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    The apartment door slammed open with a crash and Mac Taylor stepped forward, side arm drawn and aimed first to the left, then to the right as he and two fellow officers moved through the empty Brooklyn apartment.

"Clear."

"Clear."

Each room was cleared until Mac was left standing in the middle of the dusty living room, looking around at

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There was no warning. The deranged glare in his eyes had flared up to a disturbing, hurtful evil. Still, Peyton held on that help was on the way. Mac was on his way. He kept telling her he wasn't, like he could read her thoughts and grabbed at her face to get her to look at him, repeating his words through clenched teeth

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Mac brought Jeremy back to the house and handed him over to an officer who could see that he was locked up safely. Jeremy was a little bruised, a little bloody, but then again, by that point so was Mac. He hadn't killed the man but he had come damn close to it, and with the way Jeremy fought there had been a time or two where Mac thought the man might keel over from a heart attack. That would be convenient.

Wiping his hands off and his face on a handkerchief he took the few steps up into the house and went in search for Peyton.

If he had known what Jeremy had done, had actually seen it, the man wouldn't have left the woods alive. Kneeling next to her, he picked up her hand and peered intently into her face. "Peyton?"

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She'd asked the officer standing beside her, over and over where Mac was. At this point, she couldn't stand the thought of hearing a gunshot, or someone yelling "officer down!" She'd seen what her attacker was capable of, more so, his size in comparison to Mac's, but she also knew there was a fleet of NYPD officers that weren't about to let her attacker get to one of their own if Mac didn't finish him off first.

She looked up at him, her eyes swollen with emotion as she looked at the bright red blood that had spilt on his shirt. "You're hurt.." she choked, reaching out with her other hand while she tried to blink back the tears enough to see if he was okay.

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Blinking at the sudden rush of emotion that he hadn't bargained for, he took a deep, shaky breath and pulled her close with one arm. "Shhh, I'm fine, I'm fine." He soothed, gently smoothing her hair down as he took the moment to just hold her. Deep down he doubted that he would ever forgive himself for letting her down this badly.

"It's going to be okay, sweetheart." Swallowing he pulled back and looked down at her, touching her cheek lightly. "Let me look at you."