Just a random idea that I got. Not sure how it'll turn out.

It had happened very quickly, leaving Mackenzie very little time to react. She thought now, after it was over, that she should've fought harder. She'd been in Iraq. After everything she has seen and been through, this happens to her now.

Reaching for her purse, she finds her phone and unlocks it promptly. She's moved from a laying down position to a slumped over-leaning against the wall position.

She stared at it for a while, hoping that it would call someone for her. After a few moments, she let out a cry and threw it back in her purse.

She had to pull herself together and get home. She would be safe there. Pulling herself up off the ground, she dusted off the dirt that clung to her once clean clothes. She gathered her things and promptly walked out of the darkened ally.

Once she was home she looked at the damage. A few bruises here and there. Nothing she couldn't hide.

She quickly got changed for bed and crawled into it. Pulling the comforter up to her chin, trying to slow down the thoughts that ran through her mind. Her bedroom light was left on. While this comforted her, it also made it near impossible to sleep.

She knew that she shouldn't call him, but it had become their thing lately. Whenever they couldn't sleep they would call one another and talk until someone passed out. Usually it was Will calling and Mackenzie passing out first.

"Can't sleep?" Will's voice filled her ears.

"It seems to be a difficult task tonight." She sighed. The line was silent for a while.

"What's on your mind? You sound upset."

"I'm fine." Mackenzie lied. Tears fell down the sides of her face.

"You know you can talk to me, if something is bothering you,"

"I just need someone to talk too." She confessed. It came out a little more rough than she anticipated. Alerting Will to the fact that she was crying.

"Do you want me to come over?" He quickly put out his cigarette. He wasn't waiting for an answer.

"I'm fine."

"You keep saying that, but I don't believe you."

"You should."

"Did you forget that I know you well enough to know when you lie to me?"

She didn't say anything.

"Mac, I'll be there in 5 minutes."

Mackenzie didn't have time to respond. He had hung up on her after he told her of his plans. She knew that his was his way of stopping an argument or discussion. She would protest. And he wasn't accepting that from her. Not tonight.

Using the spare key, he let himself into her small apartment. He was confused by every light in the house turned on. He turned the lights off as he made his way to her bedroom. When he saw her, his heart broke. She was curled up in a ball, crying, still clutching her cell phone.

The door to her room was facing the foot I her bed, Will walked in and quickly made his way to the side of the bed she was facing.

"Kenzie?" He laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. She jumped and looked at him suspiciously for a moment. Then it hit her, it was Will in front of her. "What's wrong?"

"I-I..." She tried to talk, but her voice was overtaken with sobs. Her breathing was borderline hyperventilation. "I can't... you should... go..." She turned her head to him, picking it up off the pillow. He noticed the bruise on her neck, which alerted his senses to the marks on her wrist and he wondered where they came from.

"I am not leaving you." He stood up and walked over to her dresser, he emptied out his pocket. Wallet, change, cell phone, keys.

"Billy-" she cried. "I'm fine."

"Stop lying Mackenzie. You don't have to tell me what is going on, but there is no way in hell I'm leaving you alone after this." He flipped the light switch off, filling her whole apartment with darkness.

"No!" She sat straight up, holding her arm out to him. "Turn it back on," she started crying even harder.

"Mac, we will never fall asleep with the light on." He lifted the edge of the blanket and started to slide in.

"Please?" She was shaking. Still crying and still sitting up.

"Mac," he took a deep breath. This was not her normal behavior. Something was seriously wrong and he had to find out.

When she realize he was next to her, she grabbed his hand and held tightly. Tighter than she had ever held his hand. He pulled her down next to him so they were in a laying position.

"I'm right here." He soothed and she clung to his body.

"Please," she mumbled into his chest. "The lights,"

"Close your eyes." His hand rubbed up and down her back. "Nothing will happen while I'm here."

He felt her take a few deep breaths and finally relax in his arms.