One night, she was walking home from work like usual and all of a sudden, the hair on the back of her neck stood STRAIGHT up…like in the horror films where the villain is RIGHT behind you and you know it because all the tiny hairs on your body stand straight up. Well that's EXACTLY how Ally felt when it happened.

She was walking down the street and boom, all the hairs stood up, she slowed down, and before Ally knew it, she was being attacked. She tried screaming but couldn't. She was about to be either kidnapped, or raped, or both; she sensed it. In light of all of her flailing, she kicked her attacker in the groin and took off limping down the street screaming "HELP ME!!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!" with all of her might.

She came up to this guy walking towards her with a worried look on his face. She ran into him screaming, "Help me!!!! Help me!!! I'm being attacked; I think it's my ex-husband!!! Help me!!!!!!!!" She was crying extremely hard and the guy held her staring in the direction in which she had come from. He saw nothing and decided to take her to the police.

Detective Anderson walked into his office and handed Ally a cup of coffee. She was sitting there shaking and wrapped in a blanket white as a sheet.

"So you were attacked you say?" Anderson questioned her.

"Yes, I was! And I SWEAR it was Douglas!!!" Ally shrieked.

"Well, I guess we're going to have to go to court with this one Miss McBeal. It's a good thing that man who brought you in was there on that street when you needed him," he signaled a guy who was outside of his office getting questioned by another officer. There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" he yelled.

"Can I speak with you for a moment?" Anderson got up and moved towards the door. "I'll be back in one moment."

Ally nodded and averted her head to the guy outside Anderson's office. He had been left alone for a moment and they made eye contact. He turned to walk away and seconds later was in Anderson's office sitting on a bench opposite Ally.

"Are you okay?" he asked sympathetically.

"I suppose, this time anyway," she muttered. "Until he does it again, and again, and-" she stopped and broke down.

He looked upon this and got misty. He took her in his arms and tried to sooth her. "It's okay, you'll be alright. He'll get locked up for sure, I promise," she looked up at him and he winked.

"Well he didn't get locked up before!" Ally cried out.

"Before, what happened before?" he asked anxiously.

Ally tried to start, but couldn't bring herself to say the words, "He, he, he be-" she stopped and cried even harder. This stranger just held onto her tightly. How could anyone be so cruel to someone so harmless? he wondered, troubled.

Anderson walked back into his office. "Oh I see you've been acquainted with your rescuer," Anderson said. "Who's name is," he paused looking to the stranger for help.

Still holding Ally, he extended one hand, "Larry, Larry Paul."

"Well it's a good thing you were there when you were Mr. Paul. Miss McBeal might have been diced, sliced, and god knows what else if you weren't," Anderson started.

Ally gasped at the comment and Larry stepped in, "Hey now, be a little bit more sensitive man," he said protectively.

"Hey, I'm sorry, it's just, fact of it is, this is a common case. Abusive husband, restraining order, something bad happens. I've seen it happen a dozen times, sadly."

"Well, be more careful with your choice of words. I don't think a woman who has been attacked needs to hear words like 'diced' and 'sliced', you get my drift?" he asked sternly.

Anderson looked at Mr. Paul. He liked to see a man so worried about a woman like this. "Ya know what Mr. Paul? You might be just what Miss McBeal needs. A companion," he looked at the two of them as they both raised their heads.

"A companion, Detective? I don't think so!!! I can't trust guys, I can't trust anyone!!!" Ally started crying again.

"I'm gonna ask you again to be more careful with your words, okay?" Larry held onto Ally even more protectively. Ally felt a certain, closeness, to this Larry Paul character; she couldn't put her finger on it though. She just buried her head in his chest and he just held her tight. It felt good to be protected for once in her life.

Detective Anderson looked at Ally and Larry; he liked what he saw and he genuinely meant what he said. Ally needed someone good in her life for once. All of a sudden a woman came rushing through the door of Detective Anderson's office.

"Oh Larry! What happened??" asked a tall young woman, brown hair, long legs, the typical gorgeous woman.

