Eliza lifted her bloody arm, surprised it didn't hurt. "Flesh wound." A warm trickle ran down her arm.

"Stop moving it. You're making it bleed again." Carter moved to the other side of the gurney and placed fresh gauze to her arm.

"My hero." He certainly was more gorgeous then any of the doctors who came in to help.

"A hero wouldn't have let anyone get close enough to hurt you."

Eliza opened her eyes, not aware that they had closed. "You couldn't have known. Don't blame yourself."

The door to the exam room opened and Dean walked in. Eliza remembered seeing him briefly before Carter arrived at the house. "Hey."

Dean winked. "How's the patient?"

"They have good drugs here. I don't know why people go to the street looking for them."

"She's feeling better," Carter said for her.

"I am."

"Your man, Russell is outside. I told my uniform he could go."

"Tell me the shooter is dead." Carter said.

Eliza heard the venom in her husband's voice.

"Have a seat, counselor."

Carter took Deans advice and started asking rapid-fire questions. "Do we know who she is? Was she working for Sanchez?"

"We know who she is, and no, she doesn't know anything about Sanchez."

The drugs must be really working, because Eliza was having a hard time following the conversation.

"What?"

"Here is what I know. The shooter is Michelle Sedgwick. Name mean anything to you, Eliza?"

She shook her head. "Wait, Sedgwick?"

"Yeah. Sedgwick is a rich old guy dating one of your clients." Dean added air quotes around the word clients. "Miss Sedgwick is a misguided rich girl, but she isn't a hit man. She told us she was looking for her cell phone in your yard."

"Why is her phone in our yard?" Carter asked.

"She dropped it there last week. Apparently, she and her siblings decided to spy on you after her grandfather started seeing a younger woman. They thought if they could find some way to blackmail you, you'd stop their grandfather from marrying the woman you set him up with."

"Blackmail me? With what?"

"They didn't think that far. And obviously their time at the university was spent drinking instead of going to class for an education. Michelle doesn't know anything about you outside of Alliance."

"Bullshit. I don't believe it. Why did she have a gun?"

"Zod. Apparently she lost the phone when Zod found her in the bushes. She tossed her shoe at him and ran."

Eliza remembered the week prior when Russell showed them the tapes of Zod barking in the yard. Eliza didn't question the chewed up shoe Carter told her he tossed in the trash. She assumed he tossed both of them.

"She told us she had a gun to scare the dog and get her phone and run. I've questioned her, and I think she's telling the truth."

"Why would she risk coming back at all if she knew an attack dog was there? That doesn't make sense."

"She said something about her grandfather announcing his engagement, and how if anyone did anything remotely scandalous, he'd remove them from his will. If her phone was found in your yard..."

Carter growled. "She still shot my wife. Could have killed her."

"That isn't being disputed. She admitted squeezing the trigger. She said she pointed it at the dog. Not that it matters."

"Sedgwick said his kids were clueless, spoiled rotten. I assumed his grandchildren were younger."

"Just out of college, apparently."

How sad. "How bad is she hurt?"

"Zod took a couple bites out of her legs. He doesn't alter his attack for sneakers, apparently."

Eliza felt a smile tug at her lips. "Is Zod okay? He wasn't shot was he?"

"No. Zod's fine."

"If she's not the hit man, then someone is still out there," Carter pointed out.

Eliza didn't want to think about that.

"Why do you say that?" Dean asked Carter.

Carter told him about the call from his dad...about the hit.

"That's odd."

"Why?"

"Earlier tonight Mrs. Sanchez talked with me from a station in San Francisco. Apparently, her husband directed her to give orders for a hit. Instead, she went to the cops, asked for their protection, and turned her husband in."

"What? Why?"

"Your statement to the press humbled her, the way you protected her children at your expense. Between Mrs. Sanchez's testimony and the brawl in the prison tonight, Sanchez is going to be in a very dark hole for a very long time. He won't fart without me knowing about it. He's virtually cut off from the world."

"Did she tell anyone else about her husband's request?"

Dean shook his head. "Not that I know of."

"Someone heard something at the prison, spread the news to my father," Carter said.

"Could have been one of the guards listening in, reading between the lines." Dean glanced at the two of them. "Sanchez spoke exclusively with his wife. But you can bet I'll find every person Sanchez has spoken to in the past six months. James is on his way north now. We'll know soon if the threats are behind you."

