A knock at his door made Walker grumble since it tore him away from his physical therapy. He groaned as he went to see who it was, hoping it was either Gage or Trivette. However, as he peered out the front window he saw a police unit. He rolled his eyes then pulled the door open to see two officers standing on his front porch.

"Ranger Walker, we need to check your house." One of the officers made room for an FBI agent making his way onto the porch. "Please, allow us in."

The FBI agent flashed his badge. "Agent Love. We got a call saying there is six gangs wanting you dead. We're going to have somebody watch your wife, daughter and house." He stepped into the house and made a quick sweep with his eyes. "Who is that?"

Walker turned to see Kelly sitting on the sofa. "My physical therapist." He shook his head. "If you all need me, I'll be in the spare bedroom."

He headed back to finish his exercises which consisted of him passing a five pound medicine ball to Kelly. It was tiring work, but he had to get his strength back. As he walked into the room he picked up the ball from the bed. Even though it was just five pounds it felt much heavier than that. He turned to the door when Kelly walked in then gently tossed the ball to his therapist.

Kelly shook his head. "They want to freaking search my car." He handed the ball back to Walker. "Okay, lay down on the mat." Walker did so, resting the ball on his abdomen. "Let's try for five sit ups."

Walker gritted his teeth as he forced himself up with the ball. Thanks to the surgery to remove his kidney, his abdominal muscles were still rather weak. He could actually feel the muscles straining with each sit up he did. After he did five he fell onto his back, completely exhausted and not wanting to move anymore. Kelly patted his leg then stuck out his hand to help Walker up.

"You're doing good." Once Walker was sitting, Kelly went to get the oxygen tank which sat by the bed. "I know you don't like using this, but it will help you out."

Walker graciously excepted the oxygen mask knowing it will help out immensely with his breathing. Kelly brought the tank two weeks ago after Walker had over exerted himself during physical therapy. Now, it was mainly used for emergencies. However, all of that could change if he had pneumonia.

"Walker, it's Gage!" Cowboy boots echoed through the house. "I need to talk to you!"

"He's in the spare bedroom!" Kelly shouted as he put away the exercise mat.

Gage appeared in the doorway, his face showing his concern once he spotted Walker with the oxygen mask on. "Is everything okay?"

Walker nodded. "I'm doing good, don't worry."

His friend visibly relaxed. "Good. Listen, I need you to tell us everything about that night…" His voice faded off when Walker shook his head. "You know, this will look worse for you in court if you withhold information."

"Who said I'm withholding information." Walker slowly stood to his feet. "I told you everything that I know."

Gage rested his hands on his hips. "Not everything. Why is there a hit on your head?"

Walker was genuinely confused at his friend's question. "I don't know."

"Listen, I know it's hard to talk about that night, but we need you to go to the Company. Jesus Hernandez, Sergeant for the Gang Unit has several books he wants you to flip through." Gage shook his head, worry etched on his face. "I know you've seen other gang members besides Martinez." His shoulders slumped forward as his eyes softened. "I've seen the video."

It took a few seconds for Walker to register what his friend had just said and when it did he slumped onto the bed. Ever since he came home he was told about a video that Martinez had made of all the killings at the warehouse. It disturbed Walker knowing the deaths of three officers were documented for some gang's sick pleasure.

He took a deep breath then handed the oxygen mask back to Kelly. "All right, I'll go." His voice didn't hide his uneasiness and he quickly had to clear his throat. "I'll try and help you out, Gage." He shook his head. "But I'm not promising anything."

Two Hours Later

The office door had been locked to allow Walker and Gage more privacy as the former searched through several gang member books; books that listed by picture known gang members in the Metroplex. For the last hour Walker had been through three books and only spotted one gang member that he recognized. Gage could tell his friend was getting frustrated, but he had to keep pushing Walker no matter if he liked doing so or not.

Walker rubbed his face then picked up another book. "I told you, it was dark inside the warehouse, I barely saw any of the suspects' faces."

Gage could tell this hurt Walker emotionally and a part of him wanted to be his friend, but the other part wanted information. He rubbed his face then sat down in front of Walker to see his friends hands were visibly shaking. Worried, Gage slightly leaned forward to get a book that sat by itself. As he did this, he checked Walker's face to see beads of sweat on the man's brow.

