Yeah, sorry about that last ending. But! Here's the next chapter! It's a little shorter than the rest, but I wanted to get it up quickly. Once again, thanks for reading and reviewing! You guys rock!

"Was that a gun shot?" Will's voice is frantic, and he rushes towards the bank doors, getting pretty far before Lonny's body stops him. "MAC!"

"Will! You can't," Lonny starts, but they're interrupted by a cacophony of gunshots.

They can hear the sound of bullets ricocheting, and Will can't breathe, he can't move. The officers are rushing around them, shouting and running, and Will is suddenly frozen. He hears the sound of glass shattering, and he still can't move, he can't move.

His legs feel shaky, and he's about to drop to his knees when he hears Jim.

"Where's Mac? Where's Mac?" And it's enough to snap Will out of it.

"MAC!" He screams again, and there's just so many people, so many people and so much noise, and he can't see her, he can't see anything. There are cops rushing into the bank, and the gunshots stop, and he hears someone shout for a medic, and if Mac's hurt, or worse, he swallows hard, if she's dead….he won't survive it. He won't.

They bring out a stretcher and Will strains to see who is on it. He catches a glimpse of blonde, not brown, hair, and breathes out.

"Where is she?" He hears Charlie mutter behind him. Lonny's firm hand is still stopping Will from rushing forward, and the wait is killing him.

Will's eyes dart frantically around the scene, watching as police come streaming in and out of the building, but he doesn't see Mackenzie yet.

"Mac," Jim breathes out her name like a prayer, and Will glances over to where an officer is helping her out of her building.

And his breath catches in his throat when he sees her stepping out over the debris and broken glass, she's holding her arm and she looks dazed, but she's alive, she's alive, and he remembers how to move, propelling himself towards her.

She's in his arms a moment later, his arms wrapping tightly around her and she's sobbing into his sweater, and he presses her head into his chest, dropping a kiss into her hair, and resting his cheek against the top of her head. And he tightens his grip on her, and can do nothing but whisper,

"It's okay, it's okay, I've got you, I've got you, it's okay," over and over and over again.

"Will," she sobs. "Oh God, Will." Her hands grip his sweater, twisting the material between her fingers, and she's hysterical, and he's just so grateful that she's back in his arms. The relief washes over him, and leaves him slightly shaky, but she's gripping him like he's the only thing holding her up, and maybe he is, and so he steadies himself, pulling her closer, if that's possible, and repeating that he loves her and she's safe until he believes it himself. Her crying reduces to hiccups, not the heartbreaking sobs it was when she first stepped into his arms, and he's quite content to stay there holding her for forever, until Jim's voice breaks through.

"Will! She's bleeding!" Jim exclaims and Will's panic is back, and he gently pulls her back so that he can look at her. He doesn't let go, he can't let go of her. He needs to hold onto her. He needs to touch her, to reassure himself that she's standing here in front of him, whole and relatively unharmed.

"Are you okay? Mac? Mac? Are you okay?" He asks, and he notices for the first time that she is bleeding. Her sleeve is soaked in blood and there's a gash on her head that's beginning to drip down her face. "Jesus, Mac. You're hurt."

"I think a bullet grazed," she starts to say, but her voice trails off, and he notices for the first time that she's trembling; her whole body is shaking, and he takes her uninjured arm and gives it a gentle squeeze.

"Mac?" He asks, and she blinks a couple of times, her eyes dazed.

"We need some help over here!" Jim yells. He's hovering just beside Will, a concerned frown on his face. Will can see Charlie, just beyond Jim, but everything is a little fuzzy. The only thing that matters is Mackenzie. Safe. Here.

"I'm going to be sick," Mac mutters, and before Will can react, she's leaning over and retching. Will keeps his hand on her back as she empties her stomach out, leaning over and murmuring nonsensical words of comfort that he hopes help.

The EMT arrives and starts to lead her gently to the ambulance, and for the first time since she stepped out, Will has to let go of her. He follows a step behind, insisting to both the medics and Lonny that he's going in the ambulance with her, and woe to anyone that tries to stop him.

"We'll meet you at the hospital," Charlie tells Will, and Will nods, climbing into the back of the ambulance with Mac and holding her hand tightly.

"Thank God, you're okay," he says softly. "Thank God."

When Charlie and Jim get to the hospital, they find Will slumped in a chair, his hair sticking up in all directions from his hand constantly running through it.

"Where is she?" Charlie asks. "Is she okay?"

"They took her to do a CT scan," Will says. He glances down and looks at his wedding ring, twisting it slightly on his finger. "A bullet grazed her arm, and they stitched it up. They stitched up the gash in her forehead, she said she hit it on the corner when she threw herself down onto the ground. Other than that, they think she's just fine. Shaken up, but fine. They want to keep her overnight for observation."

"Thank Christ she's all right," Charlie says, tipping his head back and closing his eyes for a moment. "And the guys who did this?"

"Dead," Will answers, his voice flat. "The officer came to try to get her statement, but she was a little out of it. They're going to come back tomorrow when she's thinking a little clearer. But he said all three were dead. Two of the hostages are in surgery, and the others just have minor injuries."

Will wasn't exactly sorry that the three bank robbers were dead. They had only talked briefly about what had happened inside the bank, but Will had heard her terror over the phone, she was sure they were going to kill her, he was sure they were going to kill her.

"Mr. McAvoy?" A nurse appears and Will jumps to his feet. "Your wife is back in her room, I can take you back there if you'd like."

"Go," Charlie says. "We're going to go back to the office. Everyone's a little worked up, as I'm sure you can imagine. We'll let everyone know she's okay. Give her our love, and tell her we'll be by to see her later." Jim looks like he might argue, even opens his mouth, but closes it again and nods.

"Thanks," Will says. "I think it's safe to say that neither Mac nor I will be in to do the show tonight." And Charlie smiles for the first time all day, and shakes his head a little bit.

"Don't come in the rest of the week either," he insists. "Just get our girl better. We'll hold down the fort." With that he leads Jim out of the waiting room, and Will follows the nurse back to Mackenzie.

When Will gets back to the private room, Mackenzie's eyes are closed. He settles down in the chair next to her and picks up her hand, brushing a kiss along her knuckles. Her eyes flutter open, and she gives him a small smile.

"Hey," she sighs.

"Hey," he replies. And then she's weeping, her free hand coming up to her mouth as she chokes back a sob, and he stands immediately, reaching down to carefully pull her into his arms. "You're okay. It's over. You're okay."

"I was so scared," she whimpers, and his heart breaks a little bit.

"You and me both," he tells her.

"Can you just hold me?" She asks in a quiet voice. "I don't want to talk about it right now." And he can't argue. There will be plenty of time to talk about it later, now he just wants to hold her, all day all he wanted to do was hold her.

Minding all her bumps and bruises, he climbs carefully into the bed beside her, gathering her in his arms. She rests her head in the crook of his neck, and he can feel her hot tears on his skin.

"I love you," he whispers into her hair. "I love you so much."