Larry looked up and slowly let go of Ally as Ally looked up at the strange woman. "Jamie, um, this woman," he indicated Ally, "was attacked, we ran into each other as she was running off, and I brought her in."

"Oh you poor thing!" Jamie got sentimental all of a sudden and then looked upon Larry adoringly. "If you weren't there honey…" she trailed off.

Detective Anderson looked at Larry, Jamie, back to Larry again and then finally to Ally who looked, almost heartbroken by it. The one person who shows sympathy to me, has to be taken, what are the odds, she thought.

"Jamie stop it," Larry said sternly.

"Stop what Larry?" Jamie looked at him innocently.

"Well for one, I'm not your 'honey' anymore," he paused. "And for two, what is this with acting all sugary sweet and innocent? We both know what you're about; you don't have to act around me or anyone else. And by the way, where's Sam?" Larry asked worriedly.

Ally looked back and forth between the two of them, her expression becoming more hopeful, then she stopped herself. Wait a minute! What's your problem? she scolded herself. You just got out of one HELLUVA bad marriage, you don't need to do this, obsess over some guy you just met. But there WAS something about him, be in the warmth in his arms, or him defending her, all she knew was that she wanted to keep him in her life. The question was how.

"I left him over at Helena's house, quit complaining. He's safe with your EX," she emphasized ex coolly.

Larry rolled his eyes and focused his attention back to Ally. "Are you gonna be okay?" he asked, his tone MUCH softer.

Ally let out a soft smile while Jamie rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna be okay, I think," she replied looking at him with soft eyes.

Larry looked at her for a moment. There was something about this woman, he thought, what was it, well he didn't know; but he DID know that he didn't want to lose touch with her. Maybe it was her eyes, he thought as he gazed long into them.

Detective Anderson interrupted all this mushy gushy stuff, "Well Miss McBeal, in order to press charges, you'll need to have your lawyer present."

As Ally was about to say she'd call Renee, Larry interrupted. "I'm her lawyer."

Ally's gaze immediately sidetracked back to him. "You're a lawyer?" she asked, puzzled. What are the odds? she thought.

"Yes, I am," he replied warmly gazing upon her again. "And since I was there, I'd feel very comfortable covering this case," he paused. "So long as you don't mind," he questioned her.

"Okay," Ally replied looking back to Detective Anderson and then to Larry again. "Here's my lawyer, can we get started on this? I want him put away for life!" she exclaimed.

Jamie was standing by watching all of this, not happy with what was happening. She was losing the one man she loved to some fragile twig. I'm gonna have to find this ex-husband of hers, get him back into the picture and her out of my picture, permanently, Jamie vowed silently to herself as a smile arose to her face.

"I thought I was your lawyer Ally!" Renee complained.

"I can't explain it Renee," Ally began. "There's just something about him. I feel the yearning to be around him all the time. I feel," she paused pensively. "I feel safe around him," she finished looking up at Renee.

"Well do you really think that you're ready for a relationship Ally?" Renee asked, apprehensively.

"I don't know Renee, but," she sighed dreamily. "I really like this man."

Ally was working away in her office when suddenly there was a tap on her door. It was Elaine once again.

"Come in!" Ally shouted, not looking up from her work.

"You have a visitor Ally," she peaked in a little more. "A very YUMMY visitor, might I add!" Elaine licked her lips.

Ally looked up, "Elaine what are you talking a-," Elaine opened the door and backed up. Larry Paul was standing there in a purple suit and orange tie looking, 'yummy' as Elaine had described it. Ally immediately felt weak. "Larry, hi," Ally smiled.

"Ally, hey, how are you doing? Are you hanging in there?" Larry asked lovingly showing deep concern.

"Well, I've seen better days," she paused. "But I've seen worse as well," she thought of the day with the pan, the first time everything started happening and she shook her head violently at the thought.

Larry saw this and a touch of concern turned up on his face, "Ally, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

Ally looked at him, "Um, just, thinking…" she trailed off.

"Well, I wanted to see if you wanted to have lunch," he looked at her hopefully.

