Hey.

I know that it's been way, way too long since I last updated. It's just that I've had to go back over and over the story to make sure that it's OK. Every story must be crafted with excellence. I want to make reading an enjoyable experience. So. Here we are (finally).

"I got your man! I got your man and I'm gonna blow his brains out!" "Okay, let's just relax, stay calm- Sam! Help!"- I do support Sam and Noah for best father/son in the whole series. Beware.

"Hey- why are you yelling at me? Why don't you yell at somebody else sometimes?" "BIGGS!" "Atta boy, Sam!"- Cosmo gets the funniest lines in back-and-forth with Sam. just saying.

"He's what? How do you-" Sam hollered into the phone a few choice words.

"What is it, Sam?" Savannah turned from her paperwork.

"They lost Noah." He held his hand up to stop the chatter. "Mhmm. Mhmm. Hm."

"Well?" Biggs looked expectantly up at Sam. Cosmo slapped Biggs in the shoulder.

"Shh! He's trying to listen!"

"Well, kids. Pack up. We're going back to New York." A chorus of complaints rose up from the table.

"Come on, Sammy! I just finished unpacking!"

"Well, then un-unpack, Cosmo. We're leaving ASAP."

Some time later...

"How do you lose somebody? Tell me. How?"

"Calm down, Sam. They're trying." Cosmo turned back to the receptionist. "Anyways, how do you lose somebody?"

Sam began pacing around the room. "Come on- this is a hospital! If this is the level of efficiency that all hospitals have-"

"Sam, I got something over here." Savannah motioned him over.

"Look here." Biggs pointed to the clipboard roster that Savannah most likely snatched from a nurse. "There are thirty five 'John Doe' listings on this roster. Something could have gone wrong and they switched up the listing tags. Noah could be one of these."

"Give me that-" Sam grabbed the clipboard away from Savannah. "Searching all of these will take a lot of time. Where is this for?"

"Well, the whole hospital. But look-" Savannah pointed to a few of them. "Only ten are in the mortuary... We might start there."

"What do you mean 'start'? Noah can't be anywhere else."

Biggs stood on tiptoe and peered at the roster over Sam's shoulder. "Well, eight of the John Doe guys are critical condition. If IDs did get mixed up, Noah might be one of them, too."

Sam gave Biggs his best 'Hinky? Really?' face. He walked over to reception and grabbed Cosmo by the shirt collar. "Come on, Cosmo." He hauled the man away from the desk.

"Wha-ackpth! Choking, choking- SAM!" Cosmo shook his collar out of Sam's hand.

All four of them started walking down the hall. "Listen, Biggs, I know what that kid meant to you, but honestly." They turned a corner. "Noah was pronounced dead upon arrival here. That isn't going to change."

Cosmo piped up. "I don't know, Sammy. There are such things as miracles."

They made their way to the morgue. There was only one worker there at the time.

"Hey, you." The man looked up from his task.

"There's a... Friend of ours here. A John Doe. But we don't know exactly where. Do you think you could check?" Sam stared the fellow down.

The man looked at them in bewilderment. He held their stare for a few seconds. "That is the strangest thing anyone has asked me to do ever." He put down his clipboard, and grabbed another one. "But let's see if we can find your friend. People around here usually don't up and walk away." He chuckled for a second. He coughed. "Well, now. Do we know the cause of death?"

"Shock, blood loss- he was shot, if that helps."

"Hmm... Well, we don't have anyone here like that. Most of these poor people were natural causes. No gunshot wounds that I know of... And he is here, right?"

"We already checked twice. Yes. He came here and was pronounced dead. Two gunshot wounds. That's it for identification."

"As a matter of fact..." The man put his clipboard down. "I heard of a patient who had something like that... Errr... But he's still alive that I know of."

"Did you know his name?"

"Nope. But they did say it was one of those weird 'miracle stories'. He was sent down to the morgue, but they discovered that he was still alive. He wasn't before... But then, I just heard about it. Wasn't here to see it." He picked his clipboard up again.

Cosmo tapped Sam on the shoulder. "If anyone would pull something like that on the staff, it's Noah. He could still be alive."

Sam nodded in agreement, but turned to the worker. "How do you know all of this, anyhow?"

"We morgue workers talk a lot between shifts. Some of it's just tales. But we do get some good stories."

"Hm. Well, could you tell me where I could get more info on this 'miracle story'?"

"I'd try some of the nurses. They gossip a lot."

The team started to go. The man called to them as they left. "And don't talk to reception! Those jokers don't know anything about anything!"

Cosmo shook his head. "Okay. Don't talk to reception. Well that's obvious. Don't talk to the people who are supposed to know stuff if you want to know stuff."

Savannah punched him in the arm. "Oh, shut up, Cosmo."

So, I updated the last chapter. It didn't really make any sense when paired with this one, so I changed it a bit.

I'm actually not sure how this could happen. Practically, I mean.

I enjoy writing for Cosmo. His back and forth with the other characters is hilarious to script up. :)

Please review.

Please excuse errors.

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