Here is the answer to all the cliff hangers! It's a bit choppy, but you get the storyline. It seems like my Mac is very out of character, but its still fun to write.

The week took off just like all the others. Tension was still thick between Mackenzie and Will. Her refusal to open up was mostly due to the fact that she couldn't talk; not that she didn't want too.

Unfortunately for Will, that meant he was kept in the dark. He worried constantly about her. He knew that someone was hurting her, and she was protecting that someone by not talking. He questioned every person she came into contact with, doubting their motives.

Since their trip, Mackenzie had kept her distance. Only talking to him when it was absolutely necessary. She let Jim take over the show for the week for experience. By Wednesday, Jim had successfully proved he could hold the fort down without her - so around 5, she slipped out early.

Will had had enough of it. He worked on his speech during the cab ride to her apartment. Will had to stress the point that he knew and understood what abuse looked like. There was no way that he would tolerate it in his life again.

He knocked and got no answer. Trying again, he heard a faint noise come from inside. Straining his ears, he couldn't decide if it was his imagination or reality. He pulled out his key and let himself in.

"Mackenzie," he whispered, in case she had been sleeping. "It's me."

Her apartment was dark, except for a light coming from her room. He sighed heavily, assuming her was probably sleeping with the light on again. He dropped his keys off on the counter, kicke his shoes off at the door, setting his jacket on the hook.

That's when he heard the noise again. Confused, because it most definitely sounded like Mackenzie, but if she was sleeping... It must be a dream that's causing her to be more vocal.

But when he pushed her bedroom door open, her bed was empty. In fact, it was still perfectly made.

"Mackenzie!" Will yelled. He knew she was still here. He walked over to her bathroom, flicking on the switch. He wasn't prepared to find her face down on the floor.

He knelt down next to her. Flipping her over, scanning her body. She was wearing only a tank top and shorts, new bruises had formed on her arms and now her legs. It looked like she bit her lip, it was bleeding and swelling up.

"Mac!" He yelled, trying to wake her up. He stood back up and paced. He had to help her, but wasn't sure how. Did he call for an ambulance? He grabbed the wash cloth off the sink and ran it under cold water, never taking his eyes off of her.

"Kenzie," he placed the cool washcloth on her forehead, "honey," he sat down pulling her into his lap. She hadn't been completely unconscious, just in a lot of pain.

She used all of her strength to reach for him, grabbing hold of his tie. "Billy," she was shaking, crying, and desperately trying to pull herself closer to him.

"I'm here now."

"You need to take me to the hospital," she whispered hoarsely.

"Baby, talk to me." He searched her face. "What's wrong?"

"Please take me."

Will got up, still holding her as close as possible. He set her on the couch, put his jacket around her shoulders, slipped into his shoes and picked her up again.

When Mackenzie woke up, she felt sore and exhausted. Stiff. For the first time since the weekend, she was hungry. The room was dark, a few lights from behind a curtain, and a constant beeping noise from behind her. She tried to twist to see where the noise was coming from.

"Kenzie?" He whispered.

"Billy?" Her head whipped back to see him next to her bed side.

"How are you feeling?"

"Uh, I'm okay, I guess? Where am I?"

"You're at the hospital. You'll be here for a little longer, but you're going to be fine."

"The hospital?" She questioned, her breathing rapidly picking up.

"Hey, hey," he brushed her hair out of her face. "You told me to bring you here last night."

"I did?"

"Yes, and it's a good thing you did."

"What do you know?" Mackenzie closed her eyes, waiting for him to start yelling at her.

"Nothing. I know absolutely nothing." He stood up. "Someone better start talking. I'm sick of this shit, Mac. I'm tired of finding you hurt or seeing you flinch away from me because I try to touch you or get close to you."

"I know."

"I'm so fucking sick of it. So you better tell me everything."

"Okay."

"I mean it Mac, I want the whole truth - everything."

"No here." She whispered back, crying again.

"What?" Will sat next to her again.

"Just not here, Will." She reached for his hand. "Please?"

"I'm holding you too this."

She nodded her head. He kissed the back of her hand before saying, "get some rest."

"Stay?" She begged with her eyes. And then it was his turn to nod his head. And she slid over in the hospital bed to make room for him.

"Why don't you go change?" Will unlocked the door to his apartment.

"Okay."

"Want anything to drink?" He called after her.

"Scotch?" She called back, pulling one of his shirts over her head.

"Like hell, Mac." Was his response immediately after.

"It was worth trying." She muttered to herself. Once she had his sweatpants and shirt on, she made her way back out to the living room.

He handed her a glass of water and sat down next to her.

"From the beginning? Or do you want just a name?" She asked quietly.

"From the beginning."

"Okay," she took a couple deep, steady breaths. "A couple of months ago, Reese came to me, we had a formal meeting. He was talking about the show and the ratings and the future of the show. He wanted me to come up with a new image for you that would aid in you being asked to leave the show. I told him I wouldn't do such a thing. He threatened to get rid of me. To which I responded that I was under contract for years, and he couldn't fire me under the contract. He said that you were going to be removed whether I complied or not. I told him I'd do anything to keep you in that chair - he can have my position after my contract as long as he kept you." She took a sip of the water and Will moved closer, resting his arm on the couch next to her.

"Reese wasn't surprised that I'd take a bullet for you. When I said I'd do anything, I didn't think he would actually go there..." Her voice trailed off.

"Go on," he urged.

"He said that he couldn't specifically come up with anything that would be fitting, but the person he wanted to replace you with was interested in something."

"Who's that?" Will interrupted antsy to get to the answers he wanted.

"Reese told me to do whatever he wanted and you could keep your job. You would be safe and at the end of my contract, I would be free to go."

"So," Will was trying to put everything together. "Reese was the one hurting you?"

She shook her head slowly. "It was," she meant to take a deep breath, but a sob escaped her. "It was -" she finished in a low whisper.

"Who?" Will lowered his head to hear her better.

"Brian! It's fucking Brian Brenner."

Will say completely still, unable to formulate a complete thought. He was reminding himself to breathe when she stood up quickly. "Brian wanted to work with me, wanted your show. I wouldn't let Reese fire you, so that pissed them off and decided that if try got rid of me they could still replicate it with you. And in turn my punishment for protecting you was that I basically was to comply with Brian's want and needs."

"Like what?" Will asked from his spot on the couch.

"Don't make me tell you," a new stream of tears fell. "I can't -"

"Tell me!" Will stood up, his voice echoing in the big apartment.

"I had to satisfy him."

"What?"

"I had to pleasure him." She tried again.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"I-I tried to deflect it, turn him down or make excuses. But whenever I started doing that he would force himself on me. When I'd fight back, he would use physical force to stop me from fighting him."

"Jesus Christ, Kenz." Will walked over to her and pulled her into his arms. "Why on earth would you do this to save me?"

"Because I love you. I'm still completely in love with you." She broke down. Will held on to her tightly. When he knees gave out from under her, he picked her up and carried her to his bed.

"Shhh," he pulled her towards him. "Relax Kenzie. I'm here, I'm not leaving."