Final chapter, thanks to everyone that's read it :D Rate and review :D This chapters probably the shortest it's basically a wrap up of the story, enjoy

A month went by since Steve had been rescued from the house, he got out on a Friday in late January and was welcomed back to the station, he had put weight back on again and only had the scars to show for what he had been put through for three weeks that felt like an eternity. He was a lot quieter not as talkative, not even to Mike but, after what he went through no one could blame him. He was lucky to be alive and knew that he just knew if it weren't for that break he got to phone call Mike he probably wouldn't have been so lucky.

Steve still had a slight limp from his knee but he felt a lot better now, they got a call to go look at a homicide found downtown. Mike and Steve didn't talk much Steve looked distant and Mike didn't really know what to say to him. 'You alright Steve?' Mike asked staring at Steve concerned 'Hm, yeah fine…' Steve said keeping his eyes on the road.

'How about some music then…' Mike said turning up the radio 'Coming Back to Me' was playing and Mike noticed Steve's face change, he took one hand off the steering wheel and turned it up. 'You miss her don't you Steve?' Mike said slowly 'Yeah…Yeah I do…' Mike knew that had to be the reason why Steve was so out of it, he had the look of guilt and Mike knew it wasn't his fault what had happened.

They both sat in since till they got there, Mike could see that Steve had changed, he wasn't sure if he was going to be permanently like this, but he did know Steve had been seeing a psychologist since he got out.

Shadow maybe dead but, he had left an everlasting scar on Steve, Steve was tough Mike knew that but, it's like he had become a rock and Mike didn't want it to ruin their partnership as they were good as a team as any.

A car had been dumped near the wharfs and it looked like a hit, Mike and Steve asked questions, took notes and believed it to be a drug gang operating in the clubs. 'His names Wesley Smith.' Steve said as they walked back to the car, he hadn't spoken much to Mike in the hour they had been on the seen but Mike nodded. 'We'll go…' 'Um Mike.' Steve said cutting in 'You take Oliver; I just wanna go back to the station and catch up on some paperwork.' Mike looked at him 'You sure Steve?' 'Yeah.' Steve drove them back to the station, went and got Oliver and told him to go with Mike. Steve went down to records to go and read up on the Shadow cases he had missed while he was gone.

He walked along and found the cases under A for Applegate and pulled them out, he was interested in the other cases and read them first before Angela's. He was shocked at the brutality that John as he knew him had put into the murders and for no reason at all.

After a few hours of reading through everything he got to Angela's, he read how she had died and Steve couldn't take it anymore and put it down. He put his arms on the desk in front of him and buried his head into it and began sobbing 'It's all my fault…She's dead because of me…' he said to himself and at that moment he felt a hand on his shoulder 'It's not buddy boy, you didn't know…' Mike said trying to comfort him 'I wished I had married her Mike, she meant the world to me…I know she can't help falling out of love but, I still loved her as much as I did then…' Steve said wiping his eyes.

'Look I'll drive you home.' Mike said packing up the box 'I spoke to her parents last night…They said she would've been fine if we had stopped being friends…I know they're just grieving but it hurts Mike…' Mike looked at Steve 'Look Steve, you're like a son to me and I don't like seeing you like this, c'mon.' he managed to coax Steve out of the records office and out of the station completely.

'Oh Steve I gotta give you something.' Mike said when he got to the car, he waited for Steve to get in the car and pulled out a little velvet satchel from the glove box 'Here you go.' He said giving it to Steve and Steve opened it and pulled out the gold locket. 'He gave that to me when it had blood on it still Mike…' Mike nodded 'I know Steve, you told me, look we'll go buy some flowers and we'll go put them on her grave, she's in the same cemetery as my darling.' Mike said trying to help Steve with his grieving process even though he felt like he was getting nowhere. 'Be strong Steve, you got through all that didn't you?' Steve nodded 'You're right Mike.'

It was late afternoon and Mike pulled up outside a flower shop and picked up two bunches of roses and put them in the back of the Galaxie. Steve was a bit more talkative now but, Mike knew he just needed a friend for now.

They drove along the gravel drive of the cemetery and parked down the Catholic end. 'She's on the third row.' Mike said pointing and Steve picked up the roses and carried them down the rows, looking at the graves of mothers, fathers, and children. At the end of the row near some trees was a fresh grave that looked like the grass had just been laid on it, he walked up and saw a marble head stone with gold writing on it 'Here lies Angela Turner, only daughter of Mary and Jackson Turner, eternally loved by all that knew her. Taken away from us all may her soul rest in peace.'

Steve looked around and saw that Mike had gone to his wife's grave and was sitting in the isle and was talking to her. He turned back towards the head stone 'Hi Angie…Man this seems so stupid…I'm sorry, I know you wouldn't want me to feel bad but I do, really I do. You meant the world to me Angela, even if we were just friends, I love you and nothing would ever change that. I won't forget you no matter what and I'll never forget you…I just don't think there'll be a piece of me with you…I have your locket so…Well I guess this is goodbye Angela, I'll visit you as much as I can…I'm so sorry he got to you, I wish you never knew me…' Steve placed the roses under the stone and said a silent prayer in his mind.

Steve then buttoned up his cream coloured coat and walked on up the aisle and met up with Mike 'You alright?' Steve asked wiping a tear from his eye 'Yeah, just talking to her…' 'Thanks for doing this for me Mike.' Steve said smiling a bit 'Don't worry there is a piece of you with her, that picture in your living room I got a copy made and stuck it under the pillow in her coffin, her mother said it was fine. They don't blame you for what happened Steve it's just they've lost their daughter and they're just trying to cope, don't take it to heart.' Mike explained to Steve as they walked back to the car.

'I know man, I know. Look I'll be fine I just had to get it out of my system…Mostly, all I'm saying is Mike I'll be fine.' Steve said as he got in the car and this time he decided to drive. 'Don't worry I'm sure we'll have the old Steve back in no time.' Steve laughed 'Thanks again Mike, I just had to know what happened that's all…' Steve said as he pulled out of the driveway.

'Hey remember those cigars that guy gave us a while back?' Mike said opening the glove box 'Yeah?' 'Wanna light 'em up?' Steve smiled 'You kept those in there for like three months… or a bit more?' Mike shook his head 'I put them in this morning.' Mike said laughing and pulled out a lighter from his coat pocket. He gave one to Steve and Steve lit his while they were stopped at the traffic lights. 'One of the best smells I swear.' Mike said 'Reminds me of my father.' 'They're probably better for you.' Steve said laughing a bit more and Mike nodded 'Maybe.'

'Ten four all units.' The radio rang out 'Ten four.' Mike said into the radio 'There's been another hit done at a restaurant, The Old Italian restaurant on the West side on sixth avenue.' 'Ten four we'll be there.' Mike put the siren on the roof and Steve floored it 'Just like old days?' Mike said 'I wasn't gone that long.' Steve replied 'Your personality was, good that you're back, well mostly can't expect you just to change.' Mike said 'It'll take a while but, I'll be right.'

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