Emily frowned at Anya. She was trying to flirt with Matt and it was pissing Emily off. Matt wasn't responding, but he wasn't discouraging her either.

Emily shot Anya a sweet smile and told her, "I'll have a look at your security." She gritted her teeth as she walked off.

While Emily checked over Anya's security, she gagged, listening to Anya attempt to get Matt to return the flirting.

When Anya asked him out, Emily could stand by no more. She walked back into the living room, a thunderous expression on her face.

"I think you can be really secure here," Emily told her.

"I'll just check the hall," Emily said glaring at Matt. The look on his face told her he'd realised why she was pissed.

Emily walked into the hall and slammed a fist into the wall, imagining it to be Anya Reed's face. A man further down the hall looked at her curiously, then shot her a leering smile. She fisted her hands on her hips, pulling her jacket back just enough to reveal a peek of her gun. The man shook his head and walked away.

Emily was pacing the hall when she was grabbed from behind. An arm wrapped around her throat, cutting off her air.

"Don't move Emily or I'll be forced to blow your brains out of your pretty head," a deep voice told her, pressing a gun against her temple.

Emily was struggling to breathe. Red dots were dancing through her vision. She wiggled, desperately trying to loosen the arm around her throat. She was just lifted off the ground, cutting her air supply off even more.

"You're going to stop investigating Anya Reed," the voice said, giving her a shake. She nodded her head as best she could.

"You leave Anya alone, we'll leave you alone. But don't worry we won't hurt her. We're on her side." Emily's eyes were huge.

Desperately Emily swung her legs up and kicked Anya's front door as hard as she could. She threw her weight backwards but to her horror, the guy didn't budge.

"Wrong move Emily," she was told. Her captor ran down the hall. He carried her into the elevator and just as the doors started to close, threw her with all his might.

Emily went flying. Her head hit the wall with a smash and she hit the floor with a bone rattling impact. Everything went black.

Matt heard something hit Anya's door with a crash.

"Stay here," he told her and drawing his gun, headed to the door. He opened the door and saw nothing.

He heard something thud down the hall and headed down there. He was shocked when he saw Emily lying on the ground limply, her head against the wall.

"Emily!" he shouted.

Emily heard her name shouted distantly. She let out a weak moan, overcome by the incredible pain in her head. She felt herself being rolled over and looked into Matt's eyes.

Matt felt sick when he looked at her. Blood was streaming from a gaping wound on the back of her skull. Another gash was bleeding sluggishly on her forehead. There was bruising appearing around her throat.

"Oh my god," he whispered in horror. "What happened Em?" she blinked and frowned.

"Threw me at the wall," she said hoarsely.

"Who?" Matt asked.
"The man on Anya's side," she told him. Matt looked surprised and confused.

Matt slipped an arm behind Emily's neck and supported her, drawing her close. He pulled out his phone.

"I'm just going to call Cheryl," he told Emily. She nodded and rested her head against his chest.

Matt listened to the phone ring, stroking Emily's back absently.

Cheryl scowled at the phone ringing on her desk. She'd been just about to leave. Sighing, she answered it.

"Caherrea," she answered crankily.

Matt opened his mouth to answer when Emily told him,
"Head really hurts." Cheryl heard this and frowned, it was Emily. Before she could say anything she heard Matt say,
"I know, Em, we'll get you out of here." There a was deep sigh then Emily said,

"He choked me." Cheryl was confused and a bit scared.

"Matt?" she asked.

"Cheryl," he said in relief.

"I need you to send an ambulance to Anya Reed's apartment. Emily needs medical attention. I also need someone to take Anya into questioning because I need to be with Em."

Cheryl sighed. "Tell me what happened Matt," she said wearily.

"I was inside Anya's apartment. Emily had gone outside to look around. She'd been gone a few minutes when I heard something hit Anya's door really hard. I went to see what it was but saw nothing. I heard another thud down the hall and went to see what it was. I found Emily unconscious on the floor. She said the man on Anya's side threw her against the wall. She has bad head wounds," Matt explained.

Cheryl was furious. "Take Emily back to Reed's apartment, do what you can for her. We'll send an ambulance and Frank and Duff will come get Reed," Cheryl said and hung up.

