Chapter 5

The sound of squeaky wheels rolling into the room woke Nicole up. The nurse smiled and pulled a try over to Nicole, "Breakfast is ready, Miss Green."

Nicole smiled groggily, and looked at the nurse, "Thanks." She said. The nurse smiled and left the room. Nicole looked at the food. It looked like baby food. Disgusted she pushed the try away.

"You know you shouldn't waste food like that," a voice said to her from the doorway.

She looked up, "How can you call that food, John? My uncle made better food, pissed on moonshine."

Munch laughed and walked over to the tray. He looked down at the food. "Yeah, you're right. I've seen more appetizing things at the bottom of dumpsters."

Nicole laughed, "Food from a dumpster, sound yummier then this. I can't see how they expect people to eat this."

"Yeah, I know. They want you to get better but they give you slop that's sure to give you food poisoning."

She looked at him, "That's why I ain't eating it. I don't think eggs are supposed to look like that."

"What? You mean like they were pre-chewed?" he asked

She frowned, "I don't wanna know what the cook looks like…"

"I don't wanna know what the kitchen looks like." he said laughing.

She laughed, "I think the food here shouldn't be taken internally."

"How about I run out and get you something edible?" Munch offered.

"You wouldn't mind, would ya?"

"Not at all. What are you in the mood for?"

"Anything that I doesn't looked pre-chewed."

"Right. I'll go to the deli on the corner. They make great sandwiches."

She smiled, "Thank-you."

"It's nothing. I'll be back in a jiffy," he said smiling back.

/Chung Chung/

Munch was waiting for the elevator when Fin caught up him. "Hey, John, where are you going?"

"Out pick Nicole up something edible to eat."

"Yeah, I was just about to do the same thing for Jamie. Can you believe what they call food in this joint?"

"I know. The kitchen should be condemned." Munch said as the elevator arrived.

They rode down in the elevator together. "Where you getting the food?" Fin asked.

"Gonna pick up a couple of sandwiches from the deli on the corner. How about you?"

"Jamie doesn't eat breakfast. I'm gonna pick her up some cheeseburgers. She loves them."

"Can I ask you something, Fin?" Munch asked.

"What's up?"

"What exactly is your relationship with Jamie? I mean it seems more personal than professional."

"It is more personal, John. I care about Jamie."

"I don't think care is the word I would use. From what I saw today, I'd say you're in love with her."

"You know, I could say the same about you and Nicole." Fin said just as the elevator's doors opened. Fin stepped out and left Munch standing in the elevator with his mouth hanging open.

/Chung Chung/

Elliot and Olivia were standing out side the door to interrogation. They had Samson in the interrogation room. She turned to Elliot, "Remember don't rip his head off."

"He's lucky I didn't do that already." Elliot said opening the door.

Olivia took a breath and followed Elliot into the room, "Mr. Samson, you understand why you're here right?" she asked.

Samson looked at Olivia and didn't answer. "Hey, asshole, you shot a cop. That's a serious charge." Elliot said getting into his face.

"I didn't mean to." Samson answered, quietly, "I didn't mean to hurt them, any of them."

"Any of them?" Olivia asked. "You mean your daughter Rachel?"

Samson shook his head, "This was never supposed to happen. Not like this."

"You pointed a gun at a cop and you pulled the trigger. You telling me that was an accident?" Elliot said still in his face.

Samson wasn't sure how to answer, "This wasn't supposed to happen."

Elliot lunged across the table and grabbed Samson. He pulled him out of the chair and slammed him against the wall. "Listen, you asshole, your daughter's in the hospital because somebody raped her. You telling me you had nothing to do with that."

"I don't know," Samson said not fighting Elliot, "I don't remember."

Elliot was getting very annoyed with Samson. At that moment Elliot had actually lifted Samson off the floor and was screaming at him. "You son of a bitch, you raped your daughter and you shot a cop. You're going down you piece of garbage."

"What are you after?" Samson asked, "A signed confession?"

"We don't need a confession for the cop shooting. We already know you did that." Olivia stated. "Tell us what happened with your daughter."

Samson sighed, "If he lets me down."

Olivia walked over to Elliot and Samson. "Elliot let him go." Elliot looked at Olivia and then back at Samson. Reluctantly he let him drop to the floor.

Samson picked himself up off the floor and looked at the two of them, "You want the story. I'll tell ya the damn story. She was coming on to me. I was drunk. What was I supposed to do? Since my wife left, I have had nothing. Nada. So what was I supposed to do?"

"How about not having sex with her, you sick fuck." Elliot screamed at him.

"I didn't mean to! It was an accident! God damn it, you cops are all alike!" Samson screamed back.

