Hello faithful readers! I was reading over some of your reviews, and someone mentioned they were sad that I hadn't included a scene from Casey's POV after Allie was stabbed. Before I knew it, the ideas came flooding in, and I sat down an wrote this! I'm hard at work on the sequel to this, so hopefully I'll have that up sometime before the end of the year. (Life is insanely busy right now, so that's the best I feel like I can promise and still deliver on!) Hope you enjoy this extra scene!

Casey's arms reached out automatically as Allie's legs suddenly gave out on her. His eyes caught sight of the rapidly-growing blood stain on her shirt, and his heart nearly froze. "You okay?" he asked.

Allie shook her head. "No, I don't think so," she said, then passed out.

Casey gently lowered her to the floor, his mind and heart a whirl of emotions. Right then, the door burst open, and a special ops team came pouring in, with Bartowski and Walker in the lead.

"Casey!" Bartowski called, running over.

"Oh, my God," Walker said, as she caught sight of Allie's unconscious form.

"Allie?!" Bartowski cried in panic. "Casey, what happened? Is she going to be okay?"

"She took on the two men guarding the door. One of them had a knife. She was still able to take them down after she was stabbed," Casey said in admiration, not taking his eyes off her still form. He reached out a hand and brushed away a lock of brown hair that had fallen in her face.

"We need a medical team, stat!" Walker said into a radio. Within moments, paramedics were rushing up with a stretcher.

Casey stood up carefully, taking care to not jostle Allie around too much. He placed her on the stretcher, then ran a hand down her cheek. "Hang in there, darlin'. Don't you quit on me now." He turned to one of the paramedics. "I'm riding with you."

The paramedic took one glance at the look on Casey's face and decided it would be in his best interest to not even attempt to argue with the man. "You got it."

Casey finally turned to look at Walker and Bartowski. "Tell Ellie and Woodcomb to meet us at the hospital," he said. "Tell them we were mugged while coming out of a movie. I want Woodcomb operating on her." Without waiting for a reply, he strode off in the direction of the ambulance.

As he sat in the back holding Allie's hand as the paramedics worked to stabilize her, John Casey found himself praying to a God who he hadn't spoken to in years.

Please, let her live, was all he could think to say. It what seemed like no time at all, they were at the hospital, and Woodcomb was there when the doors to the ambulance opened.

"What have we got?" Woodcomb asked as they set the stretcher on the ground.

"Female, late 20s, single stab wound on the right side. One unit of blood already given. Pulse weak, but steady."

"Allie, can you hear me?" Woodcomb called, prying open her eyes one at a time and shining a light in them.

"She's been unconscious for about 20 minutes now," Casey said as they wheeled the stretcher into the hospital.

"Thanks, Casey. I'll take it from here." Woodcomb turned towards the nurse who had come to help push the stretcher. "Let's get her into OR 3 stat."

One of the hardest things Casey had ever had to do in his life was to simply stand there, and let Woodcomb whisk Allie away from him. He had to trust that everything would be done to save Allie's life.

A light hand on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts. He turned and saw Ellie and Morgan standing there, Morgan looking terrified, and Ellie clearly trying to stay strong.

"John, what happened?" Ellie asked.

"We were mugged while coming out of a movie," Casey said, trying to keep it simple. "The guy grabbed Allie and held a knife to her throat. When he demanded that I had over my wallet, Allie decided to use some of the self-defense moves that I taught her. She was able to break free, but the bastard was able to stab her before running off."

"Oh my God," Ellie breathed.

Morgan held out a brown paper bag. "I thought you might want a change of clothes," he said.

Casey looked down and noticed for the first time that his shirt was covered in blood. "Thanks, Grimes," he said, taking the bag and heading to the nearest bathroom.

Five minutes later, he was back in the waiting room, prowling around like a caged tiger. I can't lose her, he thought over and over. Morgan watched as he paced, but wisely didn't say anything.

Time lost all meaning to Casey as he waited. At one point, Walker and Bartowski showed up. Walker murmured to him that everyone in the warehouse had been taken into custody, but Casey barely heard her. Bartowski told him that General Beckman hoped Allie would make a full recovery, and to keep her updated.

After what seemed like an eternity, Woodcomb finally walked into the room, looking exhausted. He was still in his scrubs, and it was obvious he had just come from the operating room.

"How is she?" Casey asked, getting right to the point, his heart in his throat. Please...

"She's going to be just fine," Woodcomb said with a smile, and it was like a huge weight had been taken off of Casey's shoulders. "She lost a lot of blood, but the knife missed any major organ. She's incredibly lucky."

"I want to see her," Casey said.

"She won't wake up for a few more hours, if not until tomorrow morning," Woodcomb warned. "But I'll take you to her room."

When Casey saw Allie lying in the hospital bed and heard the steady beep-beep-beep of the heart monitor, he let out the breath he had been holding since she passed out in the warehouse. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"I'm here, darlin'," he whispered, "and I'm not going anywhere until you wake up." And Casey settled down in the chair next to the bed to wait.