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-Tanks POV-

"Ranger!" No response. "Ranger!" He's just kneeling there, staring into oblivion, in a trance. "We need to follow Steph to the hospital. She needs someone there for her." He snapped out of it as soon as I mentioned Steph.

"Let's go." He made a move toward the driver's side of the SUV. I stopped him. "Don't think so, man. You're not in any condition to drive." He allowed me to steer him towards the passenger side. "She'll be fine. She's tough. She's too stubborn to let a bullet stop her. She'll be fine. This was said for my benefit as much as Ranger's. God, I hope she makes it. I don't know if Ranger will live without her.

-Bobby's POV-

I hopped into the ambulance with Steph. Someone had to make sure they were doing their jobs right, and since I was the one with the most medical training, the job fell onto my shoulders. She had lost a lot of blood. It looked as though a bullet nicked an artery, only a few inches from the heart. She was given oxygen. Her heart rate was decreasing. I took her hand and silently willed her to live.

-Ranger's POV-

We arrived at the hospital only a few minutes after the EMT's. The waiting room was filled steadily. Most of the task force was there, along with the Rangeman who weren't on duty, and, of course, Joe and Diesel. Someone must have called Frank, as he arrived within the hour.

A doctor appeared. "She's lost a lot of blood. We need donors…" Before he could finish, a quarter of the Rangemen stood, including me. We knew Steph's blood type and who was able to donate. God knows she's been here enough.

"Ehrm… okay, follow me." The doctor took about a pint from each of us. We figured that whatever wasn't used could be saved for other patients. We would have given more, but they refused, saying that it would be unwise for us to give any more. After much protest, we agreed. We went back to the waiting room, each of us willing to stay as long as it took.

As I waited, every memory I had of her flashed before me. There was her looking at the Porsche that was blown up and then smashed by a garbage truck. That was by far my favorite of her car explosions. Each time she blew up one of my cars, she seemed to fear my reaction. But I could never be mad at her, she was much more important than any car.

Next were the memories of her being in mortal danger. There was finding her in the cabinet where Stiva put her, thinking she was dead. That was one of the worst moments of my life. Then there was the whole fiasco with Scrog. When he kidnapped her, my heart stopped beating. Then we found her, only to have Scrog show up at her apartment and hold a gun to her and Julie's heads. I had walked into her apartment, knowing that I could very easily die. By then, I knew that I loved her. I wasn't sure when I came to this conclusion. Perhaps it was when I found her after Stiva, or when she called to see if I was okay when I was FTA, maybe it was even just before Scrog shot me.

I loved her enough to die for her, and now it seems she feels the same. While we were waiting, my team figured out the trajectory of the bullet. If my Babe hadn't been there to push me, it would have been a straight shot to the heart. She put her life on the line for mine. If that's not love, then I don't know what is.

That being said, I decided that a trip to my apartment was in order. There was something there that my babe needed when she woke up.

-Frank's POV-

I watched as Ranger left the room, only to be gone ten minutes. Where had he gone? My questions were answered with a question of his own. I had been hoping for this for quite some time, so I readily agreed. Just as we finished our talk, the doors opened and a doctor emerged, scrubs covered in blood. Oh Dear God, No.

-Ranger's POV-

When I saw the blood I admit that I just about lost it. The doctor was saved only because of what he uttered before I sprung. "She's out of surgery and in a recovery room. She'll be fine. She's not awake yet, but you can go see her." There was a collective sigh of relief throughout the room.

Frank turned to me. "Go ahead, I can see her later." I gratefully looked at him and said, "Thank you Frank. For everything."

"Don't mention it. Now go." I happily obliged.

--Yay! Another chapter typed! Again please push the pretty green button below. He loves to be poked! It makes him giggle. You wouldn't want to deprive the little guy of a little laugh now would you? Don't think so. Now give him a little love!