"An accident? So, what you expect us to believe that she fell and your dick just happened to land in her. How dumb do we look?" Elliot asked.

"You don't want me to answer that." Samson commented, "Look, like I said, it wasn't supposed to happen. I was drunk."

"You smug bastard." Elliot said and punched the guy right in the face sending him flying back against the wall.

/Chung Chung/

Nicole was sitting in the hospital bed; her legs crossed flipping through the channels on the TV. There was no way in hell she was watching some of these soaps that were on. Passions she thought was just out right stupid, there was no way that a woman like Tabitha existed along with that demon child she called her daughter. Young and The Restless, well that was a whole other story. There was no way in real life that a woman would marry the same man six times and divorce him six times.

Finally getting annoyed with the fact that she had no idea what these shows were about the flicked the TV off and threw the remote down on the end table.

She hated lying around bored. She wanted to be out there running down all the two-bit criminals that always seem to think they're smarter than the police. At least when Munch got back she'd have some company.

She looked around the hospital room for some form of a distraction; at least then she wouldn't be bored out of her mind. She was getting rather annoyed with her boredom so she decided to see what she could find around the hospital room. One thing she found she hated was the damn hospital gowns, they made a person feel like their ass had just fallen out. She grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around herself and walked over to the counter. She started going through the drawers and cabinets. Pretty much just rummaging around seeing what she could find.

Soon getting bored with that she sat down on the swiveling stool. She was in no way getting back in that bed. She pushed herself over to the bed and started trying to read the doctors writing. Which she thought looked like chicken scratches. She wondered if doctors actually had to take classes to learn how to write like that.

She was sitting there looking at the clipboard when the door opened and she saw a hand appeared holding a brown paper bag. "If there's no food in there, you don't want to enter this room."

"And if there is, I take it is safe?" he asked.

"John, get in here and give me a sandwich, please, I'm starving." Nicole said.

Munch smiled, and walked into the room, next to her, "How's your head?" he asked.

"The Mexican bongo group left. If that's any conciliation." She answered.

"Great. Okay, let's see what we have here." he said pulling sandwiches out of the bag. Nicole grabbed the first one. "Take it easy, if you were a rabid dog I'd have to get a rabie shot."

"I wasn't that vicious." She smiled.

"I don't know, I have to go count my fingers. You know, to see if they're all there." he said smiling at her. "By the way, I love the outfit."

She laughed, "Doesn't it just look ravishing? Minus my ass falling out."

"I don't know, your ass falling out is why I love it." Munch stated.

She looked at him and laughed and pulled the blanket around herself, "Well, there ain't gonna be a full moon arising tonight."

Munch laughed in return. "Can you tell me why I put up with you?" he asked.

She smiled, "Cause you love me?" she asked.

Munch looked at her. Why hide it from himself any longer. He did love her. Now was his chance to say something. "You know, I do love you, Nic."

She smiled, "And I love you too."

/Chung Chung/

Jamie was sitting in her hospital bed. She wanted to get out of bed, she always hated just sitting around. She tried to lift herself up but her arm was too sore and she ended up falling off the bed.

As she was laying on the floor contemplating the meaning of life Fin walked in. He saw her laying there, dropped the bag of burgers and ran to her. "Jamie, what the hell happened?" he asked helping her up off the floor.

"I got tired of laying in bed so I thought the floor would be a nice change of pace." she said smiling at him.

"Jesus." Fin said helping her stand up, "the floor is not for you lay on."

"I wouldn't say that, Fin, we spent a lot of time on the floor when we were undercover." she said.

"That's because there were bullets flying at us." Fin replied and helped Jamie back into bed.

"Not what I meant. But you are right." She answered.

"Anyway, get comfortable and I'll grab you a burger."

Fin knew exactly what Jamie was taking about. He remembered the last time they were undercover. The time she took the bullet for him. The night before they had stayed together on the floor of the crappy little apartment that they used for all there undercover operations. That was a night he never forget.

She watched as he picked the paper bag off of the floor where it had landed, "You know, the floor was always comfortable when you were there."

Fin walked back over to her and handed her the bag. "I could say the same about you. I got you your favorite: No tomato and extra pickles."

"Wow, you remember." She smiled, digging in the bag.

"I remember everything about you, Jamie." Fin said grabbing his own burger.

She smiled, "Back at ya."

Fin returned her smile and took a bite out his burger. They sat there silently and ate their burgers. When they finished Fin threw out the garbage and walked back to the bed. "How are you feeling now?" he asked.

"Much better. Thanks for the burgers." she replied.

"No problem. That's what I'm here for."

TBC...