A/N - Ok, short one, just to keep it updated. I'm thinking about writing something festive, to celebrate christmas, what do you guys think? Thanks again! enjoy!

"Liz! No!" He screams, as he sees in front of him his worse nightmare. The perp came out of nowhere and pointed a gun at her. As she turned to face him, he shot twice, and she was jolted backwards, falling to the floor. He runs to her, shooting the guy down and then immediately crouching next to her.

"Liz? Liz, please be awake, please" she moved slowly and he could finally breathe.

"Hey, hey, calm down! It hurts, I know" he says, as he holds her head up and helps her sit down. He had taken many shots on kevlar before. It hurt, but she would be fine in a few minutes. Unless...

"Liz, what is this?" He said, pointing at a dark spot under her vest. She looks down and when she touches it, it hurts. And her hand comes out red with blood.

He panickes, as he removes her vest to ser that ine bullet found its way under the vest and hit her on her belly. She starts yo fade from consciousness again.

"No, no, no, baby, hey! Please! I need help here! " he screams at the backup that had arrived, and in a few seconds two paramedics appear to check on her. They thank Ressler for holding the wound tightly with his hands, but then ask him to step aside so they could work. He looks as they lie her down on the ground again. He stands up and just observes then working, tears flowing from his eyes. He doesn't even care that one of his subbordinates comes to ask for further orders and sees him crying. That's his love there, on the ground. How did that bullet passed the vest?

He put a hand on his mouth and only then remembered that his hands were covered in her blood. He wiped them on his already destroyed shirt and helps as the paramedics raise her up on a stretcher and take her to the ambulance. He doesn't even ask, and sits inside the car. They close the doors and move to the hospital.

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"Are you her husband?" the doctor says, and Donald shakes his head.

"no. I'm her boyfriend. Please, you have to let me in. We live together."

"It says here that she's got a husband. Er... Tom." Really? Her medical records haven't been updated? what is this?

"Tom is her ex-husband. She's been divorced for nearly 2 years now. Are you kidding me?"

"I'm sorry, sir, we have to check it out"

He paces around the waiting room ready to kill someone if this doesn't work out. How can her records still say she's married to Tom? that's ridiculous.

the nurse comes to him and he stops pacing.

"Sorry, sir, we've just verified. Yes, she's divorced, I guess the system didn't updated it. You can come in, now."

"Thank you".

He followed the small nurse until a room, where Liz was, surrounded by machines. She didn't have any tubes in her, though, which was a relief. She only had an IV connected to her arm.

"She should wake up any minute now. I'll leave you alone"

"Thanks a lot" Ressler thanked the lady, who went away, closing the door behind her.

The picture was terrifying. Liz lying on a hospital bed uncounscious was the most horrible thing he had ever seen. It had been a simple procedure, but either way, it was still scary.

He goes to the side of the bed, sits down on an armchair and holds her hand. He waits like this for what seems to be hours until she wakes up.

"Don?" she whispers, weak. he stands up and goes to her, taking her hair off her face. she smiles faintly as she sees him, and he sighs with relief.

"Hey, babe! how are you?"

"I'm fine. thirsty, though" He immediately gives her the cup that was on the table next to her. she drinks it with a straw slowly, and then hands him back the cup.

"the doctors said you should be fine in a couple of weeks. How are you feeling?"

"sleepy. I guess it's the meds."

"You can sleep if you want, Liz".

"Yes, I do, I just... I wanted to see you." she smiles at him again, and his heart swells.

"Never do that to me again, ok?" he says, and she laughs, what causes some pain.

"Don't make me laught! It hurts!" she complains. "Ok, only if you promise never to get shot, kidnapped, tortured or killed, ok? That should be easy in our job."

He chuckles, and then bends down to kiss her forehead. She raises her head, asking for a kiss on the lips. he complies.

"I love you, you silly." she says, grazing her thumb on the freckes in his cheek.

"I love you too."

She stays in the hospital for 2 weeks. She had surgery and now needs to rest up for more 2 weeks at home.

"Really, I'm fine. I can walk to the car." She says as he brings a wheelchair to her room.

"C'mon, baby, let'd not force the wound, ok?"

"Really, donald, it's not necessary"

"You'll either get out of this hospital in a wheelchair or carried, walking is not an option."

She looks at him annoyed and then sits on the chair, reluctantly. He leans forward and kisses her on the cheek. "Good girl"

"I don't know if i like this protective Ressler" she lies. She's loving it. For the two weeks that she stayed in the hospital he stood there beside her, knew every detail kf every procedure she went through and knew her every medicine, which time and counter effect. He was the perfect nurse for when she got home.

"C'mon, you're going upstairs" Ressler said, while the entered their house slowly, following her pace. She looked up the stairs and wished she had chosen that terraced house they saw before this one. It was small and dark, but at least it didn't involve stairs.

He noticed her struggle and without asking, swept her off her feet and picked her up.

"Oh, God! donald!" She yelled, startled, and then laughed as she put her arms around his neck.

"My white knight!" She said, with a loving voice as she placed a kiss on his cheek.

They get to the room, and after he tuck her in on her side, he lies down on his.

"I wonder if it you had fun with this huge bed all to yourself these past week."

He scorns "of course not. Without you this bed is a universe of loneliness"

"Aawn" she melts into his passionate words, and tries to bend to give him a kiss.

"No, Liz, honey, don't move"

"I wanted to give you a kiss" she complains, already annoyed with the situation. Why can't she just heal and be done with it?

"Here. Get comfortable, ok?" He sits up and fluffs her pillows. "I'll go downstairs to get us some snacks and then we'll watch tv together." He gets out of the bed, and as he walks away he hears her fake cry. She's pouting like a 4 year old. He laughs and then places a kiss on her lips, to what she grabs his shirt and deepens the kiss. He sits next to her and removed her hair from her face.

"I miss you." She says.

"Hey, I'm right here!"

"Well, you know..."

"I miss you too, babe, but you need to heal"

"When you have a near death experience, you kinda want to enjoy all aspects of life"

"Wow! If that's a near death experience I wonder what was when Red had to operate a transfusion on me while under threat." He mocks her.

"Hey! It was the first time I got shot, ok? It was scary."

"Oh, Liz, you have no idea. I don't want ever to see your blood, alright?"

"Why? Do you feel dizzy with blood?" She smirks.

"Yeah, I feel dizzy and sick when the blood of the woman I love is all over my hands, thank you."

She pouts in pity and then kisses him again.

"Now go get me something to eat, I'm starving"

"Wow! Bossy, much?"

"If I can't move, then you're my slave. Go quickly and then come back and cuddle with me. And we're watching a chick-flick."

He rolled his eyes and bowed "as you wish, my lady".

The next few days went by fast. Liz healed quickly and the doctor said she would be as good as new faster than expected. Donald proved to be very good at housing stuff, cleaning, cooking and taking care of her all those days. He was very bossy when it came to her taking her not moving and following the doctor's orders, but specially to her meds. She was taking strong painkillers and he knew what that could end up if she didn't take care.

"Don't worry, honey, I don't even feel like needing those pills anymore."

"Anyway, I'll ask the doctor to change them to something weaker."

"Okay, but I don't need them. You're my painkiller. And I'm addicted to you" she said as she snuggled close to him and sniffed his neck to smell his cologne. He put an arm around her and pulls her in closer as he fells her slow breathing on his neck, a sign that she went to sleep.