"Oh," she looked at her watch. Man how time flies now, she thought. "Is it that late already? I'd love to," she mustered up a smile.

"Great! I know the perfect place!" Larry smiled widely when she accepted.

Ally and Larry were walking down the streets of Boston, not talking too much, but totally into each other's presence. All of a sudden they passed the department store that Ally was supposed to meet Douglas that one day and Ally stopped and gasped. Larry took a couple more steps, noticed she wasn't with him, turned around and took a look at the horrified look on Ally's face.

"Ally, what's wrong?" Larry asked.

"Um, uh," Ally felt weak in her knees and she thought of the burns and saw the noodles splashing on the floor. She put a hand on her neck remembering the pain of Douglas forcing her to the ground and she started trembling violently. A tear rolled down her face and it didn't stop at one tear. Larry walked over to Ally and wrapped her in his arms tightly.

"If I would have waited half an hour longer," she moaned in between her tears. "If I-." She stopped and broke down right there in the middle of the sidewalk and all the people bustling around them. Larry just held her tightly and Ally cried even harder.

What did this woman do to deserve all of this pain and agony? he wondered.

Larry had brought Ally to his office and they were sitting on the couch next to his conference table. Larry had brought Ally a cup of coffee and sat down next to her.

"Do you wanna tell me what happened?" he offered softly.

"Um, I guess," she paused and took a deep breath. "I guess I'm gonna have to if you're going to represent me in court," she started. She excused herself for a moment and went to the bathroom. When she came back, she had removed her pantyhose and sat back down on the couch. She took a deep breath and proceeded. "These," referring to the scars on her legs, "are from the first time Douglas started being rough with me." Larry gasped and a hand went immediately to his mouth. "We were supposed to meet at the department store we were standing outside of today when," she trailed off and motioned with her hand that he knew. Larry nodded and Ally continued. "I waited half an hour for him to meet me and then I went home figuring he was either there, or got hung up or something. So I started to cook dinner, spaghetti, and then Douglas came home. I went out to the living room to meet him and he was angry, very angry. He claimed to have been waiting for me for an hour and I 'never showed up.' He backed me into the kitchen and I eventually made it to the stove and I knocked over the pan full of boiling hot water and noodles. This apparently," she paused letting out a silent cry and then clearing her throat. Larry put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "This apparently made him even more mad and he," she grabbed her neck, the visions overpowering her. "He grabbed my neck and shoved me down to the floor on my knees in the hot water and amidst the noodles and growled at me to clean the mess up. He called me a slob, shoved me on the floor and left the room. That's where these came from," she was now holding onto both of her knees rocking back and forth, trembling even more. "Then," she paused.

"There's more?" Larry asked incredulously.

"I was in the bathroom nursing my legs with every kind of ointment I could think of and Douglas yelled at me to come into the bedroom and I scrambled in there. He was under the covers, naked, and," she started stuttering the words. "He told me to strip and get under the covers and he, he," she couldn't finish she was crying so hard by then, her whole body convulsing.

Larry scooped Ally up into his arms and held her tight. He raped her, Larry finished silently.

"And it happened, every night. Something different," Ally continued looking up at Larry. "I began to think it was all my fault. I just accepted it as normal and," she grabbed her thighs. "He was so rough, it hurt so bad," and I was 4 months pregnant Larry. I was gonna have a baby!" She started shaking even more at the thought of her lost child.

"Didn't Renee notice anything? he questioned her.

"Douglas told me," she hiccupped. "If I told anyone, he would kill me and our baby."

Larry noticed she didn't have a baby and the sound of the word baby made her cry harder. "How did you lose the baby?" he asked softly.

"He did it, he made me lose the baby," she kept saying. "Renee had showed up one night and I came home to Douglas, corning her in the wall, his hand around her neck and he looked at me with rage in his eyes. He told me that he had said not to say anything. He let go of Renee's neck and Renee fell to the floor. He started back me up the stairs and he had cornered me into the wall right above the stairs. He was close enough I could feel his breath and," she stopped wincing and grabbing her face as she felt the pain all over again. "He, he," she tried to say.

