A/N Aaannnddd I'm back! With another chapter! I meant to post this awhile ago but I got sick and then I was busy cause of my birthday and stuff.

But yeah! Enjoy!

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In the blink of an eye, everything happened at once.

He walked out of the precinct, lost in thought, so much so he didn't see the car.

Then the other car also came out of nowhere, ramming into the other car and making a ruckus.

The first car spun out of control at an angle. Jamie had to jump to avoid getting hit. He hissed as he landed on his bad arm and his head collided with gravel.

The other car was dug into the back of the first car and was dragged several meters before disconnecting and ramming into another parked car.

Silence.

Jamie could feel a little blood on the side of his head from the fall, but he didn't think he was concussed. Quickly, he stumbled to his feet and ran to the first car, where the driver, a female teen who was crying, seemed okay, so he moved on to the next car.

The person inside, a man of about 25, looked like he was struggling to stay awake. Jamie smelled gasoline and knew he had to get the man to safety before the car blew.

"Sir, can you hear me?" Jamie asked, working to pry the door open.

The man's response was slurred. "'Hink so."

Jamie continued to pull on the door, with no luck. He knew he didn't have much time, so he ran to the other side, but the other half of the car was trapped against an empty parked car. Running back around, he tried the door again with no luck.

People started to come out of the precinct to see what happened. "I need some help here!" Jamie yelled as the door refused to budge.

"Am I..." The man started. "Am I gonna die?"

"Sir, we're going to get you out. Don't worry," Jamie assured the man. He saw that the man was about to pass out and started talking. "What's your name?"

"Hector," the man slurred after a pause. He knew the man was concussed and Jamie was starting to get worried.

"Can't get him out without breaking the window!" One man shouted. "Everyone get back! The things gonna blow!"

Jamie purposely ignored the words of the other man. He moved down and tried the backseat door and was surprised when it worked. "Are you hurt anywhere?" Jamie asked quickly.

"Juss my head I think..." Was his response.

Immediately Jamie grabbed the man's shoulders and started to wiggle him out the back seat.

"Reagan! Get out of there!" Jamie heard Renzulli call.

"Help me Sarge!" Jamie called back, struggling to get Hector's legs through with his injured arm.

"Reagan!" Renzulli called angrily, nevertheless coming to help.

In seconds they had the man out of the car and Jamie wrapped the man's arm around Jamie's shoulders and dragged him as far he could.

Then the car exploded.

"You need to stop coming here like this," Linda scolded as she cleaned the cut on Jamie's head.

"I'm telling you, Linda, I'm FINE," Jamie insisted.

"You nearly blew yourself up right after you get out of the hospital for being shot," Linda replied.

"But I'm FINE!" Jamie insisted. "No concussion, nothing's broken, nothing's fallen off of me."

"We'll see about that concussion thing," Linda said, eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh come on! There's no concussion. I could walk out of here right-" Jamie let out a whimper when he tried to stand up too fast. "Maybe a tiny concussion."

"That's what I thought," Linda said with a smirk.

"Knock knock," Danny said before walking into the examination room.

"You called Danny?" Jamie complained.

"Yes I did. There's no way you're driving yourself home tonight."

"But I don't have a concussion!"

"Okay then. So if I do this..." Linda smacked her fist on the table and watched Jamie wince. She turned to Danny. "Make sure he takes his meds and wake him up every two hours."

"Okay, babe," Danny said, leaning in for a kiss.

As they kissed right in front of him, Jamie let out a phrase he'd been using a lot lately.

"Oh, come on!"

Hector lay in his hospital bed, thinking about the hours before.

Jamie had touched him and helped him and held him and talked to him.

He knew he couldn't do a night at the hospital. He didn't want people who knew him to see him.

So he ripped out his IV, changed into his plain clothes, and climbed out the window.

He was gone.

A/N: Kinda threw a bit of humor there...sorry for not updating and stuff. Feel free to check out my other BB story "Haunted."

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