Sabrina was still cursing under her breath when she pushed her way out of Kelly's room. She didn't notice Kris standing nearby until a split second before the swinging door she'd just thrown open bounced off of her arm. The young officer's grunt of pain finally took Sabrina's thoughts away from throttling Kelly.

"What are you doing standing there? Spying on us?" Sabrina snapped, letting the door close behind her. She swept her brown eyes around the busy hallway, looking for but not spotting Max.

Kris grimaced as she rubbed her elbow. "No, I wasn't spying on you." She huffed. "I want to see my sister."

"Your sister's out cold."

"And that makes her invisible?" Kris shot back heatedly. "I said I wanted to see her, I didn't say I wanted to take her surfing."

Hearing Kris's uncharacteristically sarcastic response made Sabrina realize that she'd been unfairly taking out her anger and frustration with Kelly on the younger Munroe. And apparently laying it on thick enough to make even the easy going and cheerful blonde get snippy with her. She sighed heavily to herself, feeling her shoulders slump as the anger left her and weariness replaced it.

"You're right." She said, the edge gone from her tone. "I'm sorry, Kris. I know you're worried about Jill and I have no right giving you heat for it. I know you weren't spying."

Kris cocked her head in surprise. Had Sabrina ever apologized to anyone before? Instead of dwelling though, she offered a soft smile. "It's fine. I think everyone's on edge." She peered curiously over Sabrina's shoulder to the closed door behind her. "So, Kelly never told that doctor that she was pregnant? Wow. You think you know someone, huh?"

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "I don't want to think about anything." She answered dismissively. "Where did Max go?"

"He said he was gonna take a walk. He didn't say where he was going."

"Is he ok?"

"I don't know." Kris answered, looking slightly uncomfortable. "So, I'm guessing he had a thing for Kelly?"

Sabrina scoffed at her question, feeling her face flush with anger at the mention of her inconsiderate best friend. "You could say that. Listen, go on and sit with Jill, I don't think Alan's mind is on work right now anyway. Bill will be here soon. You can stay until he kicks you out."

A look of confusion flashed across the younger woman's face. "Won't he want to talk to me too?" Kris asked, dreading the answer. She'd never met Bill, but Jill's stories about him were hardly flattering.

Sabrina looked guilty suddenly. "Well, no." she explained, stammering a bit. "I kinda...left you out of it. I figured the less of us that were involved, the better. I told him Jill and Kelly were outside when we got there."

Kris nodded, not sure if relief was what she should be feeling. So that's why Sabrina had waited until she was having her leg taken care of to call Bill. Appropriate reaction or not though, she had enough on her mind without having to give a statement that would also have to be explained to her superiors back in San Francisco when she eventually made that phone call. She shrugged instead. "Fine with me."

"I thought you'd be ok with it too." Sabrina answered, turning to leave. "Listen, I'm gonna go wait for Bill. Go on inside."

Kris's hand had been on the door handle since their conversation began and needed no more prodding to get inside. She nodded, smiled a quick goodbye and slipped inside, leaving Sabrina alone with her thoughts.

Sabrina remained alone with her thoughts for another half hour until a nauseatingly familiar voice floated into her ears from just beyond a set of wooden double doors. A few seconds later, they swung open and in walked a man in a rumpled gray suit flanked by two uniformed police officers. Heading this pack,as always, was Bill Duncan, irritated look on his face, his cocky strut and quick strides just as they were the first time she'd laid eyes on him.

It had been nearly a year since their divorce and almost as long since the last time they'd seen each other. His dark, curly hair was longer than what looked good on him now, probably the product of long hours and no wife to remind him to get it cut, but other than that, he looked unchanged. Thumbs hooked in the belt loops of his slacks, his dark eyes roamed the room before settling on his ex-wife. His serious looking face softened into a smile and Sabrina had a fleeting surge of old affection for him. Bill Duncan wasn't what was usually considered attractive. He wasn't a tall man, just barely taller than she, his build thin and wiry and his sallow face usually so intense looking. But when that crooked smile of his lit up his face, bringing back memories of care-free and happier times, Sabrina could almost remember why she'd fallen for him in the first place. She waved him over and the two officers followed.

"Bri." He greeted her shortly, with a peck on the cheek. "So tell me why I'm leaving three stacks of backlogged cases to clean up your friends' mess."

As he always did, as soon as he opened his mouth, memories of why their marriage ended in divorce surfaced again in Sabrina's mind, souring the previous ones. She fought the urge to roll her eyes and tried to remember that he was doing them a favor.

"Good to see you too." She said to him. "Look, there's a reason I called you. You said you could keep this quiet, right? Just until we figure out what's going on?"

