A/n: Sorry this chapter has taken so long. Life has been in the way. Hopefully this will be finished soon!

Disclaimer: Not mine. I make no money.

Ever since the Marshals picked up Angie, something has felt off. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something was definitely not right. Yesterday I had finally asked Ranger to look into it. I don't know what I expected him to find out, but I just needed to try something. It took a lot of favors, but Ranger called me into his office and asked me to close the door and take a seat.

"I received a call today, it took some digging and we now owe some very powerful people some very big favors." I knew what that meant. The next time any of the government agencies needed something taken care of Rangeman would be their first call. I crossed my arms over my chest and gestured to Ranger to continue.

"It seems that in a bout of here to unheard of interagency cooperation… Angie has been placed in protective custody in the ICE detenton center in Eizabeth New Jersey."

I sucked in a deep breath and tried to force myself to calm down. I hated the idea of someone as sweet as Angie being stuck in jail, but there was little that I could do. I was about to thank Ranger for getting the information for me when he held up his hand letting me know there was more information. "My contact wasn't able to give me much information, but he was able to tell me that there was some sort of incident at the facility and Angie has been taken to Memorial Hospital in Elizabeth."

I just stared at him. I had no idea what to do with this information. I had no reason to be this upset by what had happened. I had known Angie for a little less than a month, we had no personal relationship. Ranger must have noticed I was unsure what to do with this information because he leaned against the desk. 'I think a little road trip might be in order don't you think? I don't like that they found her on Rangeman's watch. I want to know how they did it. Take Bobby and Lester with you, do what you have to do."

I nodded once. I knew a dismissal when I heard it. I left his office and tracked down Bobby and Lester. I explained the situation to them as we headed down to the garage.

I struggled to open my eyes. I could feel someone staring at me, and it was a very unsettling feeling. The harder I tried to open my eyes the heavier they felt. If I was going to die I wanted to at least see the person who was going to kill me. It was if that thought gave me the strength to open my eyes. While my eyes were still trying to focus, I concentrated on trying to get myself out of bed. My limbs felt heavy, so I tried harder to get up.

"We've got to calm her down! She's going to rip her stitches if we don't calm her down."

I felt a large warm hand envelop mine. "Angie, you've got to calm down. It's ok. You're safe. We're all here."

I laid back down and blinked a few times to clear my eyes. I was finally able to focus and take in the fact that Tank was sitting at my bedside. I tried to talk to him, but there was a tube in my throat that wouldn't let me speak.

"Shhhh don't try to talk. You are on a ventilator. One of the stab wounds knicked your lung. Bobby called for the doctor. We will see if we can't get it removed." Tank told me softly.

I blinked back tears, there was so much I wanted to say. I thought back for a moment trying to remember my American Sign Language alphabet. When I decided I remembered it. I lifted my free hand and started to spell out. "I don't want to go back to jail."

Tank realized what I was doing and snapped at Bobby to get me a pen and a pad of paper. It was just a minute before I had a pen in my hand and a pad of paper resting on my thigh. I tried to write carefully, but it was difficult. I couldn't see what I was writing. I finally shoved the paper towards Tank. He took the notepad with his free hand, as his other one held mine. His thumb was gently rubbing the back of my hand as he read the scribbled note in front of him.

"I know you don't want to go back to jail."

I narrowed my eyes and reached for the paper again. I scribbled another note and handed it back to Tank. He took the note from me, and read it. He looked silently at me for a moment before answering.

"We're here because I had a bad feeling from the moment you left. Something just felt off, so I had Ranger make some calls. As soon as we found out what happened, we headed straight here. We wanted to make sure you are alright, and we wanted to know what haened, so we can find out how they keep finding you."

I reached for the paper again and started to write down my story. I was interrupted by the arrival of my doctor.

"Well, it is really good to see you awake. Do you know what happened to you?' I tried to shake my head, but the tube down my throa made moving difficult. The doctor seemed to understand though. "When you came in you had three stab wounds to your abdomen. One of them managed to miss anything vital, but one of them nicked your lung and the third perforated your intestine. We are going to remove your ET tube today." The doctor pulled a syringe from his coat pocket and attached it to something on the tube and injected it. He told me to cough on the count of three. I did as he said and soon the tube was pulled free. My stomach and throat burned. I opened my mouth to try to speak, but nothing would come out. A nurse came in with a cup of ice chips and handed them to Tank. He fed me a spoonful, and I closed my eyes as the coolness of the ice soothed my raw throat. After a few spoonfuls, I was able to whisper my thanks to the doctor. He patted my hand and said. "I would like to keep you for another 24 hours, just to be on the look out for sepsis." I nodded slowly in agreement and the doctor left the room.

Bobby and Lester moved over to the side of the bed the doctor had just left. I gave them a smile, and pushed the buton to raise the head of my bed. It seemed like it took forever, and I knew that by the time I was sitting up I had tears in my eyes. You never know how much you use your stomach muscles until you can't use them. "I'm sorry you guys had to come all the way out here. There isn't much I can tell you though. I have no idea how they keep finding me. I'm not writing any letters or making any phone calls. I'm tired of being scared all the time. I just want to go home, at least if I do I won't have to keep looking over my shoulder. I'll know I am going to die, and I can just get it over with."

'Hey, don't talk like that." Lester objected to my rant.

"Why the hell not? It is the truth. Tomorrow I am going to get out of this hospital, I am going back to jail, and I am going to be killed. Why then shouldn't I go home?"

"Because you could come back to Trenton with us. Let us find out how these guys keep finding you, and let us keep you safe." Bobby said.

I felt Tank's hand tighten a little, as if he were asking me to think about what they were offering. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. These guys barely knew me, yet they were offering a great gift. I couldn't say anything with my throat so closed with unshed tears, so I nodded my head in agreement. I hoped that they would understand what I meant. I guess they did, because Bobby and Lester both pulled out cell phones and began to make arrangements.