Fear is an emotion Mac Taylor has only seen rarely in the face of Stella Bonasera. She's tough; almost too tough, sometimes. She's almost as much of a workaholic as he admits to being, and passionate about it.
To be afraid for her is a thing that, again, hardly ever happens for more than a moment. He's still a Marine at heart, after all - he doesn't let fear stop him.
Right now? He's more frightened for her than he's ever been.
But when she lifts her head from where she lies, face-down on the floor among broken glass, her eyes - horrified and fearful, so deep a green - somehow reassure him.
She's alive. She's not hurt. She's been scared out of her mind for a minute, but she'll be okay.
He wants to sweep her up in his arms and never let her go. The ache in his chest frustrates him, just for a moment. They hold each other's eyes. She doesn't see it.
The world crashes in.
She may not be hurt, but Danny-- There's no time for them in this.
He knows he'll revisit it, later. He'll dream about it, probably a nightmare and not the first he'll have had involving her, though not the first good dream either, if it is that. But not now.
There's no time. There never is.