Bill raised an eyebrow. "You mean Charlie hasn't already?" He asked with a patronizing smile. He glanced backwards at his two companions and the three men shared a chuckle, giving Sabrina the impression that they'd been filled in on her and her friends' backgrounds on the way.

"Are you gonna help us or not?" Sabrina snapped impatiently.

Bill cleared his throat, sobering for her sake. "Yeah, yeah. Hey, these clowns are Garcia and Carter." He said, sweeping out his right hand toward the two officers, who mumbled greetings in turn. "Supposed to have a third, but apparently he can't tell time."

"Hey, fellas." Sabrina greeted quickly. "Sabrina Duncan. Thanks for your help."

As introductions were made, another uniformed officer slipped into the hallway, jogged over to them and stood awkwardly behind the group.

Bill regarded him with a mixture of annoyance and surprise. "Who are you? Where the hell is Donovan?" He barked at the young man.

The new officer shrugged. "Said he had a family emergency and couldn't come in. I'm Kessler. I'm taking his shift today."

If any of the four men noticed Sabrina's face suddenly flush a bright red at that announcement, they didn't mention it. Apparently satisfied with this response, Bill shrugged his slim shoulders.

"Whatever. Fine." He said with a dismissive wave. His eyes found Sabrina and his look hardened. "But look, I can't keep whatever is going on a secret forever. You got till tomorrow tops, unless Kelly has something to say that I think can't wait that long. Understand?"

Sabrina clenched her jaw. She hated this side of him. "Don't give me ultimatums. I asked for some space, can you do it or not?"

"I said you got til-"

"And I heard you." Sabrina cut him off. "Yes or no, Bill."

Bill stared at her for a moment before sighing and giving his head a slight nod. "Yeah. Fine." He relented. He peered around the room as if looking for something. "Me and Garcia are gonna talk to Kelly and see if we can get a lead on…well, whatever big secret is going on. Carter and…." He stopped, looked confused for a moment, and then whirled on the new arrival. "Who the hell are you again?"

The officer blinked. "Kessler….Steven Kessler, sir."

Bill turned back toward Sabrina. "Carter and Kessler are gonna stand guard by the door, one guy of each of your friends just to make sure they're never alone. Good enough for you and Charlie's standards?"

Sabrina forced herself to not respond sarcastically. He was patronizing her but still, a favor was a favor.

"Yeah. Thank you, Bill."

He smiled his crooked smile. "Anything for my favorite ex-wife." With a quick jerk of his head, he brushed by Sabrina, Garcia right behind him. The two men disappeared into Kelly and Jill's room, leaving the remaining officers to mumble an awkward goodbye before wandering into what would be their position for the rest of the day.

Sabrina thanked them quietly once more before turning on her heels and jogging down the hall. It was time to find a payphone and put Charlie's high standards to work.

Ten minutes later, Sabrina waited uncomfortably, anxiously toying with the metal phone cord in her left hand.

Charles Townshend had been a big part of her life for the past two years and she didn't have to see him to know what a powerful man he was. Charlie was unshakeable, he always had an answer, always had an idea, always knew what to do. It was a rare thing indeed that could render Charles Townshend speechless.

So only ten seconds after relating all she knew to her boss over the phone, Sabrina wasn't sure how long she could stand Charlie's stunned silence.

Another few seconds ticked by before Charlie was able to respond.

"What?" he answered her flatly.

Sabrina heaved a sigh, the response doing little to ease her nerves. "I know how it sounds too, believe me I do. But, that's what happened."

She heard the squeak of no doubt expensive leather on the other line as Charlie got up out of his chair. "Forgive me, Angel, but it seems that what you've told me is only a small part of what happened."

"A small part is all I know, Charlie."

"Can Kelly not fill in the gaps?"

Sabrina rolled her eyes instinctively and at least for that moment was glad that for whatever reason, Charlie never met them face to face. "I'm sure she could. But she won't. She went babbling on about nurses and the injection when we found them, but wouldn't tell me any specifics. And Jill- well, we can't ask her yet."

Charlie cleared his throat. "I see. Are they badly hurt?"

"They'll be ok." Sabrina answered quickly. "Nothing too serious. We'll know more when Ala- Jill's doctor finishes up with…whatever he's doing."

"Alan Samuelson is their doctor?"

Sabrina let her head thump against the divider. Shit. "Yeah. Don't make it weirder than it already is, Charlie."

"Well, seeing as how Bosley said he was on his way, I'm afraid it's too late for that."

For the first time since getting Jill's call, Sabrina cracked a tired smile. "Good. I feel pretty rotten dragging him up here when he's sick, but I'd be lying if I said we didn't need him."

Charlie chuckled. "He agrees."

"Well, thanks." Sabrina cast an anxious glance towards one of Bill's men and knew she was about to steer this conversation far away from the light moment they'd just shared. "And, there's one more thing. Bill is here."

