Carlton tapped his foot anxiously against the waiting room floor, waiting to here news about his partner. He held gift wrapped box in his hands. Carlton had been planing to give it to O'Hara as a Christmas present, but now it could double as a get-well present. That is if she, you know... got well. Lassiter gulped; he couldn't bear to think about it. He loved O'Hara like a sister. (Not otherwise, that would be gross.) When she'd first came to Santa Barbara, Carlton had thought of her as a little girl who was way too nice to be a detective. Then he'd watched O'Hara turn into a strong woman who wasn't afraid to shoot anyone who crossed her. Carlton bit his lip. He needed his sister of the soul to be okay. Just then a familiar voice interrupted Carlton's thoughts.

"Lassie, any news on Jules?" Spencer rushed into the waiting room, followed by Guster and three boys Carlton vaguely recognized.

"Not yet." He shook his head as he studied the boys a little more. Now he remembered where he'd seen them; these were Juliet's nephews, who Carlton had met a few years ago. O'Hara had mentioned they were coming for Christmas. But if Spencer was with the nephew's, did that mean that he was staying at O'Hara's? And did that mean that they were...

Spencer, who had in turn been studying Carlton, spoke before the detective could finish his thought. "Gus and I met up with Juliet's nephew's in the hallway." He said a little too quickly. Carlton was about to open his mouth to speak, when a doctor walked in.

"Family of Juliet O'Hara?" she asked.

Spencer shot up before anyone could react. "Doctor, is she gonna be okay? Jules is okay right?" he asked, almost hysterical. "She's gotta be okay!"

Guster put his hands on his best friend's shoulder as the doctor spoke.

"Luckily we were able to put in a chest tube before any permanent damage was caused due to the tension pneumothorax. Also, it looks like the mouth to mouth detective Lassiter gave miss O'Hara at the scene may have save her life. It looks like she's gonna pull through. You should feel proud." She said to Carlton.

He did indeed feel his chest fill with pride, but Spencer ruined the moment.

"You kissed Jules?" He asked incredulously.

"It was CPR Spencer."

"Yeah, but eew."

"Hey, kissing my partner isn't exactly on my top ten list of things to do either, but don't forget I saved her life." Carlton snapped.

Spencer scoffed and turned to the doctor. "Can we see her?"

"Yes, but she's unconscious."

"Let's go then."

O'Hara wasn't looking great. Her right leg was in a cast, she had an oxygen tube under her nose, and there was a chest tube and a few other tubes and wires sticking out from under her robe. Juliet also had a small bandage on her forehead where Carlton remembered a piece of shrapnel had hit her. She had fallen down while everyone else ran out as the roof collapsed. Carlton shook away the memory as he watched Spencer walk to O'Hara's side, her nephews in tow.

"Oh man, Jules..." Shawn sank down in the chair next to her bed.

For a moment everyone was speechless. Carlton cleared his throat. He wanted to stay, but he had never been good in intimate situations, and what use was there talking to an unconscious woman? Besides, their suspect, Max Sterling had gotten away while they were pulling the junior detective out of the rubble. Carlton had police work to do. "I'm gonna go back to the station," he said, "call me when O'Hara wakes up." And with that he put his Christmas/get-well present down and left.