She hated having to wait in the hospital bed. Again. She slightly loathed Elliot and Olivia just a bit. It was their fault she was in here. If only they hadn't gone into her apartment in the first place, she would be nice and safe eating a bowl of cereal. Then again, she would have never known she was being watched by somebody. She did have a right to be grumpy at the duo, though. She wished that was the only thing she could be upset at them about.

There was someone else out there that wanted to kill her. It wasn't as if she hadn't been in this situation before. This would actually be the third time she would be in a hospital, wondering if a doctor was going to smuggle her with a pillow. It was one of the perks of the job. That wasn't the part that upset her in the situation.

She was upset because the detectives didn't think she could handle the information. When something like that comes to light, she should be the first one to know. It is her life. Did the detectives think she was too frail to handle the information? She could handle herself.

She sighed. She shouldn't over think it. She was over thinking it way too much. They were doing everything in their power to keep her safe. She should thank them. She would wait to be upset when the situation blows over.

Now she just needed to figure out something to do. There was never anything exciting in the hospital. She wondered if Rose Trudeau would come and rescue her from her misery. Did the woman even know she was back? She just wanted something somewhat exciting to happen.

Elliot groaned. He was upside down, thanks to his seatbelt. He body hurt. He felt sticky in places. When he slightly moved, he would feel a stinging sensation when he moved.

How the hell did that happen? Sure, maybe he was speeding a little bit. The siren was on. He was in a cop car. It was an emergency. Casey's life could depend on it. He mind told him that he should get out of the car and run the rest of the way. He was a fast runner. He could do it.

However, his body wanted nothing more than for him to close his eyes. He took a deep breath. That sounded good. His eyelids started to fade.

He could hear sirens and screaming. He shook his head. No. He couldn't fall asleep. Not yet. There was still a person out there who wanted to kill Casey.

"Hi. I'm looking for Casey Novak? What room is she in?"

The receptionist smiled at the visitor, and pointed down a hallway.

"You have wonderful timing. She just checked in about a half an hour ago. I'm sure she would love having a visitor."

Olivia went down the road as fast as she possibly could. Her thoughts were a mixture of panic and hatred of Felix Winslow. She could only imagine Casey helpless in her hospital bed. If somebody wanted to kill her, Casey probably wouldn't be able to defend herself. Backup units from all over Manhattan were on their way to detain their mysterious assassin. As she raced down the road, she listened to Fin explain to her the code.

"It's a very specific code, but it's simple," Fin explained, "The item mentioned will represent a specific person. In this case, it's ginger,"

"Ginger is supposed to be Casey, I take it" Olivia finished. That part was easy to figure out. Casey was a red-head after all. She didn't need Fin to explain that section to her. Plus, she was the one who bad been put in so much danger in the past week.

"The important in codes like these is the location. The location is what gives us the most specific information. It gives us the crime and place."

Olivia nodded, sighing.

"What's grocery store supposed to be?" She asked, not wanting to know the answer. She didn't need it to be explained, though.

"In messages like these, I'm going to the grocery store really means I'm going to kill that person at the hospital."

Olivia pressed her foot harder on the pedal. She wasn't about to let anybody murder her ginger.

Casey stared up at the ceiling, and sighed. She wondered if a day had gone by yet. Probably not, because she hadn't been given any food yet. Not that she was the slightest bit hungry. The only good thing about hospital meals was that they gave a good indication of how much time passed by.

"You know, it would be very easy for someone to kill you right now," a familiar voice greeted her. Casey felt chill go up her spine. She instantly thought back to the fact that her life was in danger. She snapped her head towards the door of the room.

"Chell!" She exclaimed. The young intern smiled at her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ms. Novak!" the intern exclaimed. Casey breathed out a sigh of relief. The threat of danger seemed to disappear into thin air. "I was just musing to myself…that was a horrible thing for me to say! Why did I say that?"

Casey couldn't help but chuckle at the girl's empty headedness.

