A/N: I have been meaning to do this for a while.....
But never found the time....
Just let me know if you want this to be a multi-chap fic.
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"The preacher man said let us bow our heads and pray.
Oh please lift this soul.
And heal this hurt.
Then the congregation all stood up and sang.
The saddest song.
That she'd ever heard.
Then they handed her.
A folded up flag.
And she held on.
To all she had left.
Of him.
Oh and what could have been.
And then the guns rang.
For one last shot.
And it felt like.
A bullet in her heart..."
Just A Dream- Carrie Underwood.

She stood by him through everything.
Even when he was in the wrong, she would always risk her job for him. Lie for him to get him out of the shit.
When their mutual friend died due to being shot with a Mac 10. They held each other's hand at his funeral. He comforted her as she cried into his shoulder.
It seemed like a normal job. Risking the things they always did. Their lives.
She would make a joke out of it. Try to lighten everybody's mood.
He would tell her impropriate her jokes were and everyone would ask them why they haven't gotten together yet.
He wondered about that everyday.

She was only 26, he was 34. But he treated her as if she wasn't the only woman on the team, he would treat her the way she wanted to be treated. As a guy. As a CO19 officer instead of a little girl way out of her league.
It was supposed to be a simple in and out task.
Something they've done hundreds of times before.
But this time something went wrong.
The other man wasn't supposed to be there. He wasn't supposed to be carrying a gun either.
He could still hear her coughing up the blood as she fell to her knees. He did the only thing he could do and pumped the guy full of as many bullets as his chamber would allow.

The blood was falling fast and hard.
He could hear himself pleading to her not to die. Telling her how much he loved her. Pulling off her helmet and looking into her grey eyes. Brushing her mahogany hair away.
Ripping off her clothes, he tried to find the bullet wound in her stomach. But there was far too much blood.

She gave him a small smile and coughed up more blood. He couldn't bare to see her like this.
Anyone but her.
"Stay with me Li. C'mon darl. We've been through too much together" He pleaded with her as he took off his own helmet and threw his gun down to the ground.
Closing her eyes, Liana Mason took her final breaths.
Max Carter continued to plead with her not to die. Tears were dwelling in his eyes.
He couldn't let her die. Not the girl who had stood by him. Helped him overcome the guilt he felt after killing Thomas Jankowoski.

The following week was her funeral.
He wept no tears as all the tears that could be, already has been.
Just sat there in the pews, looking up at the casket which held the girl of his dreams.
And he never told her.
Her family was openly crying beside him, holding each other. Loving each other.
He'd let her down.
He failed to keep her safe.

Moving to Sun Hill was probably the best thing he could have done.
His sergeant assumed it was because of the media hype around the killing of the man who killed Liana.
But the real reason was because Liana's death was too recent. Too fresh.
He needed a new start. Somewhere where no one would know his past unless he told them. Them and his superiors.
They would never know about the girl who stole his heart and died in the line of duty.
They would never know how much it truly killed him inside.

DS Max Carter stood at the end of the grave.
2 years ago he was standing in the exact spot. Wondering where it all went wrong.
Liana Mason.
Loving daughter, sister, and friend.
Died in the line of duty.

His hands were filled with warmth as someone laced their own through his.
Max clenched his hand around the other and bowed his head in a silent prayer.
She would never be forgotten by him.
Never in a million years.
"She would want me to be happy" He mumbled to the person standing next to him. As if answering their unasked question.
Nodding, the person standing next to him let go of his hand "Do you think she would want you to be with me?" They asked.
Max smiled and looked up at the sky "She would love you" He gave a small chuckle and turned to the other person.
He raised a hand to their face and stroked it compassionately "Millie Brown, she would love everything about you" He bent down to give the orange haired woman a longing kiss which she returned eagerly.

Gone but never forgotten. She will never be you Liana Max thought as he walked back to his car, hand in hand with PC Millie Brown.