A/N: Hey there. This chapter is a bit shorter than the first but I really wanted to upload it now. I hope you enjoy reading it! There's a bit of angst in this so if you don't like that you can skip this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.

She's walking towards the car when she hears the gunshots. Someone pushes her to the ground, and she loses consciousness for a moment. When she wakes up, there's blood dripping from the side of her face and her necklace is missing. People are running around like crazy, but the shooting hasn't stopped. Josh catches her eye and mouths something but before she can make out what he's saying a bullet hits him in the stomach. C.J. wants to scream but no words come out. She stumbles towards him, falling over dead bodies on the ground. There's Leo, his eyes wide open but he's not breathing anymore. She sees Carol desperately trying to shake Margaret awake, the President lying face down in a pool of his own blood, but she has no time to stop. She has to get to Josh. She has to save him. She has to. He has fallen to the ground when she reaches him.

"Josh," C.J. whispers. She kneels down next to him, trembling hands reaching out to cover his wound as she so desperately tries to stop the bleeding. "Josh," she says, louder this time. "Stay with me please. Josh, please." There's blood all over her hands. So much blood. It's everywhere. And C.J. can't seem to make it stop.

"C.J...." Josh's voice is barely more than a whisper.

"Don't talk," she tells him. "Help. Someone help me." But no help is coming. She knows it. No one will save them. "Please," she begs. "Please someone help me."

"C.J…. you have to go," Josh says, trying to shove her hands away.

"No!" C.J. protests. "I'm not leaving you. Josh. Josh, don't go. Please." Her hands press down where the bullet hit him. "Josh, please. Don't go." His eyes start to close. "Josh. Stay with me. Please, Josh."

"C.J…. go." Then there's another gunshot. C.J. feels a striking pain in her stomach. Her hand reaches for her abdomen, but she knows what happened even before she feels the blood tickle down her shirt. No, she thinks. Please. No. Not now. Please. Not the baby. But she knows it's too late. There's nothing she can do now. C.J. starts screaming as she falls over Josh's lifeless body. She couldn't save him. She couldn't save anyone. She just wanted to keep them safe. All of them. Leo, Josh, the President, her baby. She just wanted to protect them. Strong hands grip her by the shoulder and pull her back up. Danny…

"C.J., what's wrong?" She reaches out a hand to touch his face. He can't be here. He's not supposed to be here.

"Danny, get out of here," she tells him or maybe she just thinks it.

"C.J., you're safe." No, she thinks. No, Danny. They took the baby. "C.J., wake up." Wake up? And then, she opens her eyes.

For a moment she doesn't know what's going on. There's Danny, his hair still messy, his eyes tired. And she's in her own bed where nobody is shooting at her. "Hey there…," Danny says softly, his hands still on her shoulders. He gently strokes her tearstained face as C.J. reaches out a hand and places it on his chest as if to see if he's real.

"I couldn't save them, Danny," she tells him quietly.

"Who?" he asks and pulls her closer so that she's resting against him chest.

"All of them. Josh, Leo, Margaret, the President. They all died." Danny doesn't say anything, he just holds her, slowly rocking her back and forth as if she were a child that needed soothing. "I was there but I couldn't save them."

"Where?" Danny wants to know.

"At Rosslyn. They took the baby, Danny." She knows it was just a dream, but it seemed so real she can't quite shake the memory of it yet.

"They didn't, C.J.. They didn't take the baby. Josh and the President… they made it, remember?" C.J. nods into his shirt. "And the baby wasn't even there. You're safe. Both of you." His voice calms her down but the image of Josh's lifeless body lying on the ground still haunts her.

"All I ever wanted to do was keep them safe. That was always my job. To protect them," C.J. tells him.

"I know. And you did." Danny places a kiss on the top of her head. "You did. They all made it." They are quiet for a while. C.J. presses her ear against Danny's chest, listening to his heartbeat, making sure he's still alive. He holds her tight and whispers soothing words into her hair as she calms down, the shock of the nightmare slowly wearing off. "You should get some more sleep," Danny tells her after what seems like hours. It was probably just a few minutes. "We have that doctor's appointment at ten." C.J. nods and untangles herself from his embrace. She slides down under the covers and turns her back towards him. Danny lays down next to her, wrapping his arm around her waist and burying his face in her neck. His hand rests on her abdomen even though she isn't showing yet. C.J. listens to his breathing and when she's almost certain he has fallen asleep she whispers; "I love you" into the darkness.

