A/N: This is the last chapter for the story, but I will be posting an epilogue in the next day or so. Thank you for reading and following this story, and I'm hoping to get started on a new Bull story soon.

Marissa opened her eyes to find that Danny and Cable were in her hospital room. Surprised, she smiled. She had thought that her friends went home the night before- at least, she had told them to. They obviously hadn't listened to her, but it was alright. She felt better with them around. Especially after that nightmare. She was calmer now, much calmer, but it still helped to have Danny and Cable around.

"Good morning, Marissa," said Doctor Sanders. She smiled at Marissa. "Did you have a good night?"

"Mostly. Can I go home today?" asked Marissa.

"Yes. I'm just going to check that head wound first." The doctor looked around. "Did your friends stay all night?"

"They must have. I told them to go home, but they clearly didn't. Unless they are super sneaky. I didn't hear them come back in."

Dr Sanders laughed. "It looks like they're worried about you."

"I know. Cable and Danny are good friends."

"Who's a good friend?" asked Cable with a yawn.

"Did you two spend the night here?" Marissa asked, choosing to not answer the question.

"Uh... I left for a couple of hours, then came back. I think Danny did the same thing."

"Didn't I tell you to go home for the night?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"We didn't listen."

Marissa laughed. "Evidently. Thank you."

"We're friends, Marissa... Hey, why does Bull call you Rissa?"

"Rissa is his nickname for me. It always has been."

"Can we call you Rissa?" asked Danny as she slowly came and joined the two women.

"No. Rissa is Bull's nickname only. I don't particularly like it, but you try telling that to Bull."

"That's a pretty good point. Fine, we won't call you Rissa. We'll come up with a nickname for you."

"Please don't..."

"Too late," laughed Cable. "So, Danny, what do you think a good name would be?"

"I think that we could call her Blondie. She suits it and sort of reminds me of the singer," answered Danny thoughtfully.

"People could take that the wrong way. We wouldn't want to cause problems for her."

"Alright. What if we called her Barbie, then?" Danny grinned. "She looks like a Barbie, even now."

"Barbie is perfect! She has the blonde hair and she's thin. She always wears nice clothes."

"I am not a Barbie doll," said Marissa, though she knew she wouldn't get her way. "Dr Sanders, can you please let me go home?"

"In a minute." The doctor turned to Cable and Danny. "Ladies, could you please step out while I examine Marissa?"

"Of course." Danny smiled. "See you soon, Barbie!"

Once the door was shut, Marissa groaned. "How am I going to get out of that?"

"I don't think you can," said Dr Sanders. "Just ignore them and see if that works."

"Thanks for getting them out of here."

"No problem. You looked like you wanted to yell at them, so I guessed you probably just needed a break. Let me check that wound so we can get you out of here."

"Thank you."

Cable and Danny laughed as they decided that Barbie was the perfect nickname for Marissa. They were sitting outside their friend's room while they waited for her to get checked by the doctor, and were feeling very bored.

"Do you think she's going to kill us?" Cable asked.

"Probably. Maybe we can hide behind Bull?" Danny suggested.

"I doubt it. He and Marissa are close. He'll kill us for her." Cable grinned. "But Chunk won't."

"And Chunk used to be a quarterback..."

"He's the perfect bodyguard."

Danny laughed. "You are so right, Cable."

Relieved that she was finally allowed to go home, Marissa called Benny to pick her up. She had no desire to spend forty minutes in a car with either Cable or Danny right then, and she knew that asking Bull for a ride was out of the question while his leg healed, so Benny was the next best option. As much as she loved Chunk, Marissa knew that he would side with Cable and Danny on the nickname thing, and she really wasn't interested in arguing with anyone.

"Hey, Marissa," said Benny when he answered her call. "How are you?"

"Good. I'm being released in about half an hour. Can you come and get me?" Marissa asked.

"Sure. Isn't Cable there? She has her car."

"I don't want to ride with her or Danny today. I might start arguing with them, and I really don't want to do that."

"Argue about what?"

Marissa smiled to herself. "A stupid nickname. Can you please pick me up?"

"I'm on my way right now. I should be there in ten minutes. Are you sure you should be leaving the hospital so soon?"

"The doctor cleared me. I'm good to go, Benny."

"Okay. I'll see you in a bit. Good luck with those two."

"Thanks." Marissa hung up and smiled again. Benny was always on her side.

Benny was glad that his friend was okay. He had been quite worried about her after seeing her underneath so much rubble, and even more worried when she had gone into shock. Relief had filled him briefly when they had gotten her free, and again when the doctor had told them Marissa was going to be fine. But the worry had still been there, simmering below the surface. At least, now, the doctor had given her the all clear and was letting her go home- that reduced his worry more. But it still wasn't enough. He needed to see Marissa for himself- he needed to talk to her and determine in his own mind that she was fine. Maybe he could do that in the car after picking Marissa up? It would just be the two of them for forty minutes. It would be a good opportunity, wouldn't it?

"Hey, Marissa. Ready to go?" Benny asked twenty-five minutes later.

"I sure am. Hey, thanks for getting rid of the girls, by the way," said Marissa.

"I didn't do that. Bull asked them to meet Chunk at TAC and check on the damage and the recovery effort... after I called him and asked him to get rid of them..."

Marissa laughed. "Thank you, Benny."

"Are you sure that you're alright? I don't want you to have to come back here."

"I'm okay. I have a headache, but it's nothing that some pain relief won't fix. Honestly, I just want to get out of here- whether that means going home or to someone else's place."

"You could stay with me. It's not like I don't have room. And it's thirty minutes closer than your place is."

Marissa smiled. "That sounds like a nice idea. Thanks, Benny."

A/N: Let me know what you think the next story should be about, and who you want the main character to be.