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"Emily, don't!" Julia said as she tried to hold me back. I was wrestling her at this point, fighting for her to let me go. I managed to get myself free from her but she was just as quick as I was to move. "George, please." There he was lying on my floor, and it was all my fault. I rushed to his side, his eyes were still open. "Now you know how it feels, to be on that side of the situation." George said, I let out a small giggle and smiled on top of my tears. Trust George to make light of the situation. Julia was now on the opposite side of George, luckily he had only be hit on his left side, it was easy to control the bleeding. I turned my head to see that the Detective and the Inspector had Leslie to the ground, no doubt the inspectors doing. I also doubted that Leslie would get out of this unharmed by him, I had seen what he could do to someone when he was in a bad mood. I turned my gaze back to George, I looked into his eyes as he looked back into mine. "You're not getting rid of me that easily Dr Grace." He said, again I laughed and showed my quirky smile that George was only able to get out of me. He needed sorting out, but he was going to be just fine.
Later that day after making a statement to the Detective and sorting everything out I walked through the station house towards the door to find Julia standing in my way. "How are you fairing Emily?" She asked me. "I'm fine I suppose, it's George that I worry about." I told her, she smiled. "I understand, and before you leave to return home I think it would be in your best interest to visit the morgue." I smiled as she said this, I thought I knew what she was implying. I began to make my way down to the morgue with a spring in my step. When I arrived I saw a familiar face sitting in my chair. "Well hello Dr Grace, fancy seeing you here." That smile, I couldn't avoid it, it was simply infectious. "Well hello Constable Crabtree, how is the wound?" "Well I suppose it is bearable, although not convenient. It is awfully uncomfortable against my uniform." George said and he pulled again this trousers with a little flicking motion. "George, today has been incredibly..." I began. "Trying?" He said, he really could read me like a book. "To say the least, I was wondering if you would accompany me home tonight. If that is not too much to ask." He stood up from the chair with a little groan as he did. He began to walk over to me, ever so slowly. "Dr Emily Grace, you have no idea how long I have waited for you to say that." He moved even closer to me, he pulled me in as close as he could. It was as if his wound didn't even matter. I found myself in a trance when my lips touched his, his incredibly soft and tender lips. I closed my eyes, it was at that moment right there that I knew. I wouldn't change anything for the world and I was never going to let Constable George Crabtree go ever again.
I don't know if this will be the final chapter, but if it is thank you all for your continued support throughout my first ever fic :)