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FIRST OF ALL I WANT TO APOLOGISE FOR TOTALLY CONFUSING YOU GUYS. ONE MINUTE I'M TYPING 'BEN RAMSAY ' THEN I START TYPING 'TOM RAMSAY.'
I JUST GOT THIS THING IN MY HEAD THAT HE WAS TOM RAMSAY. I WASN'T EVEN AWARE I'D DONE IT UNTIL I READ THE STORY BACK TODAY. . . . SO BECAUSE I'VE TYPED HIS NAME AS TOM RAMSAY MORE TIMES THEN BEN RAMSAY, HIS NAME IS ((((( TOM RAMSAY))))))) YES! TOM RAMSAY IS HIS NAME LOL!
SO HERE'S THE LAST CHAPTER, WITH THE LOVE SCENE. ITS AN 'M' RATED CHAPTER PEEPS :D I'M GOING TO HAVE TO CHANGE THIS WHOLE STORY TO AN M RATING NOW, AFTER WRITING THIS LOVE SCENE LOL! IT GOT ME PRETTY HOT UNDER THE COLLAR. :)
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Jo buried her head in Mac's chest, gripped his shirt and tried to stop the tears.
Mac looked down at her and pressed his lips to her forehead. "It's not good to hold it in you know?"
"I don't like to cry in front of . . . people." she said, her voice, now barely above a whisper.
He held her close. "That's okay. You're with me."
A few more moments of silence passed, then slowly, she began to crumble in his arms. He died a little inside when he heard her trying to hold back the sobs. Felt her tears drench his shirt. He held onto her as the sharp aching sadness gripped his heart and moisture filled his own eyes. 'My God. I'm never going to see Brad alive again.'
Fifteen minutes passed before Mac became aware that Jo had become very still. He gazed down at her and noticed she was fast asleep. He smiled inwardly, leaned forward and kissed her cheek.
He watched her sleeping for a few more minutes, before carefully lifting her in his arms and rising out of the chair. Then he walked across the lounge and into the bedroom, leaned back against the door and closed it quietly behind them.
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CHAPTER 14.
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Alot happened in the next two weeks after they'd returned to New York. Lindsay had a couple of days off to spend with Lucy and Jo took a week off before returning to the Department, and to an office filled with 78 bright yellow balloons.
CNN had given the story of Wyatt Roberts a lot of air play and it was painful for Mac and Jo to watch, but even more so for Brad Higgins family, and the families of the victims who'd been caught up in Wyatt's terrible crimes.
The whole of the Baltimore P.D was shut-down for four days while the sheriff sifted out the corrupt Cops from the department, but George Brooks was now back where he belonged and the Major Crimes Division was now running like clockwork and cracking cases like there was no tomorrow.
Amazingly, the copy of the missing evidence report had been found half burnt up in Tom Ramsay's Apartment. It also come to light that several CSI Detectives, a Hugh Garrett and Marissa Cleveland, had found Tom Ramsay's and Reuben Martyn's DNA in Jo's office, but Wyatt had offered them a couple of thousand dollars to keep quiet. They took the money and did just that and Wyatt set about changing the third report. George Higgins and several Officers found it hidden in his locker.
After closer inspection Corey and Shane also discovered that the serial number on the gun planted in Jo's office had been altered. The CSI Department also realised that Hugh Garrett and Marissa Cleveland had been given the job of searching for prints and other trace evidence on the money found at Jo's place. The results analysis sheet said that they'd found only Jo's DNA on the money. Hugh and Marissa had signed both copies. The CSI Department checked the evidence again and weren't surprised to find, that Tom Ramsay's and Reuben Martyn's DNA was all over the money, not Jo's. A few days later Reuben confessed that he and Tom planted the evidence in Jo's office after she left early that morning to return to the crime scene.
Kennin also weakened under the strain of interrogation and told Police that Tom Ramsay had been spying on Jo for weeks waiting for an opportunity to take her down. He said that Tom was in an alley just outside her building that evening, when he saw her tear out of there after Marty Bosch. Kennin went on to tell the police that it was in that split second, Tom said he wasn't going to kill her and that setting her up for murder would be a much better plan. He wanted her to suffer long and hard for ruining his gambling business and putting his brother in prison.
