So this is it. WooHoo! The final chapter. Hope it doesn't disappoint. I know it's been forever, but real life got in the way of my writing again...I hate when that happens.
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The remnants of my voice seemed to echo through the small room as everyone stopped to stare at me. I took a deep breath and plunged in with my theory.
"Everyone has been so concerned with the fact that all of these guys were homicide cops, but what if that has nothing to do with it? Let me start at the beginning. Back when I was a kid in high school my mother was murdered. She was killed by a serial killer that at the time had already killed five women. He sent letters to the victim's families saying that the women had deserved death because they were sinners, and he singed them all "The righteous". It took several years after my mother was killed before they managed to catch him, and his identity is what shocked me the most. He was just a regular guy; an elementary school teacher with a wife and kid. I didn't understand at the time how he could have done these horrible crimes. It wasn't until the trial that the gritty details came out. The guy was psychotic. He considered himself to be doing God's work, and he would preach his sick ideas and theories to his family, forcing them to listen to him by tying them up to a rack he had built on his living room wall. He was also sadistic. He tortured and beat both his wife and kid daily while quoting the Bible. The funny thing was that they were so programmed that they actually believed him. They were actually forced out of the courtroom for shouting out his ideas and praising him during testimony, screaming out that they were going to finish what he began. He was eventually convicted and given the death penalty which was just carried out a couple of years ago after his appeals all failed. Now I didn't think anything of this at the time because it was long time ago and he was dead now so it couldn't be connected, right?"
"Are you suggesting they got the wrong man in those murders, Jasper?" Jim, one of the other detectives asked me, looking confused.
"No, Jim. I know that Chris Whitman killed those women, the evidence was overwhelming. What I didn't realize when this case started was that each of these detectives that have been killed were the children of the murdered mothers. I was so young at the time that the other victim's names and families never really mattered much to me, not with the loss of my own mother. The fact that they all turned into homicide cops might just be an amazing coincidence. However Chris had a kid, a son around my age named Marcus. I think this killer, Infinity, is him doing what he said he'd do and finishing his father's work by killing the rest of the family members. And I actually met him; I know who he is now."
I stopped there and met Edwards eyes again, hoping he could read my sadness on his behalf.

"His name is Marcus James and he was just here." No sooner were the words out of my mouth did I feel the explosion. The sound pierced my ears, instantly making hearing impossible as I felt my body flying through the air and landing across the room. I laid there for a moment; disoriented my ears and head screaming, my vision fuzzy. I managed to raise my head enough to see some of the others, Jim lying on the floor a few feet away, blood rushing out of a hole in his forehead, and Rosalie looking shaken but uninjured struggling to stand up. I couldn't see Edward. The panic gripped me as I struggled to move. I needed to get up; needed to see him and make sure he was o.k. I managed to move one leg before I felt it. A burning in my chest and along my side. I reached down only to find my hands covered with blood when they came back up. The pain became progressively more intense and I fought to stay conscious, but it was a losing battle. As my vision faded to black I whispered the only think I could think of.
"Edward..."

The beeping is what woke me up. The soft rhythmic sounds somehow wormed their way into my subconscious, slowly brining me back to wakefulness. I tried to open my eyes only to find they wouldn't cooperate, they felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. I mentally took stock of my body. I could feel pain along my side and across my chest, a dull ache that seemed to thump in time with my heartbeat. I winced with every throb. My hand seemed strange, it was heavy. It took a minute for my fogged brain to realize that it felt that way because someone was holding it. I could feel the comforting warmth of another palm and I relished in the feel of their fingers through mine. I didn't even know who it was, but it made me happy anyway because feeling that hand and this pain meant I was still alive. Edward. Thinking of him was like instant panic. I could hear the hear rate monitor pick up with my now frantic beats. I fought to move my arms and did actually manage to move them before the searing pain in my chest cut into me, making me catch my breath at the force of it.
"Shhh. Jasper calm down, it's o.k. Your o.k. just lie down and stop fighting, everything is fine."

Edward. His voice was like an instant balm. He was there, my world wasn't ending. I finally managed to open my eyes, blinking under the bright hospital lights. His beautiful face was staring down at me, concern in his eyes. He clothes seemed rumpled as if he hadn't changed and had perhaps slept in them.
"Edward what..." my voice broke.
"Hang on, let me get you some water." He poured a small glass of water from a pitcher I hadn't noticed next to my bed. His hand was under my head as he helped me lean up enough to drink. Even that small motion sent pains shooting through me and I couldn't help but groan. His gave me an apologetic glance as he put the cup back on the table.
"Edward, what happened?"

He took a deep breath and sat down in the chair opposite my bed and picked up my hand again. I'm not going to lie, that small action was enough to spread a warm feeling through me.
"Right after you figured out what had happened, the bomb went off that much I know you realize. It didn't kill anyone, though there were quite a few that were hurt. It was actually placed on the floor below us, right where you were sitting. The motherfucker stuck it to the ceiling. I guess he was smart enough not to try and plant it the meeting room when we were in there. I don't know, maybe he had hoped the room would be empty...anyway, the explosion didn't affect me much since I was already across the room, just knocked me of my feet. God Jasper when I looked over and saw you there, covered in blood"
His voice cracked and he cleared his throat before continuing.