"It's okay Ally, take your time," Larry eased her.

"He smacked me hard as he could on my face, which started to bleed, and then, as I fell to the floor, he started kicking me in the stomach and, and," she pushed forward. "He kicked me down the stairs and I blacked out. I got a restraining order against him and then everything you know now," she collapsed against Larry's chest hyperventilating by then.

"Well you don't have to worry about that man anymore Ally, I promise you. No matter what, I won't let ANYTHING happen to you. I promise." Larry knew from that moment on that he would not let that woman out of his sight if he could help it.

"Hello?" Douglas answered the phone.

"Hi, is this Douglas Kaysen?" a raspy feminine voice asked.

"Depends on who's calling," he replied questionably.

"Let's just say that I'm someone who can help you," she stopped.

After a pause Douglas replied, "I'm listening."

"So you're being sued by Ally McBeal, am I correct?"

"Yes, I am, but of what interest is that to you?" Douglas questioned again.

"Well, let's just say I have a way that you can get to her," she broke off. "If you're interested…"

Renee watched as Ally started to brush her hair. She was getting ready to go out with Larry Paul that night. He was going to 'show her how a woman is supposed to be treated' she remembered telling Renee with slight excitement in her voice.

"Well Ally, you're finally going on a date with another guy, hopefully a better one," Renee commented.

"Oh Renee, it's just Larry," Ally tried to shrug it off, but she knew damn well that it was a very special date. She had grown very fond of Mr. Paul. He had been there for her and held her when she needed to cry and comforted her when things went wrong. "But you're not mad that he's my lawyer now?" she looked at Renee apologetically.

"Oh no honey! I'm actually glad, gets you two to get to know one another and get," she paused to put emphasis on the next word, "closer!"

Renee laughed and Ally swatted at her playfully. "Now Renee, leave it alone, it's not that big of a deal, sure he's a great guy," just then the doorbell rang. Ally perked up which caused Renee to laugh even more.

"Go get him girl," Renee kept laughing as Ally stared at her.

Ally walked to the door and opened it. There stood Larry with a single white rose and a big smile on his face at the sight of her. "Hey you!" he exclaimed. "Gosh you look beautiful," he sighed.

Ally smiled, "Thanks, come in, please," she took a step back and let him walk through the door.

Renee popped out of Ally's bedroom, "Hi Larry, how are ya?"

"Oh I'm good, how 'bout yourself?" Larry smiled.

"Never been better," Renee giggled.

"Let me just get my purse, I'll be right back Larry," Ally walked back into her bedroom and shut the door. Larry seized the opportunity, "Renee?" he asked. "How is Ally coping? Is she alright?" He looked at Renee, his eyes filled with concern.

"Well Larry," Renee began, her enthusiasm dropped slightly. "She's really glad that she has someone to hold her. She feels very close to you Larry, I don't know what it is, but I swear, if you,"

Larry cut Renee off, "Renee, don't, PLEASE don't read me the wrong way!" He lowered his voice and leaned in closer to Renee, "To be honest with you Renee, I'm having strong feelings for Ally, but I," he paused, took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. He replaced them and continued, "I don't think she's ready for anything serious," he sighed and looked at Renee pitifully.

That was EXACTLY what Renee had hoped for. She wanted Larry to like Ally the way she KNEW Ally was likin' Larry, even if she wouldn't admit it. "Well Larry, in admitting that to me, you got my vote of confidence!" Renee's enthusiasm was renewed. "She really likes you too Larry, I can tell, but you can't beat around the bush with her, just be straightforward with her and," she paused. "Take it easy on her, she really does deserve to be happy, more, more than anyone else I've ever known."

"Well I can promise you Renee, I will NOT treat her even remotely the same as Douglas did. I know she deserves better and every bone in my body tells me that I'm gonna be that person to give her what she deserves," he finished confidently.

Ally's door opened and she walked out with her purse and a shawl wrapped around her arms. "Okay Larry," she started with a smile. "I'm ready, let's go. Goodbye Renee," she smiled at her friend. Renee was her best friend, and she knew it.

