Letting Go Is Hard To Do

By: TN MAMA BEAR

Summary: Wyatt now knows who his wife's killer is. What is he going to do about it? What consequences will their decisions in present day have on their future?

A/N: I do not own any of the characters or the show, only the ideas that I am writing about here.

After last night's episode I just had to write this story! It was screaming to be wrote.

Please review and let me know what you think of this story. I love reading everyone's reviews and will always try to put in any ideas or requests you have.

CHAPTER 1

Wyatt Logan pulled his Dodge Ram into the drive of their suburban home. He had kept up the yard and he had kept up Jessica's beloved flower bed, replanting the ones that died year after year. He even kept the bird feeders filled, remembering how she loved to sit out under the big old oak tree in their yard and watch the birds.

He walked in their home, which always seemed dark and lonely without Jessica there. His mind was racing with a million thoughts as he went over and over the phone call from Flynn.

He picked up a photo of the two of them together and plopped down on the sofa, starting into Jessica's bright blue eyes.

He remembered her laugh, the way she kissed his lips so softly and tenderly. He remembered all of the plans they had for their future. Worst of all, he was haunted by the last night he had seen her.

Wyatt had just returned from Iraq a few days earlier.

"Jess, come on, get dressed, I am taking you out." he grinned at her one evening.

"Where to?"

"Dinner and dancing." Wyatt kissed her quickly.

"But you HATE to go dancing, and you suck at it too," She laughed.

"That doesn't matter. You love it and I am sure you could teach me a few steps." he slapped her butt, now get dressed we are going on a date.

"Wyatt, we are MARRIED! Dating is over."

"No it's not. I can take my wife out on a date anytime I want to."

"Oh alright," she laughed, "I am not going to turn down a chance to go dancing. I can never get you out on the dance floor."

"I promise to dance all night long!" he grinned, "anything you want. This is your night, baby."

"I am gonna hold you to that, Mister." she pressed her lips to his, then hurried off to their room to dress for the evening.

He wasn't sure where things went so wrong. Maybe it was the fact that he was still fighting his own demons over what he saw over seas. Maybe it was the fact that he was so insecure. He didn't know how a woman as sweet and beautiful as Jessica could ever love him.

All he knew was the jealous rage he felt about half way though the night.

"Wyatt, come on. You promised to dance all night long and you only danced one dance so far!" Jessica begged, "Come on, let's dance to this one at least. I LOVE this song!"

"Jessica, stop it. I am no good at dancing and you know it. I tried, I gave you one dance. I don't like it. I am not good at it. There were plenty of line dance songs you could have danced to. You don't need me."

"I WANT to dance with YOU. Line dance songs or not. I am here with you, it would be nice to feel like it." she couldn't stop the tears that started to show.

"Hey Jess, long time now see." a tall dark haired man smiled a brilliant white smile. Wyatt was instantly jealous of him, without even knowing who he was.

"Rick, how nice to see you." Jessica smile seemed to light up the room, "Wyatt, this is Rick, we go a way back. Old friends from college."

"Old friends? Jess, that hardly does us justice." Rick smiled, "We were practically married."

Wyatt sat up straighter and glared at Rick.

"It's true. We were quiet the item in college." Jessica smiled, "I thought we would get married, settle down and start a family."

"It was my fault." Rick said, "I was a football star and right after college I got an offer to sign on with the Green Bay Packers. I couldn't resist the chance to go. Jessica didn't want to follow, she still had another year to go in college. We drifted apart I guess." he shrugged, "But look at you today, WOW! Doing good?" he asked.

"Yes, yes, I am doing good. This is my husband, Wyatt." she introduced them.

"Husband? Wow, you beat me to the punch man. Congratulations, you're a lucky man." Rick stuck out his hand and Wyatt reluctantly shook it.

"Jess, come on, we should be heading home. It's getting late." he snapped, standing from their table.

"But Wyatt, you promised dancing...we've only danced once. Please, at least a few more dances?"

"No Jess. I can't dance. I am not making a fool of my self anymore."

