AN: Its a short filler chapter, but important because you can see a bit more about Molly. Please review.

You pull your blonde hair back into a messy bun, taking in a deep breath as you listen to the brief report provided to you by the charge nurse. From the first few words, you already know your patient is gravely injured. Anytime someone is shot, it is dangerous, when they are shot in the head it's an entirely different ballgame. Most of the time, you cannot save them, however, it does not mean you won't try. Yet, if they have already coded twice before even arriving at the hospital, you briefly consider paging your intern to come down- this can be a learning experience for him. He nearly killed your last patient, this one is pretty much gone, he really cannot hurt her...

And you hate that you have to think like this, but it is reality. A sad one, but reality. This is a teaching hospital, and your intern desperately needs to learn, this might be the best opportunity. You were so close to paging him when the nurse added a tiny bit of pertinent information.

"Molly, she's FBI." Sally looks at you and shakes her head. "She's been shot in the head, already coded twice." You nod, you had already known that, and were pretty sure Sally had told you as soon as you had walked down. She was just saying it again. The two of you had worked together long enough that she had probably read your mind about paging the intern..

Police, SWAT, FBI, anytime an injured law enforcement officer came in, your heart broke, because normally if you were being paged it was not good news. It was defiantly not good news for this agent, that you already knew.

You hear the sound of the elevator bing and looked up to see paramedics come rushing down the hallway, pushing a gurney. Trailing right behind them was a stern but worried looking man with the letters FBI standing clear out on his vest. You knew immediately it was probably her partner. Social work would have to get a hold of him, you didn't have the time to focus on him.

Your team gets to work instantly, everyone doing their job, knowing their place, and you do yours. You focus on the injured woman in front of you.

Crap. You didn't need to even look at vitals to know she was in very bad shape. With tender fingers, your gently examine the entrance wound and start thinking of what, if any, treatment would be available to her.

"Honey," You begin softly talking to her. "My name is Dr. Elizabeth Molly, I am a neurosurgeon here at the hospital. I am not sure if you can hear me, but in case you can, I am going to take care of you." You promise. "There is a scary looking gentleman here with you, I am guessing your partner? I will keep him up to date, okay? All I need you to do is keep fighting."

As long as she keeps fighting, you will keep fighting for her.