Her eyes flutter open as she feels the mattress dip. Danny's hand travels up her leg, softly stroking her awake.

"Hey…," C.J. mumbles as she sits up.

"Hey," Danny echoes as he hands her a cup of what she can only assume is tea. Danny made a point of buying every single pregnancy book he could find at their local bookstore and read them all in what seemed like one night. Apparently, coffee isn't an option anymore.

"How long have you been up?" C.J. wants to know. Her tea is hot, so she blows on it before taking a sip.

"Not that long," Danny says casually. He never was a very good liar.

"You look tired," she observes, reaching for her glasses on the nightstand.

"I'm not." He looks at her, scanning her face the way he does when he thinks something is wrong.

"I'm fine, Danny." She tries to sound annoyed but really, she thinks it's sweet. He looks like he doesn't believe her. "I am. I promise. It was just a dream." C.J. looks at him over the edge of her cup. His hair looks even more red when the morning sun shines through the window forming something like a halo around him. Danny reaches out and squeezes her free hand, moving a little closer.

"You really are okay?" he asks.

"I'd tell you if I wasn't." Danny raises both his eyebrows in disbelief. C.J. smacks his shoulder.

"Hey! I would," she insists, although she probably wouldn't if she's being completely honest.

"If you say so." He smiles at her before he reaches to the floor and picks up a cup, taking a sip of something that smells just like coffee. C.J. can't help but envy him. "I made you breakfast."

"You didn't have to," C.J. assures him as she pushed her blanket aside. Danny reaches out a hand to help her stand. "Danny, I'm pregnant not dying. I don't need help standing up." She still takes his hand though and doesn't let go until they reach the kitchen. The smell of eggs and bacon reaches her nose and suddenly her stomach turns. C.J. makes a b line for the bathroom before Danny can even ask what's wrong and somehow manages to flip the toilet seat open before emptying last night's dinner into the bowl. She hears Danny enter and sit down next to her. One hand holds her hair back, the other strokes her back. After a few minutes there seems to be nothing left to throw up so C.J. sits back leaning against the wall. Danny reaches up and flushes the toilet before getting her a wet towel.

"Here you go." He hands it to C.J., sitting down next to her.

"Thanks," she mumbles as she wipes her face. "Sorry 'bout that."

"There's nothing to apologize for," Danny assures her, giving her knee a gentle squeeze. "I'm guessing you're not really in the mood for eggs?"

"I wouldn't mind, actually." C.J. gets up and rests her hands on the sink. "Just give me a minute."

"Sure." Danny starts to walk out but turns around at the door. Their eyes meet in the mirror and C.J. smiles at him, almost shyly, before he leaves her alone.

Breakfast goes by quickly and C.J. manages to keep everything down before they leave for their doctor's appointment. They sit silently in the car, C.J. nervously biting her lip. At a stop sign, Danny reaches over and takes her hand, giving it a tiny squeeze. C.J. looks up from her lap and smiles at him, squeezing back.

"You'll be fine," Danny tells her before turning his attention back on the road. The car pulls up in front of the clinic sooner than C.J. had expected and before she knows it, she's sitting on an uncomfortable plastic chair, waiting for the doctor to call her name. Danny is in the seat next to hers, looking calmer than he really is. C.J. isn't so great at disguising her nervousness. She bites her nails, although she cannot stand it when people do that, and bounces her knee up and down.

"Miss Cregg?" a nurse yells down the hall. C.J. practically jumps from her chair. Danny stands beside her, taking her hand and squeezing it gently. They walk towards the door and everything seems to stop. C.J. can feel Danny's hand in hers, warm and familiar. She can feel the eyes of the other women resting on her, judging her, or so she thinks. She can smell the soap they used to wash the floor and the feel the hard linoleum floor underneath her feet. If she goes into the room now, it will be real. The doctor will tell her if her baby's healthy, if there's something wrong, that her age is a factor, that she really having a baby. Danny squeezes her hand and C.J. snaps back into reality.

"Hey," Danny says gently.
"

Hey," C.J. breathes.

"Don't worry." C.J. only nods, biting her lip. "I'm right there with you. Every step of the way." C.J. isn't a woman who's easily scared and as she walks over the threshold, with Danny right beside her, the fear seems to ebb away.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Reviews are appreciated as always and if you have any suggestions feel free to comment those as well.