She turned and locked eyes with Denby for a split second, then cringed as he got off two shots, hitting the Dominican squarely in the chest as he was raising his gun. Their assailant dropped to his knees and fired one shot back at Harry before he collapsed. The bullet whistled past Diane and punched through the wall inches from Harry's head. He flinched, not sure if he was actually hit or not.

Harry quickly stepped past her and kicked the gun away from the dying man on the floor. She reached for Denby, shaking, trying to see if he was bleeding, "Are you hit?"

"I don't think so...no," he said breathlessly as he ran his hand back through his hair. He checked his hand for blood, and seeing none he focused on Diane. She still had cord wrapped around her ankle and was having a hard time keeping on her feet. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her none too gently down the hall to the bedroom.

Harry shut the door behind them with a kick and set Diane down carefully on the floor on the far side of the bed. "More outside," he whispered. "They're probably on their way up to check on their friend." He put down his gun and freed her ankle from the cutting cord.

Starting with her leg, he began to touch her all over, checking for wounds, "Are you all right? Diane... are you hurt?" She adjusted he sleeping shirt for more coverage.

"Yeah, I'm all right, Denby. Hand me my gun." She pointed. "It's over there on the floor."

Not really hearing her yet, he continued to run his hands lightly over her, stopping at her face when he saw the blood on the corner of her mouth. He carefully felt along her jaw, back to her ear for swelling.

She drew in her breath sharply. It DID hurt.

Harry let out a small, sympathetic moan and kissed her lightly, surprising them both.

"I'm... all right," she repeated and drew back from him. "What are you doing here? How did you know..."

"I uh, recognized the two out front and came up the back way," he replied as he handed the gun from the floor over to her. He didn't think for a moment that a half truth would really satisfy her but he tried it out of habit. He was still thinking about her lips anyway.

"What?" She paused, waiting for him to look her in the eye again. "Did you follow me home?"

"Guilty, Detective Russell, but it's worse than you think. I've been by here every night for over a week." Diane waited and looked intently at him. "I figured with Don locked up, some of these bad guys might take it upon themselves to locate Don's stash. It'd be just like him to leave your address lying around."