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Rating: T+
Spoilers: Few, but possible at any point through entire series
A/N: It occurred to me that the Pope did his cute little "Pray for me" thingy on Saturday morning, and I would expect Lassiter gets at least every OTHER weekend off. So how did the dude know to wait for him outside the station on this particular Saturday? I don't know. Just go with it.
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Paperwork. Insurance forms. She couldn't concentrate on them, but she had to fill them out, because she was Lassiter's medical proxy. He was off somewhere being tended, and as of yet no one could or would tell her anything about his condition. She wasn't even entirely sure that he was alive, because she'd seen them wheeling him through swinging doors while yelling the words "Code blue!" If he died…oh God…
The news was on the TV in the waiting room. She saw Karen on it, looking as collected as ever, but maybe not quite so calm. The reporters were asking her what had happened. The Chief pushed her hair back away from her face and spoke into the microphones.
"At nine thirty-six a.m. this morning outside the Santa Barbara Police Department, a man identified as Paul Cupp fired three times into the body of Head Detective Carlton Lassiter, who was apparently his target. Both Cupp and Detective Lassiter are currently undergoing emergency treatment at Mercy Hospital. Cupp is stable but we have no word as to Detective Lassiter's current condition as yet. We do not yet know why Cupp targeted our Head Detective."
Vick sighed, a sound clearly audible over the microphones.
"Our thoughts and prayers go out to our brother at this time. We are standing by him." Vick nodded and stepped away from the thrusting microphones, utterly ignoring the reporters' calls for further questions.
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