleeping Riggs.

.-=End=-.