"Hey, Walker. You going to be okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Walker pointed to a picture. "That man was there." His voice faded as his blue eyes lost all their color. He swallowed hard then began to rub the nape of his neck. "He was one of the…"

And in just seconds, Gage could see a different side of Walker never before seen by anybody. The man before him had the look of a lost child and all professionalism Gage had quickly went away. He got up then sat down next to Walker who didn't even budge as Gage began to rub his back. Gage's attention drifted to the picture to see a face all too familiar to him. It was one of the men he had seen clearly in the video.

"Walker…" Gage's voice showed his concern over his friend. "We can stop…"

"He couldn't do anything…None of them could do anything." Walker's voice was just a whisper. "I condemned them to death, all of them." He pointed to the picture once again. "He…he was…was the one that held Minton so Martinez can…" Walker shook his head then stood to his feet. "Take me back home, Gage."

Gage shook his head. "You need to do this, Walker." He tried to look into his friend's eyes, but Walker shifted his head. "Walker, you didn't condemn those men. You did what you had to do to save…"

Walker's hands tightened into fists. "I made the choice to stay." His voice was unlike one Gage has heard before. It held bitterness and sadness, which was uncommon for Walker. "I told them to relinquish their armor and weapons. If I didn't, they would still be alive."

"Don't say that. That isn't going to help your case."

"Gage, I deserve to be punished for what I did that night." Walker's voice shook. "Just take me home."

Gage got his cowboy hat from the coat rack then patted Walker on the shoulder. "Very well." He shook his head. "Listen, your court date is just a week a way. Remember that, Walker."

"What do you want me to do, Gage!" Walker stepped up to Gage, his blue eyes flashing with anger. "I've done everything I could do."

Anger swept through Gage's heart at Walker's reaction. "So, you rather have those young punks, who are the real suspects go free all because you feel guilty!" Walker tore his attention away from Gage once again getting him even more furious. "I can't believe you, Walker! What had happened to you?" Gage regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. "Walker…I'm…."

Sweat started to pop on Walker's brow. "You think it was easy…" He hands tightened into fists as he shook his head. He then pointed at the open book. "There's one of your main suspects. Just take me home."

"Fine." Gage waved at the door. "Let's get going."

Ever so slowly Walker made his way through the familiar halls till he reached the front door. Through the windows he saw several reporters crowding around the entrance. He heard Gage curse as he went to Walker's side.

"Hounds. Let's take the back exit."

Walker shook his head. "How did they know we were here?"

"I don't know, but I'll tan whoever's hide it is once I find out." Gage gently patted Walker's shoulder. "It's quite a walk. Will you be able to…"

This made Walker extremely angry. "Gage, I'm not paralyzed. I can handle myself…" He began to cough frustrating him even more. "Let's just go. I'll be fine."

Once they got to the back door, Walker was completely winded which really embarrassed him. Maybe he did have pneumonia which meant he may have to use oxygen. He let out a few coughs then leaned against the wall to steady himself. After several minutes he relaxed enough to get moving once again. However, his cell phone began to ring stopping him once again. When he checked the number, he let out an audible groan.

He pushed talk. "Doctor Nguyen, guess Kelly got hold of you."

"That he did. Got you in at three thirty. Just going to take x-rays." There was a long pause. "Listen, if I do see you have pneumonia I'm going to put you on oxygen treatment."

"I understand, thanks." He turned his phone off then checked his watch. "I gotta go to the hospital to see Nguyen to get my chest x-rayed."

Gage nodded. "Will do. You think you have pneumonia?"

"Everybody else does." Walker shook his head as he pushed the door open. "I think it's just my lungs haven't fully healed."

His words faded off as a wave of voices came rushing at him all at once. As he glanced around he saw several reporters wanting to talk to him. He quickly bowed his head as Gage led him through the throng of people till they finally reached his car. Here, a reporter ambushed them just as Walker opened the passenger side door to get inside.

"Why did you do it, Ranger Walker? Did you know you would make it out alive?" The reporter got frustrated as Walker closed the door on him. "Why won't you answer our questions? Are you feeling guilty for what you did?"

Gage cursed as he started his car. "Freaking vultures! I tell you, they just can't wait for the trial." He shook his head. "I had to get extra security for that day. Unfortunately, it's going to be a media zoo."