A beat of silence.

"Personally or professionally?"

Sabrina cringed. "Professionally."

"You involved the police?"

"No!" she started quickly. "Well, yes. I mean, not really." She sighed and let her head thump back into the divider. "Look, hear me out here, huh? Someone tried to hurt Kelly and Jill and I wanted them picked up, but Kelly wouldn't let me so I called Bill and he said he'd keep everything off the record."

Charlie's chuckle held hardly any humor. "Do you believe him, Angel?"

Sabrina felt her right eye twitch. Could she answer this questions honestly? Probably not.

"I do." She answered. For now, she thought but kept it to herself. "Anyway, Kelly woke up not too long ago and he's talking to her right now. I'll let you know if he gets more out of her than I could."

"Do that, Sabrina. Bosley should be there soon. I'll be waiting for you call."

"Right. G'bye, Charlie."

"Goodbye, Angel."

The line went dead and Sabrina, suddenly feeling ten times as tired as she did moments ago, wearily hung up the phone. She ran both hands through her short hair and stood awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to do with herself. Kris had gone right after Bill walked into the room, telling her only that she needed to make a call to her station. The look of impending doom on her face had made Sabrina choose not to question any further.

It had probably been best that she hadn't mentioned Kris or her new career to Charlie.

Too anxious to sit, Sabrina found herself a section of wall and slumped against it. Usually when cases became this frustrating, she had Kelly and Jill to keep her sane. They were still here, thank God, but not in the way she needed them to be. And if anything, Kelly was only adding to the problem.

Feeling suddenly lonely, she turned to the bored policemen standing by the door and was about to walk over to attempt small talk when the hallway doors to her left swung open and a haggard, unshaved version of John Bosley shuffled through them.

He looked horrible. Whatever ailment he was suffering from, it was doing his appearances no favors. He'd attempted to hide with wardrobe with a long coat, but it was obvious he hadn't taken the time to do much more than throw a coat on before leaving. But despite that, and even with his hair disheveled, eyes red and bloodshot, and complexion a sickly grayish color, to Sabrina he was indeed a sight for sore eyes.

"Bos!" she called out, hurrying towards him.

He turned toward her and opened his arms in a universal show of exactly how she was feeling at the moment.

"Sabrina, what the hell is going on?" he asked loudly.

"I wish I knew." Sabrina admitted, taking advantage of his open armed position to lean in to give him a quick hug. She peered at him up close and despite the tense situation, couldn't help but hold back a snicker. "So what kept you? Traffic?" She summoned up a teasing grin. "Ironing?"

Bosley glared at her and whipped his coat tighter around himself to hide his rumpled clothing. "Traffic." He grumbled defensively. "Are the girls ok? Will they let us see them?"

"They'll be ok. They're in a room." Sabrina reassured him quickly. "Jill's still out. Kelly's awake and she's in there."

Bosley stared at her for a moment, wondering why Sabrina hadn't started leading him to their room, before he caught the uncomfortable look creeping its way across her face.

"But we can't go in because…"

Sabrina sighed. "Because Bill is in there with her."

Bosley's face fell. "Let me guess. He didn't come to bring her flowers, did he?"

"No, Bos, I called him."

"Kick me while I'm down then."

Sabrina rolled her eyes and took hold of his jacket. "I already explained it to Charlie-"

"You know, I can't always read his mind." Bosley replied dryly. He stuffed his hand in his jacket pocket, produced a handkerchief, and wiped his nose, all the while keeping up an expectant stare. "Anytime you're ready."

Defeated, Sabrina threw her hands up and grabbed hold of her friend's coat to pull him out of earshot of Bill's men. "Fine!" she relented. "I called him because I wanted the people who did this to be put away and I thought if I brought Bill up here he could do that for me without letting too many people know about it. Is that ok with you?"

Bosley stared at her for a moment longer, waiting for more before shrugging his shoulders. "Doesn't have to be ok with me." He blew his nose loudly and, to Sabrina's disgust, pocketed his handkerchief. "What does Charlie have to say about it?"

Fortunately for Sabrina, she was spared any further conversation about her ex-husband's involvement, when Bill himself chose that moment to push his way through Kelly and Jill's door, Garcia again close behind him.

"I guess she didn't like his flowers."

Sabrina groaned, her eyes flitting from Bill to Bosley and then back to Bill. The sarcasm in her coworker's voice would have been enough to tell her that Kelly had told Bill precisely nothing.

The look on Bill's face was just icing on the cake.

"Yeah, well, I was the only one ever stupid enough to like his flowers." Sabrina muttered under her breath. She nudged Bosley forward. "C'mon, I'm glad you got here when you did."

Bosley raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

"Damage control."