"This is for the pretty lady," Larry smiled as he handed Ally the rose and took her opposite hand. All Ally could do was smile.

"Bye you two! Have fun!" Renee called after them happily as she shut the door.

Little did she know, that fun, would take on a whole different meaning.

Ally and Larry had had a wonderful dinner. They talked about anything and everything. Larry did his best to sway from topics that would bring up horrible memories from Ally's past and he was successful. Ally was just full of laughter that night. She couldn't believe that her and Larry were getting along so well. She so desperately wanted someone to be able to be there for her again, but she didn't know how to do anything anymore. It was all a big blur.

They got up ready to leave and Larry excused himself to the restroom and Ally said she would wait outside the restaurant for him. She stepped out into the fresh crisp evening air and took a deep breath. She was happy; for once in her life, she was content.

All of a sudden, before Ally knew what was going on, she was drug by the hair to the back of the restaurant and knocked out.

Larry stepped outside into the night and looked around. Where's Ally? Oh my god!!!! Where's Ally??? he thought frantically searching the perimeter with fear in his eyes. He ran back inside and poked the hostess, "Excuse me, did you see a woman exit this building about a minute ago?" he asked, frenzied. The hostess shook her head and Larry ran back outside, combing the streets with his eyes.

"ALLY!!!!!!" he screamed with all of his might. "ALLY!!!!!! WHERE ARE YOU???" all of a sudden people started coming out asking him if he was all right. All he could do was shake his head and mumble that his girlfriend had been kidnapped or something.

Someone offered a cell phone and he quickly dialed Detective Anderson's number.

"Detective Anderson here," a voice picked up.

"Detective Anderson! Larry was scared by now, "Ally, I, she," he couldn't finish.

Detective Anderson interrupted him immediately recognizing the voice, "What's wrong Mr. Paul? Is Ally all right? Where is she?" he started getting worried himself now.

"She's disappeared Detective, I don't know where she went!" he started crying now. It was all his fault, he started blaming himself, I let her out of my sight, this is all my fault. Larry dropped the phone and fell to the floor on his knees screaming to the high heavens. Somebody picked up the phone and told the detective where they were and hung up.

"That man will be here shortly," a woman squeezed his shoulder in comfort and went back inside to leave Larry outside, in the middle of the street, crying.

Ally woke up, in a dark room, tied to a chair. She lifted her head up, looked around and noticed it was her old house. She also saw someone sitting in front of her, in a shadow. All she could see was the person's eyes. She knew those eyes all too well. It was Douglas.

"Well if it isn't my deranged ex-wife," Douglas commented, his tone rather soft. "I see you've moved on nicely, you whore," his tone strengthened. "Do you like to steal other people's men or is this your first time?" Douglas continued.

Ally looked at Douglas in confusion and a woman stepped out of the shadows. Ally looked at her trying to recognize her.

"Remember me?" she asked coolly. "I believe you were with MY man tonight," she said angrily.

Ally knew then, it was Jamie. "But, I thought that, you two-" Jamie cut her off.

"We ARE together dammit! We have a son together and we live together! How can we NOT be together?" she screamed at Ally. Douglas looked at Jamie as she tried to regain composure. "You home wrecker," Jamie continued, looking at Ally, disgusted. "You just try and move in on my happy home and take away the only man I've ever loved. Can you even imagine what this must be like on his son?" Jamie questioned.

His son, she thought, he has a son? Ally was confused. Larry had never mentioned it to her. Then again, she thought, we did spend a lot of our time talking about MY problems. She sighed and a tear rolled down her face. Ally was truly terrified. This is it, she thought, I'm going to die. "Um," Ally started. "I didn't know you two had a son together, I'm sorry. I really, despite what you may think, had no intention of," Ally gulped, "ruining your happy home." Ally looked up at Jamie desperately.

Jamie walked furiously over to Ally and grabbed her hair, "To HELL you didn't!" she screamed at Ally.

