Kerry lay in an unfamiliar hospital bed. The sheets felt wrong, the room smelled wrong, and it wasn't light enough. She was about to climb from the bed when the crazy blonde hair of Kim poked itself into the room, followed by the rest of her body. "Don't move a muscle Kerry Weaver."

Kerry looked up, "Me?"

As she slowly inched herself back onto the bed Kim put a hand on one of her feet for a moment, "I can see you inching."

"I can't stand it Kim."

Kim shifted from foot to foot. "You'll be better than new Ker..."

"I'm not contagious you know Kim. I'm just bitchy..." Kerry held out a hand and Kim took it as she placed a kiss on Kerry's lips. "Better... Now, what happened? They rushed me off like I was some... what was it? A bomb, the heater exploding?"

"Who was it."

Kerry frowned, "What?"

"The better question would be who. Derek Fossen. He left a note. It rambled on about deciding that shooting those who took his son, while his first choice, wouldn't be enough. He wanted everyone to feel his pain."

"Who is he?"

Kim closed her eyes, "The child that I and... and Mark removed from his father. He got, lucky... and he hit some oxygen tanks, as well as the support structure, and ABC7 is saying that he had flammable liquid in his car. I think they're still working on exactly what happened."

"It wasn't an accident?" Kim shook her head, "Who... who died? I heard... I'm going to assume, the way you said his name that Mark was indeed one of them?"

Kim nodded, "Kerry, you should..."

Kerry pulled her hand away from Kim's, "It's a broken leg Kimberly Legaspi, do you know how long I've been dealing with leg pain? Don't treat me like an imbecile, or a child.

Kim took a breath, "From the ER, your ER... Jing-Mei, Haleh, Lydia, Champs, and..." she closed her eyes, "And Randi..." Kerry's face went white and Kim mentally slapped herself, "I knew I shouldn't have told you. Damnit Kerry..."

Kerry gave her head a shake back and forth, "No, I'm okay... Wasn't Frank on the phone, by the desk? I think..." Kerry closed her eyes hard and didn't open them back up right away.

"Frank has a Guardian Angel it seems. He had a mild heart attack after the fact, but pulled through." Kim brushed a lock of Kerry's bangs off her forehead as the red head opened her eyes again, "You're going to see someone." There was absolutely no question mark at the end of Kim's sentence.

"Kim."

"Someone with a Psych in their title, followed by ologist or iatrist..."

"Kim..."

"I know that it doesn't seem like anything happened, but..."

Kerry grabbed the collar of Kim's shirt and pulled her down, shutting her up for a moment through the use of a very persuasive kiss.

"You two seem to kiss quite a lot, and in public..."

Kim straightened up and Kerry hid a smirk, "Enter the disembodied voice. Sandy you said?"

Sandy nodded, "Yes, Lopez. I just wanted to see how you were doing..."

Kim raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

Sandy smiled, "Well, it's a better thing to say than I came in here to see if Red was single wouldn't you say?" Sandy shrugged with a smirk of her own, "But, it looks like both of you will live, and it looks like she's taken."

"Very much..."

Sandy chuckled as she left the room, and Kerry glanced up at Kim, "Very much what exactly Kimberly?"

Kim pulled over a chair and sat. "Oh, I don't know, very much in love, very much in lust, you're very much mine, and I'm very much yours."

Kerry leaned her head back into the pillows, "I'm going to regret this."

Kim smiled, "Nah, I rarely break up with someone three times."

Fin - September 17th, 2006