Oh there is way more than just two chapters. I have 5 more after this one...it's the end that I'm stuck on...or maybe last one, I don't know. Point is, I'm hoping that by posting what I have there will be enough pressure on me to finish this story. Right now it's like pulling teeth, only one f-ing word is coming at a time...uhg. So it's not quite writer's block. Anywho..on with the story, and I hope all your questions get answered as we go...

Shot Me Down

Gillian woke. She heard voices. Familiar voices. A young man was talking, Loker. "They want you to help find out who did this." He was saying.

"I don't give a rat's ass." The other voice replied. Cal. She'd know his voice anywhere. "I'm not leaving." Why was he not leaving? Where was he supposed to be? She tried to ask but the world became fuzzy and the voices slipped away.

Beeping brought her to semi-consciousness. No, it wasn't the beeping. Something was stroking her forehead. She tried to open her eyes to see but she was still soooooo sleepy.

Gillian opened her eyes. She blinked at the speckled tile ceiling. Her mouth curved down in a frown. "You're in the hospital, Love." She turned her head to the sound of the voice and found Cal's face looking down at her. And he was really close. She reached up to touch his face to make sure he was as close as he looked but pain hit her and she gasped, the air rushing out of her lungs suddenly. "Try not to move, Gill." He said and she nodded, her eyes closed as she panted against the pain.

"Wha- " She breathed, then swallowed and tried again. "What, ha- happened?" Something was stroking her forehead again and she opened her eyes to see Cal searching her face. His arm was up over her head, his hand was dangling over her forehead and his fingers were gently rubbing her skin. She realized he was lying on her left side in the bed next to her as she began to feel the rest of her body and his warm weight against her.

"Some bloody tosser shot up the coffee shop and the bullet hit you." He answered. His face was completely unguarded and she could clearly see the fear, anger and contempt in his features.

She tried to reach up with her left arm and was relieved when it obeyed and didn't hurt. She reached up between them and cupped his face. The stubble on his cheeks and chin was rough to the touch and it was somehow comforting to her. She realized she'd shut her eyes as she continued to stroke his face and opened them to meet his eyes.

The contempt and anger were gone, replaced with concern and something she only ever remember seeing when he looked at Emily. It warmed her heart and she felt the tears fall down her cheeks before she even knew she was crying. She remembered Cal crying, then. He'd been crying for her. "Shhh, Gill, it's all right." He said soothing her, kissing her head. She nodded and she wanted to keep talking but sleep was edging up on her quickly. "Sleep, Love, I'll be here. I'm not going anywhere." She couldn't even stay awake long enough to nod.

When Gillian woke this time she knew something was different before she even opened her eyes. The comfortable weight and warmth was gone from her side. She opened her eyes, fear surging through her suddenly thinking that Cal had been taken from her, that he had never been there in the first place.

"Gillian, hey." Emily moved into Gillian's line of sight and sat carefully on the edge of the bed. "Dad'll be right back, he went to get something to eat." Gillian nodded, relieved and not at all surprised Emily had understood her panic. She reached for the controls and tried to sit up.

After far too long Gillian had the bed raised and was in a sitting position. Emily leaned forward and repositioned the hospital gown that had started to fall from the movements. Emily's bright eyes were red rimmed and shiny as she tried not to stare at the pink tinged bandage on Gillian's shoulder. "When Dad called and told me, I was so scared you'd…" She let her voice trail off, obviously terrified of finishing the thought. "Then I saw him and he was covered in blood." Gillian let the girl speak without interruption, she knew Emily needed to say what was going on in her head. It was her way of dealing. Gillian took the time to busy herself with getting a glass of water from the side table.

After a long silence Emily lowered her head, finding something on the bedspread interesting. "I wouldn't have just lost you." Gillian didn't have to ask what Emily meant by that.

"I'm sorry." Gillian said even though they both knew there was nothing for her to be sorry about, it wasn't her fault. It wasn't anyone's fault. It's just the way it was. She reached out and carefully pulled Emily into a hug with her good arm.

Emily pulled back with a sad, but grateful smile. "I've never seen my Dad cry before." She replied and they both let the sentence hang in the air, nothing to be said about it.

Cal came back then. His eyes went between them, quickly reading them before taking up residence in the chair next to the bed. "Why all the long faces?" He asked unwrapping the sandwich and taking a large bite to cover his false bravado. "Not polite to talk about someone behind their backs." He replied with a full mouth.

Not wanting to get into it Gillian pointed at her shoulder. "What happened?" Cal cast a glance at Emily, not wanting to talk about it in front of her but Emily rolled her eyes. Deciding to go ahead, he leaned forward and finished the bite he had just taken.

"Wallowski said the bullet ricocheted off the metal counter and went in through your back and out your shoulder. Missed the important bits but there was a lot of blood. Had to do a transfusion." His eyes shadowed over then and she remembered the tiny blood drops on his lips. Her blood that had sprayed on his face.

She swallowed hard. "Have they caught the shooter?" She asked because she couldn't think of anything else to say. "Do they know what he wanted?" She caught the muscle in his jaw flex. She wondered if his anger was at the shooter or something else.

"Plenty of eyewitnesses, only a matter of time." He picked up his sandwich again.

"Why aren't you out helping?" She didn't sound accusing even though her words would have suggested so. She didn't worry about him misinterpreting her. She wanted to know why he was going out of his character and not inserting himself into the investigation.

"Can you give us a minute, hey Em?" He said looking Gillian in the eyes. She expected his daughter to argue but she must have sensed something from him and nodded, giving Gillian's hand a quick squeeze before leaving. Cal sucked the sandwich bits out of his teeth, as he waited until Emily closed the door behind her before continuing. "I think you know the answer to that, Love."

At first she didn't get his meaning. Truly, she didn't understand why he wasn't out raising hell because one of his friends had been shot. Then she realized she'd answered her own question. She wasn't just his friend. She might have been before she'd been shot. Recognizing the look on his face when he was looking at his daughter, and seeing it on his face directed at her now confirmed it. She wasn't just a friend any more. She was much more than that now. And if she looked at her own feelings she would see he was more than that to her now too. "Now you're gettin' it." He said and she opened her mouth to say something, ask something but the door opened and a woman came in wearing a white coat over rose coloured scrubs with a clip board in her arms.

"Good, you're awake." The woman smiled warmly, oblivious to what she had just interrupted. "How are you feeling? Are you hungry?"

Gillian shook her head. She wanted to tell the woman to get lost so she could get back to Cal but the doctor wouldn't let her get a word in edge wise other than quick answers to the medical questions.

Cal excused himself when the doctor started to check the bandages. Gillian wanted to ask him to stay but he was gone before she could. "How's the pain on a one to 10 scale?" Gillian had her eyes closed tightly against the pain while had been an uncomfortable ache until the doctor had her lean forward so she could check the entry wound in her back.

"Uh, 3, if I'm not moving." She answered even though it was more like a 7 at the moment. The doctor wrote down her answer and nodded.

"Good, everything looks good." She patted Gillian on the leg.

"When can I leave?" The question surprised the doctor but she smiled.

"We'll get you out of here as soon as possible. We'll also have to set you up with a physiotherapist to make sure there wasn't any lasting damage done to your shoulder." Classic deflection. Gillian smiled and yawned suddenly. "Get some rest now." Gillian nodded and pushed the button to lower the bed.

AN: Not sure how long she would have to be in the hospital, on cop shows the cop is usualy out right away but I'm thinking with the blood transfusion, take an hour or so(?) Dunno, my neice had one once but it was sooo long ago now that I don't remember much about it...and neither does she, I asked.