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I sucked in a deep breath, letting his heat seep into me as I snuggled close. He was here. And he wasn't hurt, from what I could see. "Sean!"

"He's okay," a new voice answered.

I looked up and saw David crouched near Fremont. "Where did you..." My mind was spinning.

"He's with me," Static said, pointing at David. He stood, pulling me to my feet before swinging me up into his arms.

The world tilted on its axis. "Don't do that," I murmured.

"Sorry, Sugar."

"Ambulance is outside the garage," David said. "Have them look her over." He shot me an apologetic look. "I'm going to have to take you all into the station."

"It was fucking self-defense, Torres," Static snapped at him.

"I'm aware of that," he replied in a wry tone. "But we have to do this by the book. A district attorney is dead. We need to do everything following protocol so that neither Gwen, you, nor any of your men end up in trouble for any of it. Please, trust me. I'll take care of you guys."

I laid my head on Static's chest, fighting off the sleep that kept wanting to come. I was freezing, and in pain, but I was alive. I was grateful. "My son," I whispered.

"I'm taking you to him now, Gwen," Static told me, brushing a kiss on my head.

"Thank you for coming for me," I told him.

He chuckled. "Gwen, nothing will ever keep me away when you need me."

"I love you."

"Love you, too, Sugar. There you go."

Lifting my head, I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Sean sitting on the edge of an ambulance, Scythe next to him. They were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors, one-handed in Sean's case.

Static set me next to Sean and I hugged him close. I met Scythe's gaze. "Thank you for helping us."

"Thank you for trying to help me, Little Mama," he replied with a grin.

I gave a soft laugh when Static reached out and snagged an EMT who was rushing past by the back of the shirt. The man flailed as he tried to keep his feet while his momentum was thrown off.

"Direct orders from Officer Torres to check her out," Static barked at the man.

The EMT gave me a confused look, but as soon as he saw my face he winced and approached. "What happened?"

"Hit my chin on the ground," I told him.

"Her hand needs to be looked at, too," Static added as the EMT began to poke and prod at my face.

"I might end up with a matching cast," I told Sean with a smile.

He leaned his head on my shoulder and watched as the EMT patched me up. It took some time, but eventually he left, telling me I'd be fine with rest and pain killers.

David approached as cars began to clear out of the opening of the parking garage. "Are you feeling up to giving a statement?" he asked me.

I nodded, careful not to jostle my already sore head, and said, "Yeah. I can do that."

"Can't it wait?" Static asked at the same time.

"Yeah, look at her," Scythe added.

I glared at him and he coughed and looked away. "I'd like to get this over with," I replied.

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