Alright episode 4
It's our house. You gotta be invited. You're not. Good-bye. You need to back off, Charlie. What are you? Deaf and dumb? Door, use it. You need to stop now.
Charlie pushed him in retaliation)
See told you!
(Charlie, you're assaulting a cop. How dumb is that?
Charlie pushed him again Mike and Charlie began fighting)
GET HIM LUKE
(MCS, unit 25! Signal 10-13 inside at engine 29! - Officer assaulted! - Back off! - All right, all right, all right. - Back off. All right, what now? Charlie, come on, guy. It's cool. Just let it ride. It's cool. Well, you got about 20 seconds. Screw you. I don't know about you, but I don't go that way.
Charlie punched him,
Son of a bitch! - Get off him! - Charlie! Stay out! - Come on, Charlie! - Get off! MCS, unit 25, signal 10-13. Request assistance! Break it up. Don't put your hands on.)
Who won the fight?
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(Logan winced as he turned to accept his trousers from Wheeler, pain shooting from a myriad of damaged muscles, straight to his head. He shook out his pants and tried to screw up the courage to bend and pull them on.
"We've only just moved in together," a voice said with stern humor from the open hospital door, "and already my man is sitting on a bed in his underwear with another woman handing him his pants."
Logan grunted as his quickly indrawn breath played havoc with badly bruised ribs.
K
hara
Clutching his pants, he grimaced, smarting at the cruel sting from his cut lip. He was a mess from the beating he took in the Fire Station and it felt like everything hurt no matter what he did.
Khara swept around the end of the hospital bed, looking elegant in a well-tailored suit, her hair smoothed back into what, she told him this morning, was called a French knot. Framing his face with her hands, she looked intently into his eyes, a frown marring her face.
"I'm okay," he said, trying to reassure her with a smile. "Sore. But okay."
She pulled back and looked him up and down, then glared at him as if she had plenty to say but didn't trust herself to start. Instead, she turned to face Wheeler who was clutching a tray of coffee cups as if it were a shield.
Carolyn held out her hand. "I'm Khara Stevens, newly-appointed Assistant to the Chief of D's.)
NEW WHAT
MOM
(You must be Wheeler."
Wheeler relinquished one edge of the tray and placed her hand hesitantly in Carolyn's, uncomfortable with the situation. Her eyes were wary and her mouth hesitant, but Khara was back to skewering Logan with her gaze. She placed her palm against his face, her thumb gently touching his cut lip.
"This is what happens when you don't have me to watch your back anymore," she said softly, and Logan frowned, tossing a warning look to Wheeler.
"I'm sure your partner did all she could," Khara conceded, "but at least I managed to keep you out of fights in the first place. What were you thinking, Mike?"
"Maybe you can manage to keep him in hospital then," Wheeler said, finally asserting herself. "I organized a room so that they can keep him under observation but he insists on checking himself out."
Khara smiled at her. "You can scold Mike, you can bust his chops, but you don't bother trying to make him do something he doesn't want to do. Isn't that right, darling?"
