She heard the shot and the ricochet…then the second shot and pain, everywhere at once…a strangled cry of "Eames!" She felt herself begin to fall…and then everything went black.

Jimmy Deakins looked up as someone came into the waiting room. He felt only a little relief when two of his detectives came into the room. Mike Logan had his arm in a sling. Carolyn Barek had a bandage on her forehead and a significant limp. "What the hell happened out there? A park full of cops and someone starts picking off my detectives? Did anyone see anything?"

Logan looked at Barek. Deakins never exploded like that. He stepped back half a step and let her start. She gave him a look that said she'd be getting him back for it. "We aren't quite sure what happened. We got there right after Goren and Eames did. Eames said the body was found in the bushes, by a couple walking in the park."

"Anyone ask what they were doing in the park that late?"

"I don't know, Captain," she admitted.

Logan couldn't help himself. "Somebody starts shooting at you, you don't stop and ask questions…you dive for cover…well, most of us do."

Barek kicked him with the heel of her shoe. Deakins frowned. "What are you talking about?"

Barek continued, "Goren was just getting ready to examine the body when the shooting started. Eames…got hit. She went down…"

She looked away. The scenes that followed still haunted her, and they would for a long time to come. So much blood...and it was the blood of cops. Logan shifted uncomfortably. Deakins looked at the two detectives. "And?"

Barek remained silent. Logan seemed to realize it was his turn, or the captain wasn't going to find out what went down, and that was not an option. As much as he resented Robert Goren, he wasn't sure he could have done what Goren had done, even for his partner. "Damn, Captain…Goren…I don't know…I know Eames is…" He trailed off for a moment, seeking the right word for what she meant to her partner and, failing to find it, he continued with his description of what had happened. "He grabbed her when she started to fall…there were more shots…" He looked around the room, running his hand over his hair. "I would do whatever I could to get my partner to safety, but he…he went beyond that because there was no way to get Eames to safety. He had to know where those shots were coming from. You know him; he would have figured it out."

When he paused, Deakins asked, "How do you know he knew, Mike?"

"Because he grabbed her and turned, Captain; he put himself between her and that sniper…and took at least two bullets…ones that would have hit her…" He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, wincing at the flare of pain from the bullet injury in his slinged arm. He met Deakins' eyes and with firm resolve, he said, "Those bullets would have killed her. He saved her life. We all saw that."

Deakins looked at Barek, who nodded. "He did save her life, Captain, and he put his on the line to do it."

Deakins ran a hand over his silver hair. He looked at his two injured detectives. "CSU just started their trajectory analysis. The only thing we know for sure is there's a cop killer out there. Two uniforms didn't make it, and we don't know about Goren and Eames yet." He paused. He didn't even want to consider the ramifications of that. "So we sit and wait…until we hear from CSU or the doctors."