I'm staring out into the night
Trying to hide the pain
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing
And the pain you feel is a different kind of pain

I'm going home
Back to the place where I belong
And where your love has always been enough for me
I'm not running from
No, I think you got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I chose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old
So I'm going home
Well, I'm going home

The miles are getting longer it seems
The closer I get to you
So I'm going home
Back to the place where I belong
And where your love has always been enough for me
I'm not running from
No, I think you got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I chose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old

I don't regret this life I chose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old
I said these places and these faces are getting old
So I'm going home, I'm going home

Daughtry - Home

"What's the difference between men and women?" Shane asked Rick

"This a joke?"

"No, I'm serious. I never met a woman who knew how to turn off a light."

"They're born thinking the switch only goes one way on."

"They're struck blind the second they leave a room. I mean every woman, I ever let have a key I swear to God. It's like I come home, house is all lit up, and my job, you see, apparently because…because my chromosomes happen to be different cause I then gotta walk through that house, turn off every single light this chick left on."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah, baby. Alright, Reverend Shane's preaching to you now, boy. The same chick, mind ya. She'll bitch about global warming. That's when Reverend Shane wants to quote from the Guy Gospel and say "Um, darling?" "maybe you, and every other pair of boobs on this planet just figured out that the light switch see, goes both ways," maybe we wouldn't have so much global warming."

"You say that?"

"Yeah. Anyway, uh polite version still man, that…that earns me this…this look and loathing you would not believe. And that's when the exorcist voice pops out. "You sound just like my damn father. Always, always yelling about the power bill, telling me to turn off the damn lights."

"What do you say to that?"

"You know what I wanna say. I wanna say, "Bitch, you mean to tell me you've been hearing this your entire life and you are still too damn stupid to learn how to turn off a switch?" You know I don't actually say that, though."

"That…would be bad."

"Yeah, go with the uh the polite version there."

"Very wise."

"Yes, sir."

"So…Rick. Hold off on the "I told ya so" for a minute, but…me and Andrea."

"You didn't."

"Walk of shame, bro."

"She good at turning off lights?"

"She's good at one thing."

"That your teenage brain talking?"

Shane sighed. "Let's just say Imma ask you how to change a damn diaper."

"You're shitting me."

"I wish."

"You're shitting me."

"God."

"Shane?"

"Third strike…Christ man."

Rick took another sip from his soda while he processed the information.

The radio crackled to life; "All available units, high speed pursuit in progress Lincoln county units request local assistance. Highway 18 south GTAAD W217 243. Proceed with extreme caution. Suspects are two male Caucasians. Be advised, they have fired on police officers. One Lincoln county officer is wounded.

Unit 1, Unit 3. And we'll patch in Lincoln County Sheriff radio."

"Roger that. We're 5 minutes out on the route 18 intersection." Rick said into his radio.

"Dispatch, Unit 1, Unit 3, we are 10-97 in code 100. Highway 18, 85 Interstate, please advise."

"Sounds like they're chasing those idiots up and down every back road we got." Shane said, as he and Rick put down spike strips to tear off the car's tires.

"Hey, we'll get them on one of those video shows, you know, like World's craziest police chases, what do you think?" Bassett asked, with a chuckle.

"What I think, Leon, is that you need to stay focused. Make sure you got a round in the chamber and your safety off."

"Would be kind of cool to get on one of them shows." Shane remarked.

The car, being driven wildly down the road while being chased by two police cars, hit the spike strips head on. The driver lost control of the car and ran off the road, flipping three times before coming to rest upside down.

"Holy shit. Gun, gun, gun." Yelled Shane. "Put it down! Put the gun down!"

Rick grabbed his side in pain, but the bullet was stopped by his vest. The two suspects were quickly put down.

Rick!"

"I'm alright!"

"I saw you get tagged, man, it scared the hell out of me."

"Me too. Son of a bitch shot me. You believe that?"

"We'll get you a new vest." Shane said, relieved.

"Shane, you do not tell Beth that happened. Ever. You understand…"

Rick fell over before Shane heard the pop. The bullet caught him in the armpit, and he hit the ground. Shane picked up his shotgun and quickly killed the third suspect, who was hidden. He then knelt next to Rick, who was bleeding profusely.

"Rick! Rick! No, no, no! No, no, no, no."

"He's hurt! Leon! You get that ambulance down here, you tell them there's an officer down, and you do it now!"

"Shh, shh, shh, hey, you look at me, stay with me, you hear me? Okay."