Wyatt Roberts, Justin Dalton, Marcus Lee, Spencer Patel, Hugh Garrett, Marissa Cleveland and several other Police Officers were now serving a life sentence in Baltimore Prison. However, Tom Ramsay still hadn't been found and so far no one knew, not even Jo, that Mac had become totally obsessed in finding him. He'd had several lengthy phone conversations with George Brooks already.
Jo moved in with Mac after they returned to New York. She sold her apartment and Mac had her couch moved to his place. The last week had been a little difficult at times juggling their personal and professional relationship, but it seemed to be working out fine now. Today however, had been a hard day because it was Brad Higgins funeral. After the wake, Mac tried to persuade Jo to take the rest of the afternoon off, but she refused and buried herself in work instead. He couldn't argue with her because he ended up burying himself in paperwork as well.
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Jo was sitting on the bed flicking through photo's of Brad when Mac walked into the bedroom later that evening.
She grabbed the photo's and quickly pushed them under the pillow.
Mac gazed across at her as he shut the door behind him. "Hey. You okay?"
Quickly she met his gaze and faked a smile. "I'm fine. What have you been up to in your office?"
"Just . . . tidying up." He held her gaze for several seconds. "You don't have to hide those photo's you know."
She sighed inwardly, pulled them out from under the pillow and placed them on the bedside table. "I didn't want to . . . upset you." She answered quietly.
He walked up to her, put her mug of hot chocolate on the bedside table and glanced down at one of the photo's. His eyes widened. "That was taken last year when the two of us spent the day with Brad and his family."
A shadow of a smile crossed her face. "Yea. That was a good day."
He got into bed beside her and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "It was."
She pressed trembling fingers to his lips and a stray tear rolled down her cheek. "I miss him."
He moved closer, took her hand in his and kissed it. "Me too."
Heat and passion rose within her like an awakening flame burning through the exhaustion and grief, as he leaned toward her and pressed his lips to hers and she tasted his mouth and the salt of her tears.
His arms went around her and he crushed her to him, fitting his body against hers. "I need you." he confessed. His mouth brushed the shell of her ear. "I love you so much."
She kissed his cheek, ran her fingers through his hair. "I love you too. I've never needed anyone the way I need you." He drew away slightly, his piercing blue eyes meeting hers and the tangle of raw feelings soared through her. All she wanted was to lose herself with him. Only him.
She reached out, pulled him toward her and brought his mouth to hers. The kiss deepened and the heat and passion, the erotic sensations blazed through them.
They helped each other undress. Tangled hands, impatient fingers, never losing contact with each other. She moved her hands over his body, familiar territory now. Ridges and planes of muscle and bone. Smooth hot skin. The valley of his spine. His erection straining against her, as hard as marble, as soft as velvet. Then he was touched her, the feel of his fingers tracing her body, driving her closer to the edge, the warm rush, the sweet ache she had known only with him, thrumming through her body once again. Her breath caught at the feel of his mouth on her breast and she shuddered as his fingers moved lower, her body arching automatically to his touch.
Her body quivered and she climaxed, her cries building his own orgasm powerful and intense. He slid into her body and she felt the absolute thrill of him filling her perfectly. The sensation, the wonder of it, sharpening her senses, her desire for more of him. She could see it in his eyes too, as he looked down at her: The intense pleasure, the heat, the hint of desperation that came from knowing this magic happened only with each other. He was the one. The only one.
She held him tighter, dug her nails into his back and moved with him, stronger, harder.
He kissed her deeply, possessively and moved into her with building force.
Time lost all meaning. There were no seconds, only breaths and murmured words. No minutes, just the ebb and flow of pleasure. And when the end finally came, it was with an explosion of emotion and the mix of peace and tension, contentment and completion, until exhaustion overrode all else and they fell asleep in each others arms.
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YOU'RE PROBABLY THINKING. "HEY. THAT'S NOT THE END!" NO IT'S NOT. I'm WRITING A SEQUEL. PART " IS GONNA HAVE TONNES OF MESSY ACTION AND DRAMA LIKE MY OTHER STORIES AND I'M GOING TO ADD MORE ROMANTIC MOMENTS AND LOVE SCENES BETWEEN MAC AND JO, IF POSSIBLE.
I NEED TO SPEND SOME TIME THINKING ABOUT HOW THE SECOND PART OF THIS STORY IS GOING TO GO THOUGH, SO I MIGHT NOT GET THE FIRST CHAPTER UP UNTIL NEXT MONDAY. THANKYOU AGAIN TO ALL OF YU WHO HAVE READ THIS STORY :)