How had she missed it? She was a cop! Had medical field training! Been a goddamn soldier! What was wrong with her?! "I asked him if he was hit! He said he was fine!" She couldn't reel in her lashing anger. "What's with the two of you? You think you're ten feet tall and bullet proof!? Not a full day's work unless one or both of you are nearly killed, shot, kidnapped, tortured, or all of the above!?"

John knew she didn't mean what she was saying or expect an answer. Honestly, he shared her frustration and self-recrimination. But somehow hearing her rant was grounding, made things feel more normal and feel less like everything was spiraling out of control.

"... all I saw was the glass." Her voiced gentled, but cracked with guilt as she hurriedly brought the kit and helped with a quick field dressing.

"Carter, it's not you're fault. Finch has limited feeling on certain parts of his neck and shoulder. With the adrenalin, he probably didn't know. We really need to get out of here."

Now she felt worse. "But no hospital."

"No." He simply said and then asked, "Were are we?"

For a second Carter thought he had lost his mind, until she remembered he'd been out-of-it, bouncing around the back of an ambulance for nearly an hour. "About twenty miles up the Hutchinson River Parkway."

"Good. We have a safe-house nearby."

"What about that mercenary?" Carter motioned to Mathison.

"Bring him." He was looking forward to it...

"Report."

"Sir, Lieutenant Mathison's ambulance has crashed."

"What! Any survivors?"

"Unknown. We couldn't go back. There were already two cars at the scene. Same ones that took out the protection details."

"Who the fuck are these people?! Get to the clinic and get back!"

"Sir we're receiving chatter that there's a road block up ahead."

"Abandon the ambulances and find another way. Whatever it takes, but get it done!"

"Yes Major."

Reese pushed the car harder than he knew he should. The engine was shot, literally, and he worried a tire might blow any second. Finch needed more attention and the safe house would be fully stocked. That included another car in the garage.

Carter's yelling distracted him. "Are you kidding me..! How..? Shit!" John looked her direction, not needing to wait before she hastily filled him in.

"They ditched the ambulances before the road block. Everything was empty by the team got there." She pursed her lips working her jaw.

"They're still heading to the clinic."

"John, we found missing person's cases - a lot of them - one was an ex-solider; the only thing recovered was his arm. And guess which river that was. If there's a clinic nearby..."

Reese caught her eyes in the rearview, "but if we're wrong it'll be too late."

"You have any other ideas?"

"Yeah. Beat it out of the Mercenary soon as he wakes up." Reese rubbed his forehead in frustration knowing they were running out of time. "Carter.., check Harold's shoulder. Make sure the bleeding's stopped."

She warily watched John, noting his uncomfortable mannerisms as she slide over behind Harold. "How about you?"

"Had worse." He answered too quickly.

"Sure." She huffed, no longer expecting a straight answer. "His shoulder's better."

Carter jumped, "Try properties owned by Trans Global." Harold blearily offered.

"Finch! How're you feeling?"

"Tired and not quite as numb as I'd like." He groaned. "Mr. Reese, glad to have you back. Where are we?"

Finch was lethargic, but seemed, thankfully more lucid. "About three minutes from the Pelham safe house. You feel up to some work?"