I left you nothing, Lis :p

Scott feels like a little boy, trapped and out of control. But it was that feeling that allowed him to not resist Hope's comfort. Feeling her fingers run through his hair, his eyes remain closed, though several more tears escape. Her voice and touch were soothing, and he begins to relax, trying to forget about the evening, if only for a short while. In the morning, his experience at the hospital would be foggy. But the recollection of the thugs in his house would always be vivid.

After finding one of the doctors, Jason questions him about Scott, and they're informed that while the wound itself wouldn't cause the hospital to keep him any longer than overnight, it was his weak condition that had made the doctor decide to keep him at least two days.

Wandering back to the room, Jason looks in the open door, and sees Hope, and how calm Scott seemed to be right now.

She's good. I suppose we should find out how long she's staying so we know what we need to do.


Continuing to work, Rick is finally able to sew up the bullet holes in their patient. While he was dedicated to keeping anyone alive, this man would stay in the holding cell. He might have been a patient, but he was also an Elite prisoner.

Cleaning up, Rick wipes his hands on a towel and looks down at the man after he and Misty were able to get him on the cot. "We can get him another shirt from the closet upstairs," he muses. "I'm keeping his belt and shoes though so he doesn't have anything to hit or strangle somebody with."

Alec's eyes pop open halfway. There were voices he didn't recognize. He felt like he'd been drugged. Maybe he had. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was their target going ballistic. Jaxon... had he been shot too? What had happened to their target? What was this place?

He felt almost like he was moving underwater. Everything was kind of blurry, and his movements felt lethargic. His gaze slowly moves to the door and he sees bars on the small window. The walls were concrete... it was a small room with hardly anything in it. It wasn't a hospital... it wasn't an Agency medical room. Oh no.

Desperate, Alec gives a groan and tries to sit up, though only makes it halfway before rolling onto the floor. The sedative hadn't fully worn off yet, and his legs felt like rubber.

"Whoa, whoa." Rick is quick to move in, trying to get him back up onto the cot.

"Leave me alone," Alec mumbles, his speech slightly slurred. "Let me go."

"I can't do that."

"You can't keep me here." Alec struggles against Rick's force, but his own weakness makes it difficult, as does the pain in his chest and shoulder.

"Actually, we can." Rick forces the man back down into the cot, holding him down. He glances to Misty with annoyance. "Why can't we ever have an easy case?" he grumbles. Looking down at the patient, his eyes narrow. "What's your name."

"Shove it."

"Oh, nice."

"Get off of me!" Alec tries to push Rick off, but it's no use. All he does is break out into a sweat, his body under so much strain.

Rick shakes his head. "Misty, get another sedative. I don't have time for this. Reese can deal with him later."


Ryder crumples up the wrapper from his sub and tosses it across the kitchen, landing it in the waste basket. Wandering to the front window, he peers out onto the street. There were lights everywhere. A car passed. A horn honked somewhere. Another car passed. A streetlight made it impossible to see the night sky clearly. He missed the open space of home already.

Ambling back to the living room, he takes up his place on the couch once more, trying to sit in such a way that his shoulder didn't hurt. Henry jumps up with him, now even more his friend after Ryder had fed him supper.

Ryder flips on the tv, unfamiliar with the shows, and finding it difficult to land on something of interest. He wanted to stay up though so he'd know when Katie got back, if she was even coming back tonight.