Tucker drops the gun with his hands shaking. He trembles to the floor, rocking slowly.

Hank jumps into medical mode, staunching the flow of blood from the man's shoulder.

"O-Oh God…Dad, I'm sorry."

"Tucks," Caplin says, scooting towards him as he bleeds from the back of his head.

Caplin wraps his arms around the teen's shaking frame. "Shh... You did what you had to."

"Tucker," Marshal says, looking at the ceiling from the ground.

"Dad?"

"I'm sorry," His father mumbles before passing out.

"He's going to be fine." Hank says to Tucker.

"I've already called a bus," a deep voice says from the doorway.

Peter Burke is standing there, cell in hand.

"Peter." Neal says, smiling.

"Caffrey, how many times are going to pass before you get tired of me saving your ass?"

"Nah, you enjoy it too much."

Hank lets Neal takeover, pressing against the wound.

He checks on Evan, whose arm is wrapped around his ribs and face is scrunched in pain.

"Evan?"

"Henry," Evan says, squeezing his brother's hand in pain; all of the days seem to be hitting him suddenly.

Three ambulances show up, and Marshal is whisked away first.

Tucker and Caplin get in the second-together despite Tucker's arguing that he doesn't need medical treatment.

Hank and Evan get in the final one; Evan has to wear an oxygen mask, whining about how he's fine.

A day later…

Tucker and Evan have to stay in the hospital for several days.

Tucker visits his father a few times; the doctor tells him that the drugs caused a break in his father's mentality and that after he's treated he will have to report to a psychiatric facility.

Tucker is just about to drift to sleep when a light knocking on the door awakens him.

He smiles when he sees Libby standing in front of him. She has a few bruises on her face, but other than that she's fine.

She smiles back her worried smile.

He scoots over and pats the bed.

Libby crawls into it, sniffling and enjoying her boyfriend's embrace.

Tucker pulls away and traces the bruises on her jaw and her neck, frowning, but at the same time enjoying her soft skin under his fingers.

"He's going to be locked up for a while; I have complete control of our fortune," Tucker tells her.

"I don't care; I'm just happy your alive," she says with tear filled eyes.

For once Tucker is the one who starts leaking tears; he pulls her into his chest, sobbing as he enjoys the smell of her hair.

"I thought he had killed you," Tucker chokes out.

"You can't get rid of my craziness that easy." Libby says. She kisses him lightly and pulls him closer to her, praying that she would never have to let him go again. Then, if just for a moment, the world seemed okay again