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Greg was trying to ignore everything that the paramedics where saying. It made the situation look worse that it actually was. Although he had to admit that Spike was in no good condition at all.

He was listening to the constant beeping sound coming from the monitors. It soon started to speed up. He looked up and then he saw the flat line.

Greg's heart stopped beating for a second as well. The paramedics were telling Greg to move so they could work on Spike. One of them took a device to push air through Spike's lungs. The other one grabbed some scissors and cut his shirt. Spike was not going to like it when he would wake up. He loved that shirt. Wait… What am I thinking? Spike's dying and I'm thinking about that?! Greg shook those thought away and watched as the paramedic who cut his shirt then took a defibrillator.

"Charge 100!"

"Clear"
Electricity bolts went through Spike's body making him rise a little and then fall again. Still, the line was flat.

"Charge 200!"

"Clear"

Greg was just staring at he medics do their work. He wanted to step in and slap Spike's face so that he would wake up. He kind of hoped that this was a sick joke from Spike. He'd always loved to play tricks and jokes on the team. He always did that to bring a smile to his face and the rest of the team as well. But nothing happened. He just laid there, unmoving.

Even after the second attempt with the defibrillator, there was no response. The paramedics looked at each other.

"Charge 300!"

"Clear!"

Again Spike's body jerked and got still, making his head loll to his side. They tried one more time, two more times… and Greg was loosing patience. He was already thinking how to tell the team that Spike was gone. He thought of the best way to say it, where he would start but his mind wasn't helping him.

How was he going to tell his parents!? They always blamed the job for being too dangerous and look now. They weren't even on duty when the shootout happened. If he told them, they would be devastated. It would take a lot of time for Greg to locate all -

"We have a pulse!" It was after their fourth attempt that a soft beeping sound came to life,

Greg looked up and let a heavy sigh out which he even didn't know he was holding and just closed his eyes as a sign of relief. He was just glad that Spike was a fighter but they still needed to patch him up. It still was too early to get hopes up. He had lost a lot of blood and he was almost as white as a sheet.

They arrived at the hospital and took Spike away. Greg was told to stay behind. Knowing that he could not do anything else he decided to sit down and wait. He had his elbows on his knees. He was about to cup his face with his hands but stopped. He looked at them and saw that they were covered with blood. Spike's blood. Without a second to waste, he went to the bathroom and washed his hands clean.

After he finished, he went outside to the waiting room. There he saw Ed and Sam. They both saw Greg coming and met up with him halfway.

"Any news?" Sam asked

"No, but he was dead for a few seconds on our way here." His words were serious and calm.

With that sentence, Ed just looked down and Sam closed his eyes. Greg noticed how much it had affected Sam.

"Hey Eddie could you um could you tell the receptionist to keep up posted when Spike's out of surgery?"

"Sure thing boss"

Greg turned to Sam and looked at him.

"Sam what's wrong bud? I've never seen you like this. Is there something wrong?"

"Well, it's just that…" Sam looked away from Greg's eyes "I am responsible for Spike being shot." Sam still didn't look at him. Greg waited and looked for the right words to say right now.

"No Sam. Never think that you were responsible for this."

"But I am! Maybe not directly but I was the one who needed training and that's why we were all outside. Maybe, just maybe if I, If I hadn't needed that training-" Sam looked right to Greg's eyes with a sad expression "-maybe Spike would be okay."

"Hey Sam, I know what you are thinking but you don't know that. They guy who took the shot, he is the one responsible, not you. If Spike was his target all along, he could have taken the shot anywhere, anytime. So please, don't do this to yourself okay? Don't torture yourself over this. Trust me, it leads no where"

Sam took in every word. And for once since that day started, he felt better. He didn't know how but the boss always seemed to have the right words for every situation. He kinda wanted to be able to do that. When he was about to ask him something, Ed came back.

"Hey boss, I already told them to notify us as soon as they got words on Spike."

"Great, thanks."

"So, what do we do know?"

"We can't do anything more than wait and pray that Spike will be okay."

They went and sit down on the waiting area. About 30 minutes later, the rest of the team came out. Greg looked up and saw them. He stood up, hoping to get some questions asked about the shooter.

"So could you find anything?"

"No boss-" Jules was the first to answer. "-We tried to narrow the area down but it seems that the shot could have been taken from three buildings near our area."

"We contacted people who work there asking if they saw anything unusual but no one saw anything out of the ordinary." Wordy finished.

"I may have an idea boss." Everyone turned to look at Lou. "But you may not like it."

"If it means we get closer to the shooter I am all ears" Greg said.

"I was thinking we could re-stage the scene from this morning. From the angle of the bullet bound we can determine and try to locate from which of the three buildings the shot was taken. But that means-"

"Spike could be on the line of fire again." Greg interrupted him.

"Yes, he could. It is a great risk to take" Ed looked at Greg as if expecting what he would say.

