Disclaimer in chapter 1. Ya'll know the drill R&R and please no flames, and thanks for the encouraging reviews I'll work on getting longer, and more chapters up as time goes.

Cheyenne burst through the emergency room door, her coat thrown over her arm, her heart pumping like crazy. She took in the emergency room in one glance, she grasped her stomach the babies were awake she couldn't concentrate.

Jesse Travis, a long time friend of Steve and Dad, and now a good friend of Cheyenne, raced up to her.

"Where's Steve?!" Was all Cheyenne could manage, she was out of breathe. Amanda had just left, when the phone rang.

"Cheyenne it's Mark, there's been an accident it's best you get up to Community General as soon as possible." Cheyenne couldn't even remember if she had hung up the phone she had just grabbed her coat and purse and ran out the door without a second thought.

"…there's been an accident…" Were the words that haunted Cheyenne all the way to the hospital, rush hour traffic in L.A. was just starting up.

"Please God get me to Steve." She silently prayed. As faith would have it the route to Community General was the least crowded in the city. Cheyenne wasted no time as she parked her car and made her way as quick as she could to the emergency room.

"Cheyenne please sit." Jesse offered trying to comfort his friend, and business partner's wife down.

"I don't want to sit." Cheyenne snapped. "I want to know what happened to Steve." She demanded quite bluntly. Jesse nodded in agreement.

"Steve has been hit, in the shoulder he will be fine, we were successful in removing the bullet, Steve will have to go through rehab, but he will survive." Cheyenne's knees grew weak from relief. Jesse struggled to support Cheyenne as a male nurse assisted in placing her in a wheel chair.

"May I see him." She requested, Jesse smiled and took the handles of her wheelchair as he wheeled Cheyenne in the direction of her husband's room.

Once inside Steve's room, Cheyenne stood and walked over to his bedside. Cheyenne took his hand, and rested his palm on her stomach so he could feel the babies quick. Steve woke up and smiled at Cheyenne.

"They didn't call you up here for a mere scratch did they?" Steve asked with a hint of concern and teasing in his voice.

"I was in the neighborhood." She replied, smile across her face relieved to see Steve fine.

"Enough about me how are you?"

"Concerned, but better and the babies are as lively as ever." Steve laughed. Cheyenne could not hold back her tears anymore.

"Oh gosh Steve, I was so scared, I thought, I thought… oh I don't know what I thought. I was just so scared that our children would grow up without a father, and I can't take care of the children and be a architect at the same time, and…." Steve raised his finger to Cheyenne's lips.

"Shush, shush it's alright now I'm fine, honest I'm fine." Cheyenne's tears withdrew into sniffles as she wiped the tears from her eyes she gave Steve a smile.

"So when can you come home?" Steve sat up in bed.

"Now, I need to get that wallpaper up." Cheyenne looked concerned.

"No, no get Jesse to do it you need to rest." She gave a sincere smile. "You need your strength to hold your children." Steve was about to object, but decided it was best that he not worry Cheyenne any more.

"Alright, I'll ask Jesse but I want to get home."

Two hours later the Sloans pulled into their driveway. Steve assisted Cheyenne out of the car as the made their way up the path they noticed the door was ajar.

"Cheyenne did you forget to close the door?" Steve asked. Cheyenne shook her head.

"No I can remember closing and locking the door." She recalled. Steve gestured for Cheyenne to follow behind him as he slowly approached the door. The glass window on the door was broken. Steve pulled his gun from his belt.

"Stay close to me." He cautioned, Cheyenne nodded in agreement. Steve opened the door their home had no doubt been ransacked. As they moved their way in, a dark figure came out from the bathroom, after Steve passed. Cheyenne could only scream as the figure delivered a blow to the back of Steve's head, he then turned and stared Cheyenne straight in the eye. She could not even scream…

Thanks for the reviews, I have another story I'm trying to post at the same time trying to update three stories, so I apologize in advance for any long period of gaps between chapters I will try to get them up as soon as possible.