Walker stared out the window as Gage drove past a mob of photographers who were wanting a picture of them. He couldn't believe how badly the media wanted him to talk. Lucky for him, his number and residence was still rather private. He and Randall Zeigler have both lived relatively quiet lives since the riot, however Samuel Porter has not. It seemed the media had singled him out all because he was a police officer. The man's family will no longer even talk to Walker or Zeigler.

Once on the street, Gage accelerated till he got onto the highway. "Just wish they would leave you all alone."

"How is Zeigler taking all of this?"

"He has only gotten a few calls, the reporters have left him alone. For now at least." He merged onto the exit. "Let me take you to the hospital. I hope it isn't anything serious."

Walker nodded. "I hope not either." His hand went to his throat to feel the thin circular scar where the trach tube once sat. "If they didn't put the tube in my throat…"

"You might be dead." Gage shook his head. "Walker, it's only been a month since you left the hospital. Heck, you just got the wires removed from your jaw last week. Please, understand, Walker that you nearly died…."

Guilt washed over Walker once again and he tore his attention away from the window. He had lived, while the other men were brutally killed. Why did Martinez shoot him in the chest and not the head? Before Walker's mind he could still see Minton on the ground, unable to fight back as the men beat him. He even smelled the acrid smoke and blood that had filled the room and his mind tried very hard to stay with the present.

"Walker." A familiar voice cut through Walker's memories. "Stay with me."

"Sorry, Gage…" Walker shook his head to clear it. "Just thinking."

"Have you gone to see somebody…." His hands nervously wrung the steering wheel. "You know to help you handle…."

"No, I don't need help. I can handle it on my own." His voice was slightly bitter. "Just drop the subject."

Gage held his hands up in defense. "Fine, fine." He parked into an available space and turned his car off. "Do you want me to wait for you?"

Walker shrugged. "If you want to."

As his friend got out of the car, Gage lowered his head then rubbed his face. Ever since Walker had left the hospital he seemed more irritable and Gage worried about his friend's mental health. Walker had gone through something that would drive most men crazy with guilt. And Gage knew, his friend was suffering from post traumatic stress disorder, but refused to get any help for it.

He sighed heavily, got out of his car and was easily able to catch up with Walker who barely made it to the door. It hurt him to see Walker so weak and knew it will take a few months for his friend to get fully healthy. He patiently waited while Walker opened the door and made his way inside the building

"You really didn't have to come." Walker leaned against the wall, his face flush from the short walk. "The blasted office is two floors up and down the hall."

"I'll get a wheelchair for you."

"No, just need to catch my breath."

Gage shook his head. "I'm getting you a wheelchair, Walker."

He quickly left to go find one hoping his friend wouldn't attempt to move. But knowing Walker's stubborn pride he would be in the elevator by the time he found a stupid wheelchair. After several minutes he finally located one and headed back to where he left Walker. He was pleasantly surprised to see his friend sitting on one of the available benches, but it also worried him. Walker must not be feeling good for him to stay like this.

"Here ya go. Sorry it took me so long, they had them hidden." He parked the chair in front of Walker who slowly stood to sit on it. "You feeling okay?"

"Only reason I stayed is because you've never been here before and you may not be able to find your way." Walker snapped back.

Gage didn't like Walker's tone, but he bit his tongue as he pushed his friend into the elevator. Hopefully once things settle down, so will Walker's attitude. After they reached the second floor he pushed Walker down the hall till they reached Nguyen's office. Here, Walker got up from the chair and patted Gage's shoulder.

"I'm going in alone. Thanks."

"Sit back down, there is a waiting room inside." Walker huffed then sat back down. "I took some time off today to help you."

"You didn't need to do…." Walker turned back to look at Gage and shook his head. "You're protecting me, aren't you?"

Gage sighed heavily then nodded his head. "Yes, I am." Walker tried to get up, but Gage forced him back down. "Listen, there is six gangs after you…."

Walker waved his hand at him. "I know, I know. Just wish you told me."

"And if I did you wouldn't let me hang out with you." Gage locked the brakes on the wheelchair and patted Walker's shoulder. "Let me know how it goes."

After his friend went inside the doctor's office, Gage made himself comfortable in the waiting room. He may be here for some time and he now regretted not bringing a book. He took out his cell phone, pulled up Tetris and started to play the puzzle game.

The door to the waiting room opened and on instinct Gage turned to see who it was. When he did, the glint of a hand gun made him get up and grab his own.