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"Has she woken up?" worry filled cornflower blue eyes met tired dark green ones. Mac Taylor simply shook his head and took a seat beside the weary detective.
"I shouldn't have left her…"
"Flack, you couldn't have known."
"I didn't think he could get to her; there were five bodyguards along with Danny there. She was supposed to be safe and sound sleeping." Flack gritted his teeth as frustration overwhelmed him.
"He must have hidden in your place when you and Adrianna went to the lab to tell me what had happened. You couldn't have known."
"If we had gotten there any later…"
"But we didn't, the guards caught on."
"They didn't catch on soon enough."
"Don, he's behind bars now."
"It doesn't change what happened, Mac." Flack got to his feet and looked his friend in the eye. "He forced Danny to hurt his girlfriend's half sister, and then he assaults her and almost chokes her to death after shooting my best friend. How do you live with something like that, Mac? Adria has been through hell and back, and now she has this done to her. She's a good person, Mac; and she doesn't deserve any of this crap." Flack then stormed away and headed straight for the ICU.
A lump formed in the handsome detective's throat as he caught sight of Adrianna. She lay prone on the hospital bed, tubes running in and out of her as a machine monitored her status. Letting out a heavy sigh, Flack made his way to the chair by her bed and buried his face in his hands.
Terror had engulfed him once he had gotten that phone call from one of the agents guarding the condo. They had heard a scream and a gun shot and had thus begun to try and get into the condominium. He had headed straight back to his place, the whole team hot at his heels. When they had arrived, the first thing Flack had seen was the Irish Bastard being hulled by three agents. But he didn't bother to punch the ass, instead he had ran straight into his bedroom only to find Adria being loaded onto a stretcher, an oxygen mask covering her face while two other medics tried to shock his best friend's heart into beating again. And now… here he was, in the ICU.
Taking Adria's limp hand into his, Flack placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand and blinked back tears. "Hey, Dria… I know you can't hear me but… I'm sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen to you, and I wish you were never brought into this whole mess. I love you so much, Dri… I just hope you can forgive me for letting this happen to you…"
"Don..." Adria's eyes flickered open and she let out a shuddering breath. "Where am I?" confusion filled her eyes as she waited for him to answer.
"You're in the ICU." Flack's voice was soft as he ran his fingers through her silky tresses.
"But… why? Did I collapse after the medics warmed me up?"
"Warmed you up? Adria… what are you talking about?"
"Remember? The photo shoot?"
"Oh God… you don't remember…"