"Don't crowd the doorway," Casey commanded. She gestured for her intern to come closer to her, "I'm not contagious. You can get near me."

The girl gave her a giddy nod, and rushed over to her side. She rushed almost too quickly. Casey sighed.

The girl was no threat.

"I brought you some food," Chell offered her. Casey watched as the intern reached into her bag, and brought out a small container of what Casey imagined was soup. She laughed a little bit.

"I'm not that hungry now, but thanks."

Yes, she was sure that Chell provided no threat to her life.

"Liv!" Fin exclaimed. Olivia slammed on the breaks.

In the middle of the road was a gigantic accident. A group of cars were scattered about.

But there was one particular car that caught her eye. She recognized the license plate.

"Elliot," Olivia murmured. A fear for her partner's wellbeing raced throughout her mind. He couldn't be hurt. He just couldn't be. She wanted nothing more than to jump out to her partner's side, make sure the man was okay. But she knew she'd be risking Casey's safety if she did.

"Liv, you can hear ambulances coming towards here," Fin said, trying to comfort her, "Listen. We can't worry about Elliot right now. He can take care of himself. Casey can't."

Olivia sighed. She knew the man was right. As much as it pained her, she had to make it to the hospital as quickly as she could.

"We have to take the long way," she sighed. It would cost them an extra fifteen minutes, if they were lucky. She just hoped that Casey had that much time to spare.

Casey had been enjoying herself, talking to the intern. She compared Chell to a puppy. She was loyal, energetic, and eager to please.

"So you're really the mastermind behind the prank in my office?" Casey asked her. The girl nodded quickly.

"I'm sorry," Chell sighed, "I was just so excited at the opportunity to possibly get to impress you, Ms. Novak!"

Casey's grin grew. Never, in all of her life, had there been a better time for an intern to suck up to her.

"You're too kind," Casey said. She was trying to be honest.

"But it's true! You are good at everything. You have one of the highest conviction rates for prosecutors in the state, you're really good at pranks, you're pretty, and you're one of the best catchers I've ever seen! I want to be just like you!"

Casey smiled. At that moment in time, she was as pale as a ghost, she nearly died multiple times, her foot looked like it was created by doctor Frankenstein, and she would be stuck in the hospital for a little bit. It was Chell's compliments that boosted her pride.

Casey yawned. She hadn't had a lot of energy since this whole ordeal began.

"As much as I am enjoying this conversation, I think I'm going to sleep," Casey said. Chell nodded.

"Oh! Of course! I'll get right out of your hair!"

Casey smiled, and closed her eyes.

"Goodbye, Chell."

"Sleep well, Ms. Novak."

She was able to stay awake just long enough to hear Chell hum a tune as she walked out. Casey knew the tune she was humming. It seemed odd coming from Chell's lips.

She was asleep before she could think about it more. She would be asleep as man walked up in the parking lot, holding a gun. She would be asleep as he walked in the building, and asked the receptionist for the lawyer's room. She would be asleep as he made his way towards his pray.

She didn't know how long she was asleep before she awoke to the sound of a gunshot.

She shot out of her bed. Had she heard that right? How long had she been out? She looked at the clock on the wall. She was only asleep five minutes. Maybe she was being paranoid. She was slightly sleep deprived. It might have been a nurse dropping something.

But the sound came again. Another shot. More screaming.

She clenched her fists. She had just awoken into a scene of complete and total chaos.

It was the chaos caused by a person hired to kill her.

Thank youRanowa Hikura, hanfan26, Tennessee Vaughn Williams, Sister of the Light, Ray25, W.S.C. Magica De Spell, and Zenestra for reviewing. Sorry it took a bit of a while. I had it done before Monday. Honestly, I did. However, I'm an idiot and forgot that Word doesn't automatically save documents for you. This chapter was originally a bit longer, but I got it mostly back to where it was.

You didn't think I would reveal the hired assassin that quickly, did you? Thank you for reading, lovelies! We're in the stretch!

Fayth