There was a deafening silence over everyone. Even Anna and Andrew were standing stark-still. During the course of Dr. Rosen's discussion, he had secretly managed to remove the bullet from Gary and stop the bleeding. The bad part was that his heart was still slowing.

"Come on, Gary. Stay with me. Stay with me." Gary began to get more disconnected. He fought to keep his eyes closed.

"His heart's stopping! I need some paddles! I need…" he turned to look at Andrew, "electricity."

"I'll do it," Andrew said, approaching the body. "But I want your word that I will not go down for this. Anna, well… you can do what you want with her."

"I can't promise, but I will try."

Andrew nodded, bending over Gary's body. He placed his hand on the spot where Gary's heart was. He began pressing up and down, sending charges of electricity into Gary's heart much like a pair of paddles. He began to grunt in frustration.

"It's not working," Andrew said. "The electricity is leaving as quickly as it's going in. I can feel it. I need a continuous stream, with a lot of electricity."

He sent Dr. Rosen a look like that of a prison row inmate getting ready to die. Dr. Rosen lunged forward to pull Andrew's hand away from Gary, but it was too late. The hand became engulfed in a white electrical glow. Andrew was channeling every last bit of electricity in him into Gary.

He was sacrificing himself for Gary.

Now Dr. Rosen knew Andrew's thinking: he had killed a federal agent. No matter what Dr. Rosen did, he was going away for it, probably to death row. He knew how much Don Wilson had meant to the Alphas, so he figured he'd do one last redeeming deed to even the score. It was bold, courageous. It also assured that he wouldn't have to rot away in Binghamton, waiting for his inevitable execution.

The glow on Andrew's hand stayed for a moment, then it died out, and Andrew went limp, taking his final breath.

Gary sat up, rubbing his head. 'The signals, they're gone," he said joyfully.

Dr. Rosen wrapped around him in a hug. "The electricity temporarily overloaded the part of your brain that receives the signals. It's not permanent, but you've got a few days at best before they come back."

Police sirens came whirring down the road. A white cop car came to a stop in front of the house. A muscular cop stepped out of the driver's seat, handgun in hand. He approached Dr. Rosen. "Someone heard gunshots. What's going on here?"

Dr. Rosen was about to answer, but Gary stepped in front of him, wagging his DCIS badge in the cop's face.

"DCIS," he said. "You don't ask the questions. We're the only ones allowed to ask questions. We're above you."

The cop looked confused for a moment, but eventually got back in his car and drove away.

"Where's Cameron?" Gary asked.

"Right here." Cameron stepped out from behind the house.

Dr. Rosen was confused. "How did you get here?"

"I ran," Cameron said. "You took too long to get back to the office, so I got worried. I came here. Looks like I missed all the fun, though."

Gary walked over to Cameron, putting something in his hand. "The lady who owned this house did a lot of sewing. I found this in her fabric room."

Cameron looked at the object in his hand. It was a folded-up piece of fabric. He unfolded it, revealing a big G big enough to fit on Gary's back. He couldn't help but smile. This was Gary's way of saying that Cameron still had a promise to keep.

"You said that if I found a big G, you would sew it on a leather jacket for me. You promised."

Cameron nodded. "Lucky for you, I secretly bought a leather jacket for you. I'll go home and start sewing. Glad to see you're okay, Gary."

Gary smiled big enough to land a plane.

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The DCIS came and got Anna. They carted her off to Binghamton to spend her life in a cell. They also picked up the bodies of Andrew and Don Wilson. Wilson's memorial service was scheduled for a couple months later. At Dr. Rosen's request, they combined Wilson's and Andrew's burial. He did it as a quiet favor to the man who the man who saved his son.

Dr. Rosen walked Gary across the street back to his house. He knocked on the door, and Gary's mom answered. The look on Gary's and Rosen's faces must've been revealing, for she wrapped her arms around both of them in a family hug, the first one they had ever had.

Rosen and Gary's mom stayed downstairs to catch up, but Gary went upstairs to bed.

It was the first perfectly peaceful sleep he'd ever had.

We don't take no for an answer

There's no telling where we've been

Cause people don't understand, understand, understand

People don't understand

People like me.

THE END