Short chapter for now. :) Thanks everybody who has commented on this story so far.

The room was darker than Angela remembered it being and colder. She shivered as she made her way to her father's beside where Uncle Jimmy waited for her. Next to him sat Aunt Erica who turned to Angela with a smile on her face. Behind them, Angela could easily make out her father who laid on his back hooked up to several machines. Two thick blankets covered his body so all she could see was his head and neck.

Trivette put his hand on her shoulder. "He's in a deep sleep right now, but doctor's will wake him up in a week."

Angela stepped up to her father to see a thick tube coming out of his neck. For some reason this scared her and she began to cry. Her once strong father looked so weak as he laid here fighting for his life. Will he ever get better? Will she hear his voice again?

Her mother gave her a gentle hug then kissed the top of her head. "This is so your father can heal faster. If doctor's didn't do this, he'll be fighting and making things worse."

"I hope Uncle Gage can find the men who did this to dad." Angela's hands tightened into fists. "They need to be in jail." She sniffled. "I want my dad back."

"Sweetie, dad will be okay." Her mother squeezed her shoulders which got Angela to pull away from her. "Angie…"

Angela shook her head. "Dad will never be the same!" Anger swelled inside her young heart as she looked at her father in the hospital bed. "I want to go."

"Okay, we'll go to the waiting room." Her mother patted Angela on the back. "Let's go sweetie."

As Angela escorted her daughter out of the room, Trivette leaned over and gave Erica a strong hug. Poor Angela having to deal with all of this at such a young age. He rubbed Erica's back then pulled away to get a look at his friend who was laying in the bed next to him. Walker's chest rose evenly as his body remained perfectly still. Though it was hard to see him like this, Trivette knew it was for the best.

"At least this is only for a week." Trivette took hold of Walker's right hand and gave it a good squeeze. "Should go home and see how little Marcus is doing."

Erica patted Trivette's hand. "He's doing okay, Jimmy." She turned as the door opened and in came Zeigler who was being pushed in a wheelchair by Bryant. "Hey there, Randall and Bryant. Do you want us to leave?"

Zeigler shook his head. "No, it's okay. How is he?"

"Doing good, considering. Doctor Nguyen told us this will help him heal a lot faster." Trivette smiled at his friend. "Good to see you up and moving."

"Yeah well, I still have restrictions." He patted Bryant's hand. "Why don't you take the twins and go to the mall? I'll be okay."

Bryant bent down and kissed his father on the forehead. "Don't push yourself too hard." He smiled at Trivette and Erica. "Watch him like a hawk."

Trivette chuckled. "That we will."

Once his son was out of the room Zeigler wheeled himself to Walker's bedside. "He saved my life and the life of Officer Porter." He shook his head. "I'm so sorry. If I didn't get myself caught, this would have never happened."

A knock came at the door and as everybody watched, Sergeant Samuel Porter came walking. Other than a black eye and some slight bruising on his face, one couldn't tell he was a brief hostage to several gang members. He gave everybody a slight nod, took out a small pad and wrote something on it.

Trivette went to the officer, shook his hand and gave him a smile. "You look really good."

Porter shrugged his shoulders as he showed Trivette what he wrote. "I was lucky. They were going to kill me last, after the Texas Ranger." He wrote something else down. "So we are the survivors?"

"Yes, you three are the lucky ones." Trivette's cell phone buzzed inside his coat pocket and he quickly excused himself to answer it. "Gage, what's up?"

He could hear his friend taking a deep breath. "We found Walker's badge and gun. We're matching it to the bullets pulled from the survivors and the deceased officers." He paused for a long time then cleared his throat. "We found video from that night."

Trivette glanced behind him at Walker then stepped out of the room. "Have you viewed it yet?"

"No, I'm about to do so." He could hear Gage talking to somebody near him. "Sorry about that. I'll let you know what I see."

Trivette shook his head. "Hang on, I want to see for myself. Let me tell Erica where I'm going and I'll be at Headquarters in about thirty minutes."

XXXX

It has been forty minutes since Gage had called Trivette and he was now starting to get impatient. He paced his office, or he should say Walker's as he nibbled at his thumbnail. What was taking his friend so long to get here? He checked his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time when he heard a slight cough at the door. As he turned he saw Agent Montgomery standing there with his arms crossed.

"We can't wait all night." He checked his own watch. "Let's go."

Gage slowly nodded his head. "Right." He grabbed his hat and headed to the door. "I'm hoping we get something useful off the video."

"Am I too late?" Trivette ran up to Gage and shook his head. "Traffic was horrible."

"No, we were just about to go check it out." Gage patted his friend on the shoulder. "I just hope we won't see anything too brutal."

Montgomery shook his head. "Don't count on that." He led the Rangers to a conference room just down the hall from the Captain's office. "According to Michael Johnson they filmed the killings of the SWAT officers and the shooting of Walker." He ushered the men in. "Manny, start the video."

Once inside the room Gage closed the door then made his way to the front where Trivette and the two agents already stood. On the television screen the image was mostly all static till a dark figure appeared. This figure was holding a black pistol, just like the ones issued to the Texas Rangers. The man had to be Raphael Martinez.

The camera panned over to show a man in a white t-shirt and combat pants. He was laying on the floor as several gang members began to punch, kick and spit on his body. The man screamed in pain which sent chills down Gage's spine. Then a voice to the left of the video camera made him stand to his feet. It sounded like Walker, but what was he saying?

Martinez broke the crowd up that was around the officer and held a small hand gun to Minton's head. The gun was not TDPS issued, that was good to know. But where did Martinez put the black pistol at?

"Make sure he sees this!" Shouted Martinez as he briefly glanced to his left.

The camera followed showing Walker kneeling with his hands secured behind his back. His friend's face was covered in blood and dirt, but Gage could clearly see the anger in Walker's eyes. Two men had taken hold of Walker's head so all the Ranger could do was look on as Martinez killed Lieutenant Jay Minton.

A shot happened off camera which changed Walker's expression to one of distress. Two more gun shots could be heard which made the Ranger pull and struggle against the men holding him. Walker yelled out as he was thrown to his back then violently beaten. Gage could see his friend trying to protect himself, but it seemed even Walker's body had enough.

After the beating Gage could see Walker lift his head then turn it towards Minton's body.

Walker was saying something, but his voice barely carried to the camera's microphone. It kind of sounded as though Walker was telling Minton to get up.

"So, Ranger how do you like the pain?" Martinez's voice broke the silence as he knelt next to Walker, obscuring any view the camera had of the Ranger's face. He could hear Walker grimace in pain after Martinez slapped him against the cheek. "You will die a slow and painful death."

Martinez quickly got to his feet and Gage could see a black pistol in his hands. He fired two shots into Walker's chest, who went wide-eyed in pain and shock. Martinez then tucked the weapon into his pants and turned to face the camera.

"Let's go! The other officers are waiting!"

Montgomery paused the video and shook his head. "Dammit! He killed the other two officers after shooting Walker. Why not kill Walker?"

Gage began to pace the front of the room. "Did Walker hear the other gun shots?" He turned to Trivette to see his friend had gotten slightly pail. "Montgomery, Manny take this to either your men or mine and get it cleaned up and analyzed."

Trivette shook his head. "I hope Walker didn't hear the other gunshots." He rubbed his face. "Unfortunately, we won't know till another week when he wakes up."