"Hey...if you want to dance, I'll dance with you for a few songs. For old times sake." Rick offered.

"She's my wife!" Wyatt stood up in a threatening manner and glared at Rick.

"Okay, man, back off. I was just saying, she wants to dance. If you don't want to dance I will be happy to dance with her for a few songs. I didn't mean anything by it."

"The hell you did!" Wyatt shoved Rick backwards, "She's my wife, you lost out. Leave her the hell alone. Let's go home, Jessica." he snapped.

"Sorry." she whispered to Rick though her tears, "He's not normally like this."

"I understand," Rick stated and passed her a piece of paper with his number on it, "we'll always be friends. If you need anything, call me."

"Thank you," she shoved the paper in her purse as Wyatt grabbed her hand and dragged her out the door.

"Wyatt, what the hell has gotten into you?" she yelled.

"I wanted to take my wife out tonight, for us to spend time together, not for her to throw herself at an old lover."

"I was HARDLY throwing myself at him. Besides, we are MARRIED Wyatt...that means I CHOSE you, for the rest of my life. No one could ever take me away from you. You are my husband and I love you more then anyone..."

"Oh shut the fuck up with that cheesy romance line." he spat at her, flinging his car door open, "You know as well as I do that when I am deployed you get lonely. Lonely hearts do funny things Jessica. How do I know you haven't already called him up during my last deployment?"

"Wyatt...I would never. I am committed to you and this marriage. As I thought you were." She opened her door, something Wyatt used to always do, and climbed inside.

Wyatt sped out of the parking lot, "Well you can't go back to him. I don't want you calling him or talking to him or seeing him. You are mine now, do you understand? I am not going to run around on and you and I don't expect you to run around on me."

"Wyatt James Logan!" Jessica gasped, "Rick is an old FRIEND. Yes, we dated, but that is in the past. I can't stop being friends with him because I married you. We never had or never would have what you and I have together."

Wyatt slammed the breaks on pulling over to the side of the road, "And I am suppose to believe that? I saw the way you smiled at him. You were flirting with him. You wanted to dance with him."

"Yes, you're damn right I wanted to dance with him because my HUSBAND didn't want to dance with me. I would have preferred to dance with you. This was YOUR idea after all!"

"Apparently not a good one. We'll never go dancing again, that's for damn sure!"

"You know what? You said this was MY night. Well, I am going to go enjoy what is left of MY night, with or without you!" Jessica opened her door and stepped out, looking at him with tears in her eyes, praying he would agree to come with her.

"Go on then. Go running back to that boyfriend of yours. See if I give a damn! I may or may not be home whenever you decide to come home." Wyatt glared at her.

"Fine, have it your way." Jessica slammed the door of the truck and Wyatt sped off.

Wyatt sighed, standing back up and placing the photo back in it's spot.

How he wished he could go back to that night, no matter the cost, and stop her from getting out of the car. He would go all the way back to when they first got to the bar and he would dance every dance with her and if they still saw her ex-boyfriend, he would smile and greet him like a friend.

If only he could do it all over again.

Wyatt picked up the phone and dialed Rufus' number.

"What's up?" Rufus answered on the second ring.

"Hey, what's your doing?"

"Nothing really. My brother is in school and my mother went to one of her bingo classes. What's up?"

"I wanted to talk to you. Think you could stop by? It's really important."

"Um...well, yeah. Sure. I could be there in about twenty minutes?"

"Thank you." Wyatt offered, hanging up the phone.

. . . . . .

Lucy couldn't get home fast enough. "Hey mom." she said quickly, heading straight up stairs to the bathroom.

"LUCY! Thank God! I have been worried sick about you. You have been gone almost two days!"

"Sorry mom, we have been extremely busy at work. Sometimes it's just easy for me to crash there."

"Well you could at least call me and let me know you aren't coming home!"

"SORRY MOM!" Lucy called once more, grabbing a pair of pink sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt, she disappeared quickly into the bathroom and turned on the hot water.

