Jamie was starting to have second thoughts about this whole undercover operation. Sitting in his Mustang cloaked under darkness, he eyeballed Eddie across the street who was hunched over and limping slowly down the sidewalk with her cane. Disguised in her gray wig and trench coat, no one could tell that underneath all of that get up she was a vibrant, capable cop. But still, he hated to use her as bait and his heart was in his throat as he scanned the area looking for Evan.

Jamie knew he had to stay focused and alert. If he and Eddie were going to forge ahead both as partners and as something more, now was the time to prove to himself that he could stay professional and not let his judgment get clouded. But in the back of his mind he still couldn't shake the words 'It's a bad idea for a lot of reasons.'

It never seemed like a bad idea when he's kissing her and she's kissing back, when all he can think about is how much he just wants to be with her in every way. But right now, in the middle of a potentially dangerous work-related situation, he wonders again if it's right that they should keep working together. It was becoming too nerve-wracking for him to sit here and watch her be the bait. Leave it to Eddie to talk him into thinking they could have the best of both worlds. Why was she always so good at talking him into things? He just couldn't say no to her.

Jamie knew Eddie was excited to go back undercover. Her enthusiasm for getting this guy equaled his own, and as a cop, he admired her bravery and willingness to put her own life on the line. But putting his title as a cop aside, if anything happened to her on the job, he seriously didn't know how he would handle it. So he had to make sure that she came out of this operation safely. He needed to back her up just like he would on any other given day as if nothing in their relationship had changed. As if they hadn't just shared a promising passionate kiss an hour ago…

His heart skipped a beat as he spotted Evan. "That's him coming toward you," he whispered into the radio. Jamie quickly and quietly exited the car and snuck his way to the edge of the building near the sidewalk without being seen.

Eddie heard Jamie's cue in her earpiece. "I see him," she quickly replied and readied herself.

Evan made his way toward her, and even as she stayed hunched over, Eddie could feel his eyes on her. A rush of adrenaline surged through her when she felt his hand grab her arm. She wasted no time in combatting his move by seizing his wrist and twisting his arm, throwing him off balance. With a swift kick through his legs, she was able to flip him down onto the sidewalk onto his back. She crawled on top of him to keep him in place, holding down his arms.

Jamie immediately sprang out from his hiding spot and dashed over with gun drawn on Evan. "Police! Don't move!"

"They can't suffer! I need to kill them! You have to let me keep killing them!" Evan shouted. He disregarded Jamie's threat and was able to wriggle an arm out from Eddie's grasp.

"I said don't move!" Jamie yelled again, his finger still on the trigger as he moved in closer to help Eddie apprehend the murderer.

Jamie panicked when he spotted the hammer that Evan whipped out of his coat pocket while Eddie continued to struggle to gain control on him. It all happened so fast. In the split second that it took Jamie to register what Evan was planning, Jamie fired his gun at the very same time that the hammer struck Eddie hard in the head.

The bullet from Jamie's gun pierced Evan's skull, killing him instantly. Eddie was on her knees and she began to falter, the blood dripping down her face. She looked up at Jamie with fear and shock. The world around her was getting fuzzy and she felt very dizzy. "Jamie?" she called out to him for help with a shaky voice.

Jamie scrambled down on his knees to catch her just before she was about to topple over onto Evan's dead body. Her wig had fallen off and Jamie flinched in horror as he saw the gruesome wound on the side of her head.

"EDDIE?" Jamie screamed. He held her tight in his arms as her eyes drooped closed.

After having arrived at the hospital and being briefed on his officer's condition, Frank made his way to the waiting room, hoping to see his son. There Jamie sat alone in a hard plastic chair, staring out blankly looking dazed and broken.

"How you holding up?" Frank startled him.

Jamie immediately stood up at attention for the Commissioner.

"It's okay, sit down. I'm here as your father."

Jamie nodded wordlessly and wearily sat back down. Frank took a seat next to him. "How you holding up?" he repeated.

Jamie shook his head and closed his eyes, reliving the moment he pulled the trigger. "I wasn't fast enough."

Frank figured Jamie would take full blame for what happened to Eddie. "I heard your C.O. wants you and Eddie partnered together again, as soon as she's ready. Said it was a mistake to separate the best partnership the 12th has ever had. The two of you are being put up for medals for taking a serial killer off the streets."

"I don't want a damn medal. We went against IA's decision and worked together. And look what happened." And oh, by the way, we've kissed each other three times now and we decided to break the rules and start a relationship while still being partners...he thought, but obviously didn't say.

"You caught a serial killer," Frank reminded him.

"I almost got my partner killed," Jamie replied bitterly.

"We both know undercover work comes with risks. Eddie knew those risks. She's not going to blame you for any of this, so you need to stop blaming yourself. You reacted as quickly as you could under the circumstances. Evan almost killed your partner, not you. You saved her life."

Jamie knew there was truth to what his father was saying, but he couldn't let those words soak in to give him any comfort. All he could think about was how scared he was of losing Eddie as he held her bleeding and unconscious in his arms while he waited for what seemed like forever for backup to arrive.

Linda approached the two and quietly interrupted. "She's awake and all cleaned up and is asking for you, Jamie. You can go see her now."

Jamie remained frozen to the chair. He wanted to see her badly, but wasn't quite sure what he was even going to say to her.

"Go see her, Jamie," Frank said. "It's okay. She'll be fine."

Jamie nodded and slowly got up and started to follow Linda down the hall.

Frank got teary-eyed as his mind wandered to Joe and Vinny. "Jamie," Frank called out.

Jamie turned around and waited for his father to say one last thing:

"I'm proud of you, Son."

Jamie couldn't reply. The guilt of harboring feelings for his partner made his father's confession sting.

"The wound looked much worse than it was. She's lucky you were there to stop him from hitting her full force." Linda kept rambling on to Jamie about Eddie's condition as they came up to the door of the recovery room. "She'll feel sick for a while from the head aches and concussion, but there shouldn't be too much scarring once it's time to remove the stitches. She'll be under observation through the night to make sure there's no bleeding into the brain. So far so good."

"Thanks Linda, for helping her. I'm glad you're working tonight," Jamie sincerely told her.

Linda smiled and pulled him into a quick hug. "And you…make sure you get some rest after this, huh? You look a mess! Take care of yourself, okay?"

Jamie half laughed. "Okay."

"And Jamie…she really is going to be fine. You did good tonight." She could tell he had been really worried about Eddie.

Jamie exhaled a long breath as he was left alone. Turning the door knob, he entered meekly into Eddie's room, bracing himself for seeing her hurt in a hospital bed. His fears were instantly calmed as she looked up at him and smiled.