Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Third Watch characters. The only characters I own are: Melissa Caffey, Chris Caffery(he's the guitarist for TSO, and Melissa's boyfriend, but I don't own him in real life), Rose, and any other character you may not recognize in later chapters.

I wrote this story because I hated the way they killed Bobby, and I wanted to change that.

Chapter 1

Kim sat there by his bed, she couldn't believe he had survived being shot. Her best friend Bobby, who she loved, had been shot by his once best friend Paulie. She was there, she saw it happen, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

'How could this happen?' She thought.

Why didn't she try to stop Paulie from shooting Bobby, or why didn't she stop Bobby from getting rid of the stupid drugs? God, she could be so foolish sometimes. What was she thinking? The thing was, she hadn't been thinking. She was only thinking of her own safety after Paulie shot Bobby.

She took Bobby's hand in hers.

"Please Bobby, wake up." She whisperes.

He couldn't die now. Not after he came through the shooting and then surgery. She needed him here because she loved him. She thought back on something he once told her. It was not long after they first met.

Bobby told her that he had been married and that he had a little girl. His wife had died and he gave his daughter up because of his job. Three days ago Kim found out that Bobby's daughter was looking for him, but she didn't have the heart to tell him. Now he might never get to see his child again. Why had she been so stupid?

'Kim you are so stupid.' Her thoughts interrupted.

"Bobby, there's something I need to tell you."

She felt him give her hand a weak squeeze.

"I love you, please don't leave me."

He squeezed her hand again, a bit harder this time. Did he really hear her, or was she imagining things? Even if he didn't hear her, at least she told him that she loved him. She had been meaning to tell him this for a long time, but she wasn't sure if she had really loved him. It took him nearly dying for her to realize that she couldn't live without him in her life.

"I have one more thing I need to tell you."

She waited for him to squeeze her hand, but he didn't. She knew she must have imagined him squeezing her hand before. But she still knew she had to tell him his daughter was looking for him.

"Bobby, your daughter is looking for you."

Nothing, no response. She let go of Bobby's hand and curled up on the chair. She closed her eyes and drifted into a fitful sleep.