HI GUYS IM BACK :D DID YOU MISS ME?!

No? Ok.

i missed you all, if that changes your thoughts, lol :P

Suffered writers block /:

like, such a bad writers block, that I had to go back and re-read what I wrote to figure out what I was going to do. That and I forgot what I wrote. ^_^ whoops

but when I get a writers block like that I usually read and read and read! Like the other night I read for like 8 hours! (all of them were fanfictions) {from 9pm to 5am} and I read for an entire day, half fanfictions, half True Blood books. ((Btw if you like those kind of books, I recommend them. They're really good and about 1000000x better than twilight)) and I also started to read Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes books and I like those a lot too. I've recently started to want to read a lot and I don't know why. I blame tumblr, which I joined, and I'm on it everyday. So, yay tumblr.

Alright enough talking/writing about my life, now here's the story! I tried to make it longer than the other chapters but all in all, enjoy :)

OH AND I ALSO PROMISE THAT I WON'T TAKE SO LONG TO UPDATE BECAUSE I know that gets really annoying :)

Last chapter

Monica smiled and nodded her head. He grabbed her and hugged her. Monica hugged him back tightly, not wanting to let go. She looked up at his face and leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Chandler was suprised. And it was all over to quickly. Monica pulled away and bit her lip lightly, waiting for some reaction. Chandler had a smile that was slowly making its way across his face.

"I hope we can do that again." Chandler said with a nervous laugh. "Well, I mean, we don't have to do that again. I mean. Not- not that it wasn't good, but-"

Monica cut him off by kissing him again, quickly. "Goodnight, Chandler." She said smiling. She opened her door and closed it behind her, sighing happily. She dropped her purse on the counter in the normal spot for her purse and went over to the couch. She didn't realize how tired she'd actually been. She plopped onto the couch and almost immediately fell asleep.

She woke up the phone ringing shrilly in her ear. She looked around, momentarily confused on where she was, then remembering she passed out on the couch. She squinted at the clock that was on the entertainment center. She couldn't really read the time.

She let the machine get it, too tired to actually answer it. She got up and went into her room and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a tanktop. She layed on the top of the covers and, as soon as her head hit the pillow, she fell asleep, again.

She woke up around 7:30, really glad she didn't have to go to work. She sat up and stretched. She got up from her bed and went into the kitchen. She poured herself a bowl of cereal. She heard a beeping noise coming from her answering machine.

She had 6 missed calls and 3 voicemails. She clicked the button and listened to the messages.

First message at 7:16pm;

Hey Monica, it's your mom. Just wanted to remind you of the party we are throwing for your father this Saturday. Okay, that's all I wanted, bye.

Mom sounds very annoyed, she thought. The stress of organizing a party for her father was probably something her mom couldn't take

Second message at 8:33pm;

Mon, it's Richard. I just wanted to call and-

Monica stopped the message mid-sentence. She didn't really want to hear what he had to say.

Third message at 6:38am;

This is the New York Police Department calling for Monica Gellar. We wanted to inform you that we have Pete Becker in our custody. You can come to the department to positively identify him.

So they had Pete. Good. The bastard. She thought about calling Chandler to tell him, but, he was probably busy with his own things, and probably still asleep. She decided to get dressed and go to the police station by herself.

She decided she wanted to get there as fast as she could so she hailed a cab. She figured walking would take longer.

The ride was shorter than she expected. It seemed that every stop light between her apartment and the police department cooperated with her and the driver.

She went up to the front desk and told the same woman who was there the other day her name. They ushered her into the back and took her quickly into the room she only guessed was the other side of the 2 way mirror.

There in the center sat Pete at the table, looking quite cool and calm. Next to him was a blond woman dressed in a black dress suit. Probably his lawyer. They were whispering something back and forth.

"I'm Joey," the police man said, pulling Monica out of watching Pete and his lawyer engage in a conversation. He extended his hand to her and she shook it. "He hasn't said a word, besides to his lawyer." Joey said.

As soon as he said that, she watched as another detective (or so she guessed a detective) came into the room and unlatched the handcuffs that were holding him to the table. The woman and Pete stood up. Pete adjusted his suit tie (which surprised Monica that he was wearing a suit at almost 8 in the morning) and the woman flattened her skirt.

"What are they doing?" Monica asked, panicking a little.

The same detective that let him go, came into the room and whispered something to Joey.

"They're letting him go," Joey spoke slowly. "They don't have a sufficient amount of evidence to hold him here."

"No." She said horrified. "No they can't."

Joey looked down at the ground and then back at Monica. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but they can. They don't have enough against him to hold him."

Monica's head reeled. They should have enough. There's bruises. There could have been DNA at least somewhere. Then she remembered the wall in the kitchen at the restaurant. The restaurant.

"Wait," Monica said. "What about the video tapes at the restaurant? They're everywhere. 4 in the kitchen, each at different angles." Surely they had to be on there.

Joey's eyes popped a little in realization and he left the room and came back within 5 minutes. "They are on their way to the restaurant to retrieve the security tapes. You can wait out here until they come back."

Monica nodded and went out into the sitting area. It seemed to take forever, but they came back with a box about the size of a shoe-box. She stayed sitting in the chair, just breathing and thinking.

Oh, how she wished Chandler would come in and tell her it would all be better and it would all be over soon. She hoped it would be.

She didn't know the actual time it took them to go through the tapes, but after a very long while, a detective came out.

"Monica Gellar?" she asked. She had curly blond hair and was a little bit taller than Monica. She had dark brown pants on and a white blouse. Her heels clicked on the floor with each step she would take.

"Yes?" Monica asked standing up.

"Lets walk this way, shall we?" She said pointing off in a direction, and Monica didn't really care where they walked to. Sitting for as long as she did had made her legs fall asleep so walking was something she needed to do.

"From all the footage that we confiscated, they were from a few weeks ago. They searched the building, all around, and could not find the tapes from the night the incident happened. We believe that Pete may have taken those tapes. As of right now, we have a warrant for his apartment and our team is searching for them." She said.

Monica let out a small sigh of relief. She thought she was going to tell her some bad news.

"With that being said, you can go home." She said sweetly. "We'll call if we find something."

Monica hadn't realized they walked all the way outside. She nodded. "Thank you." she said. She turned around and hailed a cab. She climbed in and told him her address.

She smiled as she thought about it. They could have video evidence of it and he could be sentenced to jail.

She arrived in front of her building and she paid the cab driver. She let herself into the building and walked up the stairs, feeling her pockets for the keys.

As she neared her apartment, she saw some one sitting in front of her door.