"Well, after that the team put out pictures of James on the news with a substantial reward, and it wasn't long before one of his neighbors called in with his location. It was actually pretty easy after that. SWAT went in and took him down, and his house has all the evidence we could ever need. He was trying to finish his fathers work. That's why he called himself Infinity, he said that there would always be someone willing to do God's work. I just can't believe I dated that asshole, even if it was only for a short time. I guess he was trying to get close to you or something, didn't work out so well for him...He had a whole wall dedicated to you I hear."
"What do you mean you hear?" I asked, confused.
"Well I wasn't there. I've been here with you for three days, ever since the explosion. No way in hell was I leaving you until I knew you were going to wake up." His eyes bore into mine and I could see so much emotion reflected there.
"Jasper I..."
"Well there he is! Good morning sunshine!" Rosalie's voice broke into our conversation and I turned to see her standing at the doorway looking as regal as ever, effectively ruining the moment.
After that it was a whirlwind of visitors, and Edward and I never got another deep moment like that one. The doctor came in and told me I had punctured a lung, broke several ribs, and basically tore and burned off a lot of the skin on my side and across my chest. Fucking Great.

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"Here we are!" Edward said looking at me with a big smile I returned. I was glad to be going home, I hate hospitals. It had been a long road to recovery, but Edward had been there every step of the way. He had calmed me down when I got pissed off at not healing faster, and had held my hand when I felt bad about all the scars I now had. God I loved him... and I was going to take the jump and tell him. Today.
We walked into my place and he put my suitcase down in the entryway turning towards me with a questioning look.
"Are you sure you're ready to be home? How are you feeling?"
"Yes, Edward I'm sure." I chuckled
"Alright well..." He was at the door but I could tell he was stalling.
"Hey, want to stay for a bit, we could order a pizza? I'm starving after having to eat all that crappy hospital food."
He laughed a little, looking relieved. "Sounds great."

I had one thought at that moment. I looked at him there, standing in my doorway, so unsure and so damn beautiful he took my breath away and thought...Fuck it.

I walked closer to him, each step making my heart beat faster with both anticipation and dread. His confused gaze only pushed me on, for I saw no fear in it. I stopped when our chests were just about to touch.
"I almost died." O.k. not exactly what I had been going for, but my mouth and brain don't seem to be on the same wavelength, so I ran with it.
"I almost died, Edward. And do you want to know what I regretted the most at that moment? The one fucking thing I promised myself that if I came through I would grab a hold of and never let go?"
He slowly shook his head, his eyes suddenly unreadable. The tension suddenly became unbearable, and I couldn't take it anymore. My life could change so irrevocably with my next sentence that I almost said nothing. Would it be worth it? Would a chance with Edward be worth risking everything? As I looked up into his expectant expression, I knew it was.
"You Edward. Look, I'm just going to say this and you can fucking punch me in the face or whatever, but I have to tell you." I took a deep breath and just plunged in.
"I'm in love with you. I think I fell in love with you the moment you walked into that fucking station, strutting around like you owned the goddamn place." I chuckled, my voice cracking a little bit with nerves.

"I don't know if you could ever possibly feel the same way about me, but I wanted you to know..." I trailed off, unsure.
His face was still a blank mask, and I felt the first stirring of fear begin to seep in. When the silence began to drag on, the crushing weight of my heart breaking was almost too much to bear. I turned away, I had to sit down before I fell down, but Edward's hand snapped out and grabbed my forearm.
"Wait, Jasper. I'm sorry...I'm just...Jesus, I never would have thought you felt that way about me. I mean I hoped, God did I hope, but I never really thought...What I'm trying to say it that I love you too. I can't even seem to function unless I'm with you. Those moments we spend together are the only fucking thing I look forward to every day. I tried to forget you thinking that I never stood a chance, but I couldn't. You can't just forget someone who holds a piece of your heart and soul in his hands."
I slowly turned toward him, and the big fucking smile plastered across his face was all the invitation I needed.
We met fiercely, mouths clashing and tongues fighting for dominance. The force of my weight pushed him back until I heard him smack the wall. The feel and taste of Edward was like everything I had dreamed of. I felt like I had finally found my home, and it was with him.
I don't know how we made it to my bedroom, because I was lost in a hazy fog of lust and Edward, but suddenly we were there. Edward slowly took off my clothes, kissing every inch of my skin as it was revealed. I felt laid open and vulnerable, but I knew it would be o.k. because it was Edward, and things were different with Edward. I heard the click of the lube bottle I kept on my nightstand and let out a little yelp of surprise when I felt his fingers circling my entrance. He took his time preparing me until I was begging for him to just take me, fuck me hard and fast. He didn't listen though. Edward, my wonderful amazing Edward, lined himself up with me and waited until our eyes met.

"I love you Jas.." He whispered as he slowly pushed in. My body was thrumming and so alive as I felt the exquisite pleasure and pain that being connected so intimately with Edward gave me. His took his time making love to me, whispering words of love and tenderness long after we had both climaxed.

Laying there entwined with Edward, his soft snores making me feel safe and comfortable I knew that I had made the right choice. I was starting a new chapter of my life and it was with Edward... I can't wait.

There it is. Thank you for reading, and look out for my next story..coming soon! I am waiting until it's completely finished before I post it so you won't have to wait.

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