"You knew damn well what you were getting yourself into. Douglas here says that you've got quite a knack of destroying good things. Like you two for instance," she smiled. "You know," she bent down to whisper in Ally's ear. "He would love to kiss and make up with you," she grinned nodding towards Douglas. Douglas got up and made his way over to Ally. Jamie backed up away from Ally and Douglas knelt down beside her. "I've missed you baby. The nights have been cold and lonely without you," he paused and took a hand and put it down towards her vaginal area. "Without this," indicating where his hand was. Ally gasped as Douglas smiled. Killer smile, she thought. She remembered the first time he had flashed that to her in law school almost a year ago, the smile that won her over now only made her flinch. Douglas licked the side of her face and Ally let out a cry.

"Oh shut up girley!" Jamie snarled from the side. "You know you love it!"

"Ever make love all tied up Ally baby?" Douglas asked her, cooing. "It's a lot of fun, wanna see what it's like?" Douglas got on top of her and straddled her. He started kissing her neck. It was salty and sweet. He made his way down her neck to her chest. He took a knife out of his back pocket and ripped the front of her dress to expose her breasts. He smiled an evil smile and took them both in his hands. He squeezed them with all his might and Ally let out a sharp scream "Now now now," Douglas scolded. He motioned to Jamie who brought over a scarf. He took it and wrapped it around Ally's mouth. "We can't have you waking up the neighbors. Douglas resorted back to playing with Ally. He took a breast in his mouth and sucked on the bud, but roughly and Ally groaned in pain. "What's that baby? Oh you like it, it feels good, okay, well how about this?" his hand ventured down south again to her vaginal area and he rubbed up against it hard with his hand. She let out another painful groan. Her eyes were clamped shut full of water and she had no idea what was going to happen next.

"Do you have ANY idea where she might be Mr. Paul?" Detective Anderson questioned.

"If I did, do you think I'd be here right now?" Larry asked in distress looking up at him heatedly.

"Okay, so you think it was Mr. Kaysen who took her?" another detective asked. Larry was out of his right mind and so Detective Anderson had asked a few other colleges of his to help him out on this one.

"Of course he took her you idiot! Who else would take someone so innocent?" Larry howled.

"Okay, so where could Mr. Kaysen be staying at?" Detective Anderson looked at Larry.

"Well they couldn't have gotten very far, not if it JUST happened when Mr. Paul came outside," another detective offered.

"Yes, but by now, they could be anywhere," Detective Anderson pointed out. "I wonder," he looked at Larry. "Do you know if Ally got the house from Mr. Kaysen in the divorce? My memory's been robbed for the moment."

"Ally got it, but she didn't want it, too many bad memories," he remembered what Ally had told him, the noodles on the floor and the staircase. He envisioned what had happened so clear that he felt as if he was a witness to the crime.

"Let's try there," Detective Anderson looked at the others. "It's worth a shot, what've we got to lose?" And with that, they all were out of the door to the station and heading over to the former Kaysen residence.

"Are you having FUN Ally?" Jamie taunted her. Ally's dress was completely open and she was crying so hard. "What's it feel like? Now THIS is the person you should be with, not my Larry, got it?" Ally nodded slowly. "You can stop now Douglas."

Douglas flashed Jamie a 'what the hell are you talking about' look. "Oh Jamie, I've only JUST begun with her. She left me, she lost our baby," Ally squealed at that. She knew damn well it wasn't her fault she lost the baby. Douglas was the one who kicked her down the stairs. "Now, it's time to pick up where we left off," Douglas said glaring at her as he removed his t-shirt.

"Douglas, I thought we were just gonna scare her," Jamie said nervously.

"Jamie, you can't properly scare someone unless you follow through. They will always believe that you will never follow through," he looked back at Ally. "She needs to know I'm serious," he licked his lips.

Ally started moving around and panicking. She didn't know what else to do. Next thing she remembers is getting smacked again across the face.

Larry was getting frantic in the car. "Can't you drive any faster?" he complained.

"We're almost there Mr. Paul," Detective Anderson said calmly.

"How can you be so relaxed when god only knows what's happening to Ally right now?" he accused.

