13.

"Ciara!"

"Agent Donovan," the doctor sighed. "Please follow the light."

Donovan muttered an apology and complied with the doctor. He didn't need a doctor to tell him he had a concussion.

"You'll need to stay awake for twenty-four hours," the doctor started to explain. All Donovan heard was 'blah, blah, blah.' "You're not to move from this room."

Donovan scowled at the doctor and leaned back into the bed. He hated hospitals almost as much as he hated being confined. Besides, his job wasn't finished yet.

"Don't worry, doc," Jake assured the man. "We'll handcuff him to the bed if we have to." Cody and Monica smirked as they held up their handcuffs.

"I need to check," Donovan started to say.

"She's fine," Alex assured him. Of course he wouldn't be satisfied unless he saw her himself. Alex couldn't believe what happened in the past twenty-four hours.

She could still hear the echo of the gunshot that sent McMartins over the cliff. None of them expected him to be able to pull Ciara with him.

"Ciara!" Donovan screamed, watching her fall over the cliff. He stumbled as he ran towards the edge. "Light! I need light." He threw his jacket off, knocking his headset off in the process.

Alex and James shined their mag-lites over the edge. She couldn't believe what she saw.

"Hold on, Ciara!" Donovan yelled, tying a rope around his waist that James tossed to him.

"Frank," Ciara yelled, "help me!"

"Hold on, baby!" Frank replied as James and Jake held onto the rope while they lowered him down.

"What's going on?" Monica asked, her voice filling Cody's ears via the speakers on his headset.

"Can't talk now," he replied, holding the two flashlights in his hands.

"I got Tom on the other line," Monica explained. "He needs to speak to Donovan."

"Not now!" Cody replied.

"But," Monica started to say.

"Not now!" Cody yelled again.

"Ciara, grab my hand." Donovan demanded, stretching out his arm.

"I can't," Ciara cried, holding on tighter to the root.

"Yes, you can," Donovan said, trying to grab her wrist, but missed. "You trust me baby? On three." "I trust you,' Ciara replied, bringing her right hand up.

The shifting of her weight caused Ciara to slip and she started to fall. Donovan reached out and grabbed firmly hold of her hand.

" I got you," Donovan replied, tightening is grip. "Pull us up!"

Jake and James grabbed a hold of Donovan as he came over the edge, while Alex grabbed Ciara.

Donovan winced in pain as his head felt like it was ready to explode. He looked at his hand and noticed the blood. "We need an ambulance," he whispered, as he laid his head on the ground. It was hard to keep his eyes open.

"Donovan," Jake yelled, "come on, open those eyes."

"Tell Donovan Tom has news that he'll want to hear," Monica said into Jake's headset.

Alex was startled when the doctor brought her back to the present.

"They both have a concussion." he stated. "They both need to rest."

"We'll make sure they do," Alex replied, rolling her shoulders. It's going to be a long night, she thought to herself.

The wind was whipping her hair around her face; rain beating down on her as she ran for the safety of the Consulate. She was glad her day was over. It was hard trying to help in the negotiations with the IRA and the British government. Neither one wanted to make the first move. Both were acting like children.

Children; the thought of that made Ciara smile. A few more weeks and she would be working on that with her husband. She turned in her resignation this morning. Her boss was sad to see it, but understood why. Ciara wanted a family.

She saw the light on under the door in the Ambassador's office. He was going to be hurt that she decided to quit. She'd explain it to him. He'd understand. She was about to open the door when she heard raised voices.

"The plan is in motion," Ciara heard. She recognized that voice. "The attempt on the Ambassador will be in two weeks. I'm not going to have this American ruin everything."

Ciara covered her mouth. She couldn't believe what she head. They were planning to kill her godfather - The American Ambassador to Ireland. She started to move away from the door when she stumbled into a chair.

"Check that out!" the man ordered.

Ciara ran for the door hoping no one saw her. She was wrong.

Ciara moved her head restlessly as she lay in the hospital bed. She willed the images to leave her head. The voice kept haunting her.

Suddenly a hand clamped down onto her mouth. Ciara's eyes snapped open and she tried to scream.

"Sssh," the voice from her dream hissed in her ear. "I should've killed you myself instead of letting McMartins play that stupid game of hiding you."

Ciara strained her head to look at the voice. She recognized the man. Liam Magruder, the Ambassador's secretary.

He muffled her scream as he pulled out he IV. "We can't have any interruptions this time," he sneered. "I knew sooner or later I'd find you. It was so easy to let everyone think you were dead. You just had to pop back up, didn't you?"

Ciara watched in horror as he placed a syringe into his mouth and popped off the cap.

"With all the bruises on you, they'll never notice one little needle mark. I can't risk you regaining you're memory, so I'm afraid you'll have to die for 'real this' time."

"Get away from my wife!" Donovan slowly growled, pointing his gun at Liam. "You can barely stand," Liam sneered, moving the needle closer to Ciara. "I'll inject her before you can shoot."

"But I can shoot," Jake bit out, stepping out from behind Donovan, ready to shoot his gun. "Give me a good reason to kill you."

Liam dropped the syringe as the police walked into the room. Jake helped Donovan over to the bed to check on Ciara. The two men sized each other up. Before Liam could react, Donovan punched him in the face.

"I owe you a lot more," Donovan swore.

"Frank," Ciara whispered.

Donovan turned his attention back to his wife. His wife, he smiled. He was relieved when Jake passed on the news from Tom. 'Ciara was, with a doubt, his wife; something he knew instinctively.

"Frank," Ciara cried.

"I'm here, baby," Donovan replied, wiping the tears off her cheek.

"I remember everything," she replied, squeezing his hand.