"Let's just relax for now, and we will talk of this later. With Spike. Maybe he can share something we don't know."

Everyone looked down at the mention of Spike's name. There was a very high risk that he may or may not survive. They still had their hopes up but they had also had to accept the facts.

Greg turned and made his way to a chair. The rest of the team followed him. Nobody talked. They just sat in silence. After the first hour Sam and Jules went to get some coffee. That's when Greg's phone ringed. He took it and looked at the caller ID. Winnie.

"Hi Winnie"

"Hi boss"

"How are you doing?"

"Great, I just wanted to know how Spike was doing? I already called team 3 to be ready cause of what happened."

"Thanks a lot Winnie, that's very thoughtful. But um, we are still waiting for someone to tell us what's the situation. We lost him for a few seconds on the way to the hospital, so all I can tell is that he is very fragile now. If I have any updates, you'll be the first one to know".

"Thank you boss. If you need anything let me know"

"Okay, bye"

He hanged up. Greg felt bad for Winnie cause she had always been part of their team but she always had to stay at the SRU headquarters digging all the info she could get. She would always listen to their conversation and hope that they would all get home safe and sound. Greg admired how she could cope with them everyday.

Everyone kept waiting. They were still waiting for a doctor to come out and let them know that everything would be fine. As if someone was reading their thoughts, a doctor came out.

"Michelangelo Scarlatti?" Team one looked at him and Greg was the first to stand up.

"How is he, doctor…?" Greg looked at him if he could see a nametag of any kind.

"Ross Bexon. And he is okay. He had lost a lot amount of blood so he gave him several transfusions. Luckily, the bullet only punctured his body and didn't crash any bones on its way. Another good thing is that the bullet went through and through so we didn't have to worry to take it out. He is stable but still unconscious."

"He is going to fully recover, right doctor?" Sam asked.

"Well yes. He still has a long way to go but he should be fine. He is currently on a ventilator cause he was having a hard time breathing. If he keeps getting better, I say that he would be breathing on his own late tonight or early in the morning. I don't think that he'll wake up before that but you are welcomed to visit him. But please enter by groups of two maximum. Visiting hours end at 7 pm".

"Thank you doctor". He just nodded and kept going.

They looked at each other as if asking who should go first. As no one was doing anything, Greg decided to step in and said that he and Lou would be the first one's. Then Ed and Wordy. Finally Sam and Jules.

Room 208, 209, 210. Greg took a deep breath. He looked at Lou and he nodded. He placed his hand on the door's handle and turned it. Before they could even see Spike, they could already hear the sounds coming from the ventilator and the heart monitor.

Greg realized just how strong and yet fragile the human being could be. It was impressive all the things they could accomplish but one bullet was all it took to take someone out.

He stopped walking and let Lou go first. He looked at Spike's face waiting for him to wake up, hoping we would open his eyes and laugh. But all the movement he saw was the rising and downfall of his chest, assuring him that he was still alive. He was so grateful that Spike was all right. He said some encouraging words even though he was asleep and then walked out teary eyed.

Greg just looked at Spike and he couldn't take it. Come back soon bud. He then walked away. He signaled Ed and Wordy to go. It only took them a few minutes for them to exit the room. Spike was not waking up today so there wasn't much that could be done.

Greg was worried for what came next. Actually he was more worried for the "who". Sam made his way with Jules. He looked at them carefully until they were out of his sight. Ed picked up the hint and went towards Greg.

"What's wrong?"

"Sam"

"What's wrong with Sam?"

"He thinks he is responsible for getting Spike shot. He said that if he had been better at negotiation that this would have never happen."

"And what did you tell him?"

"I told him that of course, it wasn't his fault and that he couldn't have known when the shooting was going to happen."

"And did he say anything?"

"No. He's been really quiet. If you see that he is doubting about this, could you talk to him? He takes you more of a friend than me"

"Sure thing, boss. I'll keep you posted if anything happens. Should we head back to the SRU?"

"Yeah sure. Go ahead. I'll wait for Sam and Jules and we'll get going too. We are doing patrol today okay?"

Ed nodded and exited the hospital with Wordy. They got inside the black SUV and drove away. As he'd said, he waited for Sam and Jules and went with them. Sam drove, Jules was beside him and Greg was sitting in the back. It was so unlike him but this time he decided it was for the better to give them some space.

They went along as they'd planned. They did patrol and nothing interesting happened. They were focused enough but they were all thinking about the same thing.

After they finished their shift Greg still had one more thing to do. Let the Scarlatti family know that their son was in critical condition.

He waved everyone goodbye but before he left, he went over to Winnie's desk and informed her of the little he knew.

Greg was surprised how strong she was. She was worried of course but stayed strong.

Finally, he went to his car, drove the way to Spike's house and parked the car. He grabbed the steering wheel strongly. Well, here it goes. He let out a heavy sigh and opened the door. He walked until he was in front of the house's door. He lifted his fist and knocked.