Summary: Henry and Elizabeth's anniversary trip to London goes horribly wrong.

Chapter 1

"Oh my gosh, I don't think I could eat anything else for a week." Elizabeth commented as she and Henry entered their hotel suite at the Savoy. They had just come back from a romantic dinner to celebrate their anniversary.

"Not even a glass of champagne with me on the couch?" Henry teased. He kissed her on the cheek before helping her take off her shawl.

"Oh, there's always room for that." She replied happily as she headed further into the living room.

"Coming right up Mrs. McCord." Henry said as he moved to grab the bottle of champagne from the bar.

"Gosh, this view really is amazing. Isn't it Henry?" She said, looking out the window over the Thames. "Everything looks so beautiful at night."

"Yes, it does." Henry said, looking appreciatively at his wife. She looked stunning in her navy-blue dress.

Hearing his tone, she looked at him over her shoulder. "Oh, stop it." She laughed.

"Can't babe. You look beautiful tonight." He smiled at her as he took the champagne flutes out of the cabinet.

She smiled back at him lovingly before returning her gaze to the river.

Just as Henry was about to pour their drinks, he heard Elizabeth gasp before there was a huge bang. As he looked up, the window came crashing down and Elizabeth was flung backwards into the room.

Fear enveloped Henry as he watched in horror, the debris scraping his skin barely registered with him.

"ELIZABETH!" He shouted as he ran towards her. Another window crashed to the floor as he threw himself over his wife to shield her from the second blow.

As the second crash settled, Elizabeth opened her eyes and looked up at Henry. His face was scraped, and he had a cut near his cheek. God knew how she looked.

Henry felt her gaze and looked down at her. Her face had multiple cuts, and she was bleeding near her eyebrow. He could see her tears threatening to fall, and she was having trouble breathing. Taking in the rest of her form, he realized she had a deep wound in her abdomen that was staining her dress. She needed medical help, now. "You'll be okay, babe" He tried to reassure her. "But we have to get out of here." He said as he moved to get up. She grabbed his shirt, holding him in place.

"Henry." She whispered. Fear evident in her voice. She was scared to move.

"Please Elizabeth. We need to leave. I'm right here, it's okay." He said sternly. His tone freed her from the shock that was starting to set in, and she slowly nodded her head.

Henry didn't hear Elizabeth's security team come in, but Matt was now running towards them.

"Madam Secretary, Dr. McCord! We have to go!" Matt shouted.

"Can you move?" Henry asked her.

"Um… I think so." She said. Using her hand, she pushed herself into a sitting position. She cried out at the pain in her side, but continued moving. With the help of Matt and Henry, she shakily stood up.

Once she was on her feet, she swayed slightly. Henry caught her, holding her to him. With Matt supporting her other side, they guided her towards the hallway as quickly as they could. Her three other guards surrounded them as they ran towards the elevator.

"What's happening, Matt?" She shouted.

"No idea, M'am." Matt replied. "It seems to be a terrorist attack."

"Oh my God." She whispered.

Frank moved to open the door to the stairwell, only to find it locked. As he tried to force it open, the elevator doors dinged.

Six men wielding guns appeared.

"Bluebird under attack. I repeat, Bluebird under attack!" Matt yelled into his mic.

As Frank was raising his gun, a deafening gunshot was fired. Matt fell to the ground as the bullet hit him in the head. At the sudden lack of support, Elizabeth started falling too.

"Elizabeth!" Henry yelled as he quickly pulled her back up, holding her more securely. The lack of contact had shaken him. He needed to keep her safe.

A crossfire between the men and Elizabeth's security team ensued. Her team pushed Henry and Elizabeth behind them in an attempt to get them out of the line of fire. Being weaponless, the only thing Henry could do was cover Elizabeth the best that he could. As he held her close, he braced himself for the very real possibility of a bullet hitting him.

Elizabeth clung tightly to her husband as a knowingness filled her with dread.

They're here for me.

Her stomach flipped anxiously at the thought. Henry knew it too, and he tried desperately to think of a way out.

One by one, her security fell. Fear filled Henry as he watched helplessly. These men were clearly well trained, and knew exactly where to hit officers wearing bullet proof vests.

There were two attackers left standing, along with Henry and Elizabeth. Having no resources and no time to think, Henry had only one option.

"Please." He begged. "Don't hurt her." He felt weak begging, but these men were armed, and he was not. He didn't stand a chance fighting them.

"Elizabeth McCord." One man said as he stepped closer.

Fighting the urge to huddle herself closer to Henry, she looked the man directly in the eye. Fear would only hinder any authority she had left.

"What do you want?" She asked them with as much courage as she could muster.

"To send a message to your president." The man said.

As the man reached for her, Henry snapped. He lunged at the man, pushing him away from Elizabeth. At the sudden movement, Elizabeth lost her footing and fell to the floor. The impact jolted her abdomen, and she released an involuntary cry at the burning sensation.

Slamming the man's wrist against the ground, Henry managed to get the gun out of his grasp. As he reached for it, Elizabeth screamed.

"Henry, look out!"

But it was too late, and the second man was jabbing a needle into Henry's neck.

"No! Henry!" She cried.

The last thing he saw was tears streaming down his wife's face as the men approached her.

"Elizabeth…"