And (Intermission)

After spending all day dealing with the aftermath of the shooting, enduring what felt like an eight-year subway ride, and waiting for takeout at a restaurant staffed by sloths, Jamie rushes into the hospital only to abruptly stop as he crosses the threshold of Eddie's hospital room. He pauses there against the doorframe for a moment, just watching as Eddie shifts in bed and groans at the TV, and he takes a deep breath for the first time all day.

"What's wrong, Janko? You look like you got shot or something."

She glances up and the smile that melts across her face dissolves the tightly wound knot in his stomach in seconds.

"Yankees are losing," she complains.

"You could always switch to the Mets," Jamie suggests, inviting himself into the room.

"Fuck off, Reagan," she scoffs.

Chuckling, he sets the bag of Chinese food on her overbed table and plops into the chair next to her. "Figured you'd need a snack," he tells her. "Oh, and here's this. You left it in the car."

She stops pulling boxes from the food bag when he sets her cell phone next to her so she can scroll through her notifications. "Didn't you ask me a couple weeks ago if I could go a full day without looking at my phone? Well there's your answer."

"Extenuating circumstances. Doesn't count since your phone wasn't with you." He finishes unpacking their meal and drops the fortune cookies in front of Eddie. "These are yours."

"I'm pretty sure it counts."

"I'll allow it," Jamie decides. "But only because you got shot."

"I don't want your pity. I just want your orange chicken. Give me that."

A small laugh escapes him as he passes her the container. "How're you feeling, by the way?"

"Ugh. Starving."

"I meant-"

"I know what you meant. I'm okay. A little sore."

"They got you on anything good?" Jamie asks.

"Tylenol. Because it's not a big deal and there's no reason for me to be stuck here overnight. I'm fine."

"Why are they making you stay then?"

"Observation, I guess. Whatever that means. The CT scan of my stomach was negative for internal bleeding but I might have a concussion from falling down the stairs."

"Damn," he murmurs. He hadn't even thought about any extra injuries from her fall. "It's probably good for you to stay then."

"It would probably be good for me to be home in my own bed where I could actually rest. There's been people in and out of here all day."

"Cops?" Jamie asks. The idea that others - beat cops on break, probably - have been by to see her while he was stuck at the precinct irritates him but he tries to swallow that down.

"Cops, nurses - your dad. That was a little weird, not gonna lie."

Jamie reaches across the table to steal a piece of orange chicken for himself. "The commissioner follows up with everyone who gets injured on the job."

"Yeah, but I'm barely even hurt. And he's your dad."

"And he's the PC. Nothing weird about that."

Eddie swats his hand away as he reaches for more food from her box. "Keep your chopsticks to yourself! I know, it was just - kind of awkward. He was nice though. He said I can move anywhere I want after all this."

The casual way she says it feels like a gut punch and his chest collapses, forcing the air out of his lungs before he can stop it. "Uh - pretty standard after something like this," he manages. "What'd you say? You going to leave me and go after your gold shield?"

"Please. I couldn't. You wouldn't make it one tour without me."

"I did today," he points out.

"Doesn't count. Extenuating circumstances," she teases. "I'm in the hospital. And it took you all fucking day to get here."

"You think I didn't try to make it sooner? I had so much paperwork, jackass detectives to talk to - all I wanted was to get here and make sure you're okay, since someone went and took a bullet and didn't even have a phone-"

"Okay, alright, it counts," Eddie says. "But yeah, you don't have to worry. I'm not going anywhere. Twelve-David for life."

"For life?" Jamie echoes. "Are you ever going to try for detective?"

She shrugs and he doesn't miss the way she winces a little and adjusts against the head of the bed. "I don't know, maybe someday."

"I thought that's always been your goal."

"I mean, it is. But I like how things are right now. There's no rush."

"Maybe you're the one who can't handle a tour without me," he jokes.

"Yeah, you wish."

"It's the only logical reason you'd pass up a free promotion."

She shakes her head at him but she can't hold in a restrained laugh. "It's definitely not because I'd rather earn it on merit instead of showing up somewhere new and being that girl who got shot. Or because saving it now gives me a card to play later. Nope, it's all because of you."

"I am a pretty good partner," he muses, glancing around the room. "Who are all these losers who brought you flowers? I give you what you want - food. Oh, and all your stuff from your locker. Here."

He picks up her purse and his small black duffel, which he used to carry her street clothes from the precinct. In Eddie's rush to eat he forgot to hand them over.

"You're alright," she says, tossing both bags down to the foot of her bed.

"Just alright?"

"A good partner would go talk the nurse into a few more Jello cups. The hospital food is shit but green Jello-"

"If you start talking about mouthfeel or some bullshit…"

"It's a thing!" Eddie laughs, bracing one hand against her stomach.

"You okay?" Jamie asks.

"I will be," she coughs. "When you get me some Jello."

Jamie shakes his head in feigned dismay. "I'll never be good enough for you, Janko…"

Eddie just snickers as he gets up to find a nurse.

By the time he returns with three Jello cups Eddie has moved on to the fortune cookies she passed up earlier.

"Any good ones?" He asks.

"Ugh, no." She finishes sending a text and then picks up two of the slips to read. "'Failure is not defeat until you stop trying'-"

"Between the sheets," Jamie interrupts.

"Seriously? We're doing that?" Eddie groans. "And 'You are very talented in many ways.' Between the sheets! Ha! Beat you to it."

Jamie cracks up and snatches the paper from her fingers. "Yeah, I think this one was meant to be mine."

"It says you're talented, not you have a huge ego-"

"Who's got a huge ego? Harvard? Yeah, sounds about right," Renzulli says. "Hey, you two."

"Sarge, hi. Lieutenant."

Renzulli and Lieutenant Hyde step all the way into the room. "Officer Janko. Doing alright?" Hyde asks.

"Okay, yeah."

"Good, good to hear."

"Well, ah," Jamie starts. "I guess I should be getting home. But I'll come by in the morning, Eddie, drive you home when they let you out."

"Sure. Yeah," she says distractedly. "Thanks for bringing dinner. Here, take this."

Jamie easily catches the wrapped fortune cookie she tosses across the room. "No problem. Get some rest, okay? See you tomorrow."