She stopped about three feet away, watching to see what he would try next. "Pick it up, go ahead." She glanced calmly at the gun lying on the floor and then back up to him.

Wilde looked at the blood flowing freely from the wounds in his mid-drift and half laughed as he leaned over away from the gun, "Weaker sex."

Diane kicked the gun away from him and grabbed the wall phone on the way back to Harry's side. "This is Detective Russell from the fifteenth, officer down. I need an ambulance and back up immediately..."

Finishing with the 911 operator she hung up and put Harry's head back in her lap, stroking his hair with one hand and keeping her gun trained on Wilde with the other. Wilde continued to writhe and bleed, but all Diane heard was each and every gasp of breath that Harry took.

Andy arrived minutes before the ambulance and summed up the scene in the bedroom with his usual succinct phrasing, "Diane, you are one hell of a woman."

"You can't imagine how relieved I was when he returned from the service. He wanted to be part of the Corp's like his father, but I just wanted my boy back home in New York. I hated every day he was in Panama helping to track down that Noriega despot." Mrs.Denby looked lovingly over at her sleeping son and adjusted his hospital blanket.

"I didn't know he had served." Diane said. "I guess there's still a lot I don't know about Harry."

"You've got all the time in the world, dear." Mrs. Denby got up and looked out the window. She had the same crinkles around her eyes as Harry, and they showed as she squinted into the morning sun. "He's got hope because of you. I haven't seen that in his face in years." She walked around the bed and gently put her hand on Diane's shoulder. "I can't thank you enough for being there, for...for...saving him."

Diane reached up, smiling and patted her hand. "It's been several hours since you took a break, Mrs. Denby. Why don't you go downstairs and get something to eat? I'll stay here."

Katherine nodded and walked quietly out of the room.

Leaning forward with her chin on her hands, Diane studied Harry's stubbled face. He'd been in a coma for three days before he began to wake up and pull at the respirator tube. It had been out for two days now, but had barely spoken. The alcohol poisoning had very nearly taken his life and his doctors still were being guarded with their prognosis. Brain damage was entirely possible.

Wilde was recovering from his wounds as well. He decided to take a deal from the DA getting him out of the death penalty if he testified against Prosecutor Munroe. He confessed to forcing Harry to write the suicide note. The two Dominicans were nowhere to be found and had most likely had fled the country.