They pulled into a driveway and Larry jumped out. "Mr. Paul!" Detective Anderson called out. "We have to do it procedurally!" he kept calling, but it was too late. Larry was already pulling and yanking on the door. Detective Anderson and his men gathered around the door "Please move Mr. Paul," Anderson moved Larry back with his gun barrel. All of the officers gathered around the door in a circle and Anderson kicked the door open with his foot. One by one, the men ran inside. Larry darted upstairs and checked all the rooms. He finally came to an empty room where he found Douglas with his shirt off and pants undone, hanging over a passed out Ally, dress ripped open exposing her chest, and Jamie.

"Jamie! What the HELL are YOU doing here??" he howled at her. He looked at Ally's frail limp body exposed underneath Douglas. Larry hurled at him in anger. Douglas fell to the floor and Larry started kicking the hell out of him in the stomach. "How does it feel you bastard!!!" Larry yelled.

"Mr. Paul!" Detective Anderson, with his men following, burst through the door. Anderson pulled Larry away from Douglas, who was lying sprawled out on the floor. The other detectives picked Douglas up and put him against the wall. They started reading him his rights and then one of them went over to Jamie.

"Miss, are you-" Larry cut him off.

"She's in on it! She was here the whole time!" Larry was screaming.

"Please, calm down Mr. Paul." Larry broke away and ran to Ally and untied her. He started stroking her hair.

"I'm sooooo sorry honey! I'm SOOO sorry I left you alone!!! I didn't mean to, it'll never happen again!!!" Larry started crying while cradling her in his arms and crying.

"Let's get her to a hospital," Detective Anderson said softly, looking at the hunched over Larry. Larry wrapped Ally up in his jacket, which he had removed, picked her up by her legs and neck, and carried her to the car.

"Jamie and Douglas were led away in handcuffs, heads bent down. Her and Douglas were placed in a separate car away from Ally and Larry. Jamie was cursing. "I told you to stop Douglas, you stupid fuck!"

"Shut up you!" the officer shoved her in the car.

Renee ran into the hospital in a frenzy. "Ally McBeal's room please," she asked the receptionist, and then she saw Larry. "Larry! How's Ally, where is she? Is she all right?" Renee was crying.

"She's gonna be okay, I think, but she's suffered trauma to the head, again," Larry sighed. His eyes were all cried out. He felt so guilty at that moment.

"Larry," Renee began. "It's not your-," Larry cut her off.

"No Renee, it IS my fault. I let her go outside. I let her be kidnapped. It's all my fault!" Larry exclaimed. He didn't think he could cry anymore, but he did, oh did he cry.

Renee comforted him by rubbing his back gently as he held his head in his hands and sobbed. "Can I see her?" Renee asked softly when Larry's crying let up a bit.

"Of course you can," Larry got up and led her to Ally's room. Renee gasped when she saw her best friend. Ally had a bandage wrapped up on her upper left cheek because of the gash that Douglas had caused when he hit her again. She was hooked up to an IV and was pale as a ghost.

"Oh!" Renee let out and turned to put her head on Larry's shoulder she started crying herself. Renee had hoped that she would never see Ally hooked up to that damn machine again. It hurt her like hell before, but it was nothing compared to what she was feeling at that very moment.

Renee had looked up and excused herself. Larry however, stayed in that same spot looking at Ally. He blamed himself one hundred percent for what she had gone through. It didn't even dawn on him that something could happen to Ally who was outside by herself. Even for that single minute she was by herself. He knew he should have thought that maybe Douglas was watching Ally. Seeing her every move and waiting for the right opportunity to seize her, and, and, he couldn't even finish the thought.

"Ally," he whispered her name and moved to the chair beside her that he had put there before and sat. "Ally, I am SO sorry for all of this. This was all my fault and I don't know how you can ever forgive me, but if you would, I will do whatever it takes to get your love," he stopped, amazed at what he had said. Have I really fallen for this woman? he thought. Do I love her? Larry took a deep breath and clasped her hand in his. "I will spend the rest of my life making this up to you," he said behind his tears that had started to flow yet again.