Well, here it is folks, the last chapter of 'Her Diamonds'. No worries, there will be a sequel. This would've been up sooner, but I had to go to New York and even though KtK said she'd finish it for me, she didn't ["It's too hard. You're a genius, you do it."] Well, thanks for the effort. Hope you all enjoy this chatper! Thanks for reading my fic, it really means a lot.

Three weeks after their first date and things were still going fine for Cristina and Owen. Or so they appeared to be. Owen was growing increasingly frustrated, as Cristina still refused to move their relationship to the next level. He did his best to hide his thoughts, but Cristina knew it was bothering him and she knew that the time had come.

She was quiet throughout their date, which made Owen nervous. Images played in his mind, in which she dumped him very vocally and publicly. He swam through the deep sea of memories that covered his time with Cristina and tried to figure out what he could've done wrong. When he didn't find anything, he asked Cristina what was bothering her.

"I'm just nervous," she responded.

"What about?" Owen asked. They had grown very comfortable around each other and there was hardly anything awkward about the two of them anymore.

"Just….something I have to do tonight," Cristina said vaguely. Owen's stomach dropped, flipping and twisting along the way. Cristina, buried in her own thoughts, didn't notice how Owen reacted.

They were walking along a busy street in Seattle that was packed with both tourists and locals. The street was lined with all different types of stores including mom-and-pop bakeries and big-name department stores, the windows of which were all lit to show off displays. Between the lit displays and the actual streetlights, it was hard to tell that it was 9:30 at night.

They walked for about half an hour but they didn't talk much. Owen was trying to think of ways to keep Cristina from breaking up with him and Cristina was busy preparing herself to go all the way. It's not that she didn't want to, because she most definitely did. Cristina was just afraid of what it might do to their relationship.

"It's getting late," Cristina whispered. Owen could hardly hear her over the chatter of the people around them. Owen grabbed Cristina's hand.

"Come on, I'll take you home," he replied. The last thing he wanted to do, however, was take Cristina home. He knew that that would be the place that she would do it, which he was pretty sure by now she was going to, although he didn't know why.

And Cristina didn't really want to go home either, knowing that that was the place where she could potentially ruin everything they'd built over the last few weeks. But having no other excuse to stay out, neither of them could argue.

Owen's car was sleek and black, not like what Cristina would have expected from him. For some reason she pictured him with an army jeep or something. She remembered being surprised to see him driving the little sports car the first time he had picked her up in it. By now though, she was used to having to bend down to get in it, and she was used to the cool leather seats. Would this be the last time she'd be in his car?

The same exact thought was running through Owen's mind. He drove a little under the speed limit to her apartment, hoping to make their time together last for as long as it possibly could. They lingered on the doorway, and an awkward silence fell heavily on their shoulders, dragging them down. Neither wanted to say what was on their minds but they also wanted to just get it over with.

"Do you want to come upstairs?" Cristina spoke quickly and quietly, so quietly in fact that Owen didn't hear her. He only knew that she had said anything because he saw her lips move.

"What?" he asked. Cristina took a deep breath and looked up at him, looked directly into his eyes.

"Do you want to come upstairs with me?" She repeated slowly. Owen's jaw fell, but he quickly composed himself and nodded, smiling slightly. Cristina mirrored his infectious smile and led him to her apartment.

Shoes and jackets were pulled off almost before the door had closed. Owen placed the sweetest and most irresistible of kisses on Cristina's lips, a kiss that would've done the one from their first date proud. He pulled way so Cristina's anxious hands could pull off his shirt.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked while her hands explored his muscled torso. It was a question he didn't want to ask, but knew he should.

"Mhm," Cristina responded, pulling his face back to hers. They made their way clumsily into the bedroom, knocking over objects and tripping over each other. Neither seemed to notice however. They were too occupied with each other.

Owen laid Cristina down on the bed gently, climbing on top of her. She tilted her head back to gasp for air. Owen hung over her, also trying to catch his breath. She looked into his beautiful eyes once more and almost forgot what she was going to say. Owen leaned in again, but Cristina snapped to her senses.

"Wait," she said quickly. Owen stopped, looking worried. "Do you remember what you said to me that night? Before our first date?" Owen nodded. His memory of that particular day stood out clearly in his mind, along with the memory of their conversation in the bar and the memory of the night all of this began. "Do you still mean it?" Owen nodded again.

"Of course I do. Now more than ever," he replied, smiling. Cristina closed her eyes.

"I…I love you too," she whispered, opening her eyes at last to meet his once again.

Well, there you go. See you all in the sequel =) Don't forget to review and let me know what you think.