Drew didn't like the fact that Rick was out there, every day, risking his life. He knew it was Rick's job, but he was scared that one day, Rick wouldn't come back to him. He was hoping that day wouldn't come so soon, though.

Rick had just started his shift when Drew heard the news.

A sniper had shot 2 cops while they were investigating a noise complaint. One cop was DOA, the other had extensive injuries to his neck and chest. He was being rushed into surgery when Drew walked out onto the floor, stopping at the nurse's station to look up at the TV screen.

"This just in, another officer has been shot by the sniper. It is being reported that Officer Gonzalez has been shot, and is currently en route to San Antonio Memorial."

"The sniper seems to be going after law enforcement officers."

"If you have any information, please contact the police."

Drew sighs, flinching a little as someone's hand falls onto his shoulder.

"Are you ok?" Kenny's voice rings out in the somber emergency room, as they wait to intercept Officer Gonzalez, pull her into their care.

"Yeah, Rick can handle himself. He'll be fine."

"I don't doubt you, man. Just, try to stay preoccupied, ok? I'm here if you need me." Kenny claps him on the back, then leaves to set up more trauma rooms.

Soon, Officer Gonzalez is pulled into the emergency room, and Rick steps in to help.

"36 female with gsw to the right leg and torso."

As Drew begins to work over the fallen officer, all he can think about is Rick. He knew that what he told Kenny was true, at least partially. Rick could handle himself. He had more combat experience than most guys out there. But that doesn't mean he'd be fine. They argued about it sometimes, that's how afraid Drew was.