"Mel, I'm home." Fin called out as he shut the door to their apartment. He placed his keys, badge and gun on the mahogany table in the small foyer. He tossed his jacket on to the couch in the living room before walking towards their bedroom. Melinda hadn't answered him, so he figured she was sleeping. It was rather late.
He opened the door expecting to find his goddess sleeping peacefully, but the sight before him was quite the opposite. Melinda's mangled body was sprawled out on the bed. A knife plunged deep within her chest cavity. The crimson liquid was pooling around her, soaking her brown hair and the white tank top she was wearing. She struggled to keep her heavy eyelids open, and her breathing was shallow.
"Oh god," Fin whispered, rushing to Melinda's side. He quickly dialed 911, telling the dispatcher the situation all the while looking at the woman that was now cradled in his arms. "It's going to be okay Melinda. You're going to be fine." He said, sounding as if he were trying to convince himself more than anything.
She managed to smile softly at him through the pain that ripped throughout her body. She feebly reached her hand up to rest lightly against his cheek. "I love you, Fin." She murmured.
"I love you too, Mel. You have to hang on, please." He said, placing a kiss on her cheek. Fin then heard the sirens of an ambulance. He lifted her limp body up, rushing out to the ambulance. The paramedics placed Melinda on the stretcher and into the ambulance.
Fin was now pacing back and forth in the small dimly lit waiting room. John, Olivia, Don, Elliot and Alex were all in the room too. They watched solemnly as Fin did this. He reached into his pocket, gently fingering the diamond engagement ring. He had bought it a month ago. He had been carrying it around, trying to find the right moment to propose. And now, he might never get the chance too.
Suddenly the doctor emerged from the double doors leading to the ICU. "Detective Tutuola?" He questioned.
Fin nodded walking over to the blond haired man. "Yes? How is she?"
The doctor looked at him with a somber expression. "I'm sorry, Detective, but she didn't make it. There was too much blood loss."
Fin's fists clenched in rage before he punched the hospital wall as a tear escaped his right eye, falling slowly down his cheek.
Dr. Talbot watched the violent outburst in silence before speaking again. "Miss Cabot, may I speak with you please?"
A week later Alex Cabot walked down the busy streets of Paris. She stopped at a small coffee shop at the corner, walking towards a table in the back where another woman was seated already. Alex handed her a medium sized manila envelope. The woman pulled the contents of the envelope out. She looked down at the open passport in her hands. The picture and the name didn't match up. The name on it was Charlotte Elise Newbury, but that was her at least for now.
AN: Yeah don't know where I'm going with this story yet. I'm also not particularly happy with this chapter, but I figured I'd post it anyways. I guess leave me a review.
-Payton :)