She felt so dirty. She was still shaking after Holmes locked her in that box. She felt like she was trapped in that sinking car all over again.

And that hotel...oh my God, they had came so close to being nothing more then another number in the many that JJ Holmes had killed in that hotel.

Lucy stepped into the shower, letting the hot water hit her, running down her back. She got to thinking about Wyatt and how worried he had looked and how relieved her was when she and Harry Houdini had opened that room. Was it relief that they were saved or was it relief that Lucy was safe?

"You're thinking about him way too much..." Lucy thought, "He is still in love with his wife. He will find her one day. He doesn't look at you as anything more then a friend, if that even."

"It's been four years. He should have been over her by now." another thought came to mind.

"Yeah, but will you ever get over Amy?" she thought. "Well that was different. Amy wasn't murdered, she was erased by something THEY had changed in the past."

"You like him. You're attracted to him. You even dream about him." her thoughts kept running though her head and she couldn't help but blush by the thoughts of some of the dreams she has had of Wyatt.

Finally, Lucy turned off the water and grabbed a towel, drying her hair and finished getting ready. The shower felt good, but she still felt dirty.

She slipped into her sweats and bounded down stairs to rustle up something quick to eat. She just wanted to retreat to her room and hide from the world.

"LUCY PRESTON!" He mother gasped, "Go back up stairs and make yourself decent for dinner. Noah is joining us tonight."

"Good for him. I don't feel like sitting though dinner, Mom. I just want to grab something quick and go to bed. I am dead tired."

"Noah is your finance, one who you moved out on and haven't seen or talked to much since then. You need to spend time with him. Now go get dressed!"

"MOM! Get out of my life, would you! Maybe I don't WANT to see Noah!" Lucy slapped a sandwich together and disappeared up stairs.

"LUCY! You get down here now!" Carolyn yelled up after her then shook her head at the knock on the door.

"Hello Noah!" Carolyn smiled, "Don't you look handsome today!"

"Thank you," he smiled, "Lucy here?"

"She's being hard headed as normal. She's up in her room. Says she doesn't feel like eating supper. She just got home from work."

"Really?" Noah stated, "Mind if I go have a word with her?"

"No, by all means, go ahead." Carolyn motioned, "Somebody needs to talk some sense into that girl."

Noah bounded up the stairs and knocked forcefully on Lucy's door.

"What do you want now?" she barked.

"It's Noah. I want to talk to you."

"I am tired, I just got home from work."

"Too tired for your finance?" he asked, "Come on Lucy, I am starting to wonder why I am even here. I brought you that house, that car, that ring, I made you everything you are. And this is the way you treat me?"

"You can have the house, keep the damn car, I like my old one, and you can have the damn ring back." she muttered, taking off the engagement ring and swinging open the door.

"God, Lucy. You're a mess! Look at you!" he scoffed, "You're hair is wet and uncombed, you have no make up and God Lucy, sweats? REALLY? Thought you had more class then that."

"It's none of your business what I do or why I do it and if you can't take me for me then you don't get me at all. I don't love you Noah. I don't even KNOW you! For that matter, the few times I have spent with you, I don't even LIKE you! And I have TRIED! Believe me!"

"What the hell are you talking about? We have been dating for almost four years and been engaged for six months! Now you tell me you don't know me and you talking about a FEW TIMES?"

"Sorry Noah, it's over." Lucy handed him the ring and slammed her bedroom door.

"You haven't heard the last of me, Lucy. I want you, I will have you. You understand me? I can offer you the world if you are with me."

"Shut the hell up." she muttered, burying herself under the covers and putting a pillow over her head. A fight with Noah was the last thing she wanted, and though he was threatening her, she hoping this was the last she would hear from him. At least that nightmare was over with.

Noah paused in the hall and pulled out his phone.

"Yes?" A man's voice answered the phone.

"Lucy gave me the ring back."

"That's a shame," the man stated, "she would be a great asset to us. We will convince her, one way or the other. Keep on her."

"Will do."

Noah put his phone away and headed back down to the kitchen, wearing his best smile.