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Summary: Robin and Patrick are the happiest they have ever been and falling more and more in love everyday. What happens when Robin's life is threatened and someone close to the both of them is at fault? How will Patrick cope and where will they go from here?

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Unexpected Betrayal

Chapter Ten: Daughters

He ran a tired hand down the length of his face as he walked down the hallway toward her room. The past few days had drained every once of energy from his body. If he wasn't at the hospital he was the police station hunting down the maniac who did this.

Almost half of the department was on the case, all searching for any lead but it seemed like they weren't getting anywhere. They had a few leads; a few possible witnesses and a distorted picture in their minds of how the accident happened, but nothing more. Everyone was on edge, wanting to solve this and bring whoever it was who hurt Robin Scorpio to justice. She had grown up in this town. Most of these people were there when she lost her parents and when she lost Stone. This wasn't just any old crime to anyone; this was high priority and everyone knew it.

He came to her doorway and stood outside, staring in, like he had everyday for almost a week now. Her room was full to the rim with flowers, balloons, and messages for her to get well soon with her tiny body in the middle, lying lifeless; unaware of anything going on around her. At her side, he sat like he had for the last week. His dark hair was messy and pressed to his forehead, his face unshaven, and his eyes full of exhaustion. He left her side only briefly to walk through the eerie hallways eventually making it to the chapel to say a short prayer and then he made his way back to her side, gripping her hand in his; where he remained for hours on end.

"Dr. Stevens says she is doing better." A voice came from behind him, startling him out of his thoughts.

Mac nodded staring briefly at Noah before turning his attention back to the window, "But she's not well enough to wake up." So many nights he had been forced to stay at this hospital for one of his daughters. But never, never did it get any easier seeing them lying in that bed.

The two men stood silently for a moment, watching their children through the glass. There was a silent understanding passed between the two men. Mac knew that Noah loved Robin like she was his own daughter and slowly, Patrick was worming his way into Mac's heart. They both understood the love that their children shared and it was unspoken, but both knew that eventually they would be in laws.

"You know, I never doubted Robin." Noah spoke quietly. "I knew she would get through to Patrick." He watched as Patrick ran his hand across Robin's forehead. "She changed him, she made him a better man and he loves her more than anything in this world."

"I know he does." Mac stated. "And I know how much he means to her." He stopped, not really knowing what to say next. Thinking a short moment he spoke, "I didn't want them together. I knew of his reputation and I thought he was only going to hurt her and even when she told me things were getting serious between them, I still was hoping things wouldn't work out." He was surprised when he glanced at Noah and saw him nod in understanding. "I watched as that girl fell in love twice and had her heart stomped on and ripped out both times. I didn't want to see that happen again." His eyes traveled back into the room. "But seeing him in there with her… I owe him everything for making her happy."

"Have you been to their apartment?" Noah asked and Mac shook his head. "When this is over, spend some time with them together." He placed a hand on his shoulder. "See them together; see how happy they are…give him a chance." Noah sighed sadly. "When Robin comes out of this, and she will be coming out of this, he will be a different person. There is nothing like sitting at the bedside of the person you love with all you have, watching while they are fighting for they're life; to change a person." He was quiet for a moment. "Patrick shut himself off after he lost his mother and Robin brought him out of that. He will bring her out of this; she will come back to us, to him."

Mac nodded and both silently walked through the door of her room, Patrick only glancing up at them for a moment before turning his attention back to Robin. "How are you doing, son?" Noah questioned and placed a hand on Patrick's shoulder.

"I'll be fine when Robin wakes up." He stated simply. There was anger in his voice. This shouldn't have happened, especially not to her and to know that they guy who did it was still on the street… his blood boiled. Whoever it was better hope that he never crossed paths with Patrick because he would pay; dearly. "Are there any leads?" Patrick asked Mac.

Mac, whose eyes were roaming over his little girl lying in the bed before him shook his head. "We have a few promising leads; possibly a couple witnesses and maybe part of a license plate but nothing else." He paused for a moment. "But I have as many officers as I can on the case and we will find out who did this. I promise you, they will pay."

"When was the last time you had a descent meal or took a shower?" Noah asked his son. "Why don't you go home and take a nap, get a clean change of clothes? We'll call you if anything changes." Noah continued when he noticed his son's hesitation.

"I'll stay with her." Mac spoke up.

Patrick looked at the man before him; Robin's uncle. He knew that she thought of him like her sergeant father and he knew that he thought of her as his daughter. He was in as much pain as he was and for the first time, they understood each other. They both wanted the same thing; her to wake up. And they both loved her. Patrick hesitated for a moment but nodded his head and stood up, moving closer to her and placed a kiss on her forehead. "I'll be back later. I love you."

He stood straight and his eyes locked with Mac's once more. Not saying a word, he followed his father out the door.

Slowly, quietly Mac pulled the now vacant chair closer to the bed and took a seat. This was the first time he allowed himself to actually be in the room with her. It didn't seem real if he looking in through a glass. His eyes roamed her body noticing the arm that was in a cast and the healing cuts and bruises on her other arm and her face. He wished he could kiss it and make it all disappear and go away. He wished he could snap his fingers and she would wake up, giving him that smile and a hug.

He needed her to be okay. She had been through so many different things in her life, so many hardships and she always came through with flying colors. Everyone saw her and used her as an example, all wanting to have her strength and ability. So she had to fight and come through this now. She just had to.

He wiped at his cloudy eyes and took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips and kissing it gently. "You know…" He began quietly. "When you were little I promised your parents that I would protect you, and so many times I felt like I failed them and I failed you. It wasn't until recently when I saw how happy you are and the life that you have created for yourself that I realized that I didn't fail you." He took a shaky breath. "You were always so strong and could make it through anything. You didn't need my protection; you just need my love and reassurance. You needed me to promise that I would be there and to stand by that promise. So that's what I am doing. I am here Robin. We all are. Me, Felicia and the girls, Noah…and Patrick. We're holding up our end of the bargain, now it's your turn." He sat back in his chair for a minute, letting his mind wander to the many times that she had fought her way through a tough situation. "Do you remember what you said to me before you left for Paris?" He asked her. "You told me not to worry about you because you weren't a little girl anymore and you could take care of yourself. But you also told me to me to stand by your side and understand why this was happening, to understand why you were leaving. And you know, I gave it my all and I finally understood why you left.

"But I don't understand this. I don't understand why you are the one in pain. And I've tried, I've tried so hard to understand why this would happen to you and I just can't grasp any good reason. This isn't right." He was letting his anger shine through and realizing this he calmed himself. "Please Robin," his eyes fell on her face, "please pull through this. I'm not ready to let you go yet. I can't bury my daughter." He bowed his head, crying freely, his body shaking with tears.