Keys jangling was the first thing Ed Tate heard as he started to return to conciencness. With a groan Ed slowly opened his eyes.

“Ed? Its Walter,can you hear me?”Attwood asked softly as he knelt next to the small sofa in his office,”Just lie still the ambulance is on its way.”

Ed shook his head as he struggled into a sitting postion,”No,no hospital. I’m fine.”

A hand gripped his shoulder forcing him back down,”You have a hard head,Tate,but not that hard.”Tom replied with a grim smile,”If the glass in the lab doors hadn’t been reenforced we both would have gone through it.”

As his mind recognized Daniels’s voice memories came flooding back. Kelly.
Sloan’s pregnancy.
Her ransacked apartment.
The blood on the floor.

Ed lept to his feet his hands gripped around Tom’s throat as he forced the FBI agent against the far wall.

Stiffling a sigh Walter Attwood grabbed Tate’s right shoulder and non-too-gently yanked him back several feet,”Ed this......”

Tate ignored him shaking off the wave of dizziness that had crept up. The young doctor took several steps toward Daniels,eyes blazing.

Attwood stepped between the two men once again. “Have you forgotten that he just saved your life,Tate?”

“He killed Sloan.”Ed said coldly.

“Do you have proof?”Walter asked,”For that matter do you have proof of Sloan’s death?”

“No he doesn’t,”Tom finished quietly,”Sloan was alive when I left her.”