"Let's get you inside honey," Matt said to Emily and lifted her gently, cradling her against his chest. Emily slid an arm around his back, her hand clinging to the back of his shirt limply.

Matt walked back into Anya's apartment and she leapt out of nowhere.

"What happened? Did the stalker find me?" she asked him rapidly. Then she saw Emily. Her eyes narrowed jealously.

"Matt what's going on?" she asked furiously. Matt looked at her coldly.

"Emily was attacked and thrown at a wall. We're waiting for the ambulance and back up," he told her and carried Emily to the lounge.

Through the pain, Emily was smiling.

Matt sat down and wrapped his arms around Emily securely. She sighed and snuggled in.

"Em I need you to tell me exactly what happened," he said, smoothing her hair away from her pale face. She smiled weakly at him.

"I was pacing in the hallway when I was grabbed from behind. The guy wrapped his arm around my throat and cut off most of my breathing ability. He said don't move Emily or I'll be forced to blow your brains out of your pretty head." Emily felt Matt stiffen and raised a hand to his cheek. Anya was watching jealously.

"He put a gun against my temple. I tried to wiggle free because I couldn't breathe. He lifted me off the ground and made it worse. He told me to stop working the Anya Reed case and shook me. Then he said, if I leave Anya alone he'd leave me alone. Then he said not to worry he wouldn't hurt her, he was on her side. I was panicking so I raised my legs and kicked Anya's door. Then I tried to force him backwards but he didn't move. He said wrong move Emily then ran for the elevator with me. As the doors started to close he threw me and I hit the wall. The next thing I remember is seeing you."

Matt was practically vibrating with fury.

"Anya could you get Emily some water please?" he asked tensely. Anya nodded and walked out. Emily tilted his head down to hers and said,
"I love you Matt." The soft smile on her face melted his heart.

"I love you Emily," he replied with a chuckle. He kissed her gently.

Anya walked back into the lounge room to find Matt pulling back from kissing Emily. She was seething inside. He was supposed to be mine, she thought furiously.

She handed Emily the water and watched enviously as Matt helped Emily drink it.

"Sorry, also do you have a towel I could use to stop the bleeding?" Matt asked Anya gently. Anya nodded and walked out again.

"She's pissed," Emily told him weakly. Matt grinned.

"Yeah cause she missed out on such a good catch," Matt boasted and Emily slapped him weakly, grinning.

"This catch's heart has already been stolen," he told her and she beamed at him.

Anya walked back in and this time found Matt and Emily beaming at each other. If it was anyone other Matt it would have been sweet. But since it was Anya's crush it made it horrible. She handed Matt a cloth and Matt took it gratefully.

"Em honey I need you to lift your head so I can stop the bleeding," Matt said gently. Emily's eyes widened.

"Don't touch it, that'll hurt," she told him as she lifted it. Matt nodded and pressed it against the gaping wound that was bleeding freely on the back of her skull. Emily let out a cry of pain and Matt felt his heart tighten.

"I'm sorry Em," he said and she whimpered. Matt leant down and kissed Emily's forehead.

"This will be over soon," he told her.

There was a knock on the door. Anya went to answer it then there was a thud and Anya screamed as the door was kicked in. Matt started to chuckle. Anya stared at Frank and Duff in terror. They were in their combat gear with rifles in their hands.

"Where's Lehman and Flannery?" Frank yelled. Anya pointed a shaking finger towards the living room. Frank headed that way and Duff grabbed Anya's arm, dragging her with him.

"You guys okay?" Frank demanded. Matt was still grinning.

"I'm fine, Emily's not though," he told him. Frank's expression turned to one of concern.

"What happened?"

"Got thrown at a wall," she said shortly.

"Where's the pain worst?" he asked.

"Head," she told him. Frank walked over and Matt removed the towel to show him. Frank shot him a concerned look. Matt pressed the cloth back against Emily's head, her eyes rolled back and she went limp.

Matt eyes popped.

"Emily! Emily wake up! Come on sweetie," he pleaded.

Matt looked up at Frank fearfully as her eyes stayed closed, her slim body limp in his arms.