Maybe it was the drugs, or maybe this was what hope felt like. But could it be that hiding and looking over her shoulder was over?

"It's over?"

"Let's wait and see how all the pieces land, but it looks that way to me, Lisa."

Dean's use of her first name made her skin tingle.

Please let it be over.

Two hours later, Carter drove her home at a pace slower than a snail.

It was nearly dawn when he carried her to their room. Once there, he helped her into a pair of clean pajamas and tucked her into bed. "Do you have everything you need?"

"Yes, Nurse Carter," she teased.

He grinned and then bit his lower lip. Moisture gathered behind his eyes in an unexpected wave of emotion.

"Hey." Seeing him tear up made her heart flip in her chest and her eyes well.

"I thought I was going to lose you. I came around the corner, saw the police..." He dropped his head in her lap and she heard him sniffle. She'd never seen him cry.

She smoothed the back of his head with her hand, calming him. "I'm not dead...nowhere close."

"I love you. I thought you were dead, and I hadn't told you how much I love you."

Tears did start to fall down her cheeks.

When he lifted his head to look at her, she cradled his face in her palm. "I love you, too."

He kissed her palm, and she swiped away a tear ready to drip off his jaw.

"Don't ever leave me," he pleaded.

Her heart swelled in her chest as everything she ever wanted to hear spilled from his lips. "Husband and wife forever?"

"Forever might not be long enough." His blue eyes danced with hope.

"Forever is all I have, Hollywood."

Careful with her arm, he kissed her then. She sighed into his touch and knew everything would work out for the two of them. "Forever it is."

Samantha sat beside her father's bed and dozed off. The cold, stale coffee didn't work and the steady beep of the machines lulled her to sleep. Blake had left the room to call home, and a police escort sat outside the room keeping watch.

She hadn't seen her father in years, not since his incarceration. Her emotions were all over the place. Equal parts hate and love entered her heart when she thought of him...of all he'd done to their family. But seeing him near death did one thing life never could. It brought forgiveness.

If he could wake long enough to hear her forgive him, maybe he could find some peace. According the guards on duty at the jail, her father and Sanchez had fought. Her father wasn't a violent man, and she couldn't imagine what provoked it.

Sanchez had a knife...a homemade one inmates often assembled inside prison walls.

Her father suffered a dozen stab wounds to his torso, one had nicked a major vessel below his heart. He died twice in surgery as the surgeons attempted to repair the damage. Harris survived. And according to the doctors, he might just make it if he could manage through the next twenty-four hours. Well, eighteen at last count.

Something squeezed her hand and Sam bolted awake. "Dad?"

He squeezed it again, and she bit her lip as new tears welled.

"Dad?"

Harris blinked a few times, and the monitors above him started to speed up.

"Samantha?" he managed to ask.

"Shhh, you had surgery. You're in the hospital." Never mind he hadn't seen her in years. Never mind he wasn't in a jail cell at the moment.

His gaze met hers and his mouth gaped open. "Sammy."

Samantha brushed tears away with the back of her hand and smiled. "I'm here, Dad."

"I'm sorry. S-so sorry."

"I know."

His eyes drifted close again. "I love you," he whispered.

She sobbed then and truly prayed he'd make it through. "I love you, too, Daddy."

Dean cradled the phone to his ear and cemented his assumptions.

"I can't prove it and I wouldn't work too hard at this point," Cash told him.

"Family loyalty?" Dean asked.

"I'm not loyal to my brother-in-law. If he was behind the rumors there won't be anything traceable. He's not sloppy. Besides, the last time I checked the books, telling a bully someone is after them isn't against the law."

Dean had uncovered the truth behind the "hit" on Eliza. Harris had been given a note that Sanchez was after his daughter's friend and that Samantha's life was in danger. Apparently, the father gene hadn't skipped Samantha's father altogether, and he opted to engage Sanchez in a fight. Of course, Harry ended up in the I.C.U. and Sanchez ended up in solitary...but that had been the goal. Funny how when pushed to a wall a parent would die to protect, or avenge, their child.

"Who else can reach inside a prison and never be detected?" Dean was sure Max was behind the rumors. His only concern now was what Max would want from Carter and Eliza in return.

"Sanchez is isolated, won't see daylight for years. And Eliza is safe. It's over, detective."

Perhaps Max wanted to protect his family. Some people did change. Harris Elliot had.