I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say.

Joss was beginning to wish she'd stayed at her desk. As soon as the forensic results came back and Finch sent her everything, she knew she'd have a tough job. The prints came back to a Ryan Beacons with residual DNA from a Marshall Havers, none other than the Boss of the largest paper in New York. She was looking through the files that Finch had sent her in disbelief. There was so much evidence here, law suits, receipts, witness recordings. There at the back was a law suit regarding a 19 year old journalist called Maddie Wilson. She'd been married around two weeks and was found dead in her apartment. Hanged, suicide was the official cause of death. In the same paper were articles about law suits and sexual harassment charges all written by Ryan Beacons, Maddie's brother. She prepared a raid.

OXOXOXOXOXOXO

Joss stood in the office, all the workers looked puzzled and confused. Havers was crouching, hands covering his eyes calling out in pain, and behind him, in the office was a breathless and dazed Ryan Beacons. His neck was red and he was coughing. There stood Grace in the middle, she was beautiful. They looked at each other and she let her go, knowing the John was here. As soon as Grace had left, Joss was pushed out the way by some men in suits. They ran after Grace and Hay-Lin but now lay on the ground groaning in pain. John.

Joss took in the situation. Havers – the corrupt businessman with dirty hands, Ryan – the whistle-blower who wanted justice for his sister and the employees – each blinded by their projects. All small parts in a great machine in a world where money appeared to give you the right to do anything. This is why Joss became a Detective. Everyone was equal and those who thought different made her angry.

'Right no body move. Officers, arrest those two.' Pointing at Havers and Ryan. 'We will need witness statements from everyone.' She shouted above the noise. The officers moved in their choreographed moves. Swift and effective.

OXOXOXOXOXXOXOXO

Grace ran around a corner and saw Finch. She ran to him and hugged him, she was shaking.

'John as Hay-Lin'

'I know we need to go.'

They turned to go when a deafening ring ran out; Grace screamed in pain and dropped her to knees. Her blood turned her top a dark red. Harold put his arms around her and pulled her up, his back and neck protesting. Another bullet whistled past his head; he pulled Grace along. There was a hail of bullets then silence. He turned his head and saw Joss stood behind the fallen bodies.

'Go help John. I got this.'

Joss nodded and left. He helped Grace continue their way through the corridors. They turned a few corners and then fell, just inside a door way. Grace cried and clutched her side.

'I'm so sorry, my legs gave way.'

'Oh Harold I'm sorry.' Harold held her and applied pressure to her wound.

'Don't be. I put you in there; I didn't see that Havers had sent men after you. I should have seen it. There's a door just up here, then we're outside. I have the car parked and we can get you help.'

Harold stood up and limped to the door and opened it. Grace screamed his name and turned around sharply. The heavy bolt door between them had closed. He ran to it and dropped to his knees.

'No no no. Grace I can't open it. Grace!' he looked up to the sky. 'Not like this! Not like this!' he screamed. 'I've lost her once I'm not losing her again. Where's John, where's Joss? You want to watch me lose her again?'

'Harold. Stay calm.'

'Why? What's the point in doing that? I'm going to rage my way to oblivion.' Finch screamed at the top of his lungs.

'Please stop.' She begged.

He carried on screaming. 'Why? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't keep screaming.'

'Because you're breaking my heart.' Grace broke down in tears.

Finch heard them through the door and calmed down. He breathed and leaned on the door. 'I'm sorry.' He said quietly. Grace continued to cry.

'I should have gone with you.'

'You're injured. There's no way you could have known the door would close. I haven't got the equipment to get around it with me.'

'Harold.'

'Yes Grace, I'm still here.'

'We never were meant to be together were we?'

'We were, just… things happened.'

Grace coughed and the sobs because fewer and quieter.

'Grace? Grace? Grace are you still there?' He put her ear to the door. Silence. Finch cried heavy, heart wrenching sobs against the door. The door and floor were cold but nothing could console the ice in his heart. He'd lost her again, and this time she was dead.

Warm arms embraced Finch's broken body. The arms picked him up and carried him out the building, away from her. He didn't fight back, he didn't have it in him. He was empty. A barren wasteland where no one lived and nothing grew, forever alone and against the elements. He was put into the back of a car and driven away from the world.

On the other side of the door, Joss crouched next to Grace's body and respectfully closed her eyes. Joss felt guilty. She should have stayed. She'd heard her name being shouted along with John's and came running back. She saw Grace slouched up against the door talking to Finch on the other side. She was bleeding badly. Joss knew there was nothing she could do, so she let them have their last minutes together. She watched from the shadows and cried. What she'd just seen was heart breaking. She'd called John and told him to get Finch. The loss they face. The world was dead for Harold now, the only thing he ever truly loved was gone. Nothing mattered anymore.

I'm really sorry for what I have just done.

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