Lestrade stayed late into the night and Mary hated to say goodnight. John still wasn't home and she didn't expect him for several hours. Mary was smiling, her cheeks were starting to hurt from the strain.

"I'll be back tomorrow after work I promise," Greg chuckled kissing her forehead lightly and cupped her cheek.

"But I don't want you to go!" She whined puffing out her bottom lip and attempting puppy eyes. The man's smile grew wider and he ducked down, kissing her lips. They had shared many kisses since starting their relationship but this one was deep and possessive.

When Greg pulled away Mary stared at him wide eyes, mouth hanging open slightly "Wow…" she breathed.

"I would stay but I have to work early in the morning but I will be back tomorrow and we can stay up as long as you want." Lestrade assured pecking her quickly before he changed his mind. Mary watched him leave, her lips tingling after the mind blowing kiss.

"Now what am I supposed to do." She grumbled looking around the silent flat. Mary walked over to her couch and threw herself down. Lying on her back to stare up at the ceiling she sighed missing Greg. Mary had fallen quick for the Detective and there was no doubt in her mind that she was madly in love with him. Just thinking about him made her breath quicken and her heart nearly explode from her chest.

Memories of Ryan took the opportunity to invade her thoughts. Mary's stomach dropped and cold shot through her. The last time she had been in love it had been him. He had made her feel things she had never felt before and now here she was in the same boat.

Greg is nothing like Ryan!

This was the screaming truth. Ryan had been a manipulating drug addict and pimp, he had forced Mary to do things she had never done and would never do again. Greg wouldn't ever sink that low.

But you never thought Ryan would either.

That thought had a point.

Stop that! Greg is different.

Sitting up Mary couldn't lie there thinking about it anymore, she wouldn't. Standing up she wandered in to the kitchen before deciding on a shower.

The steaming water relaxed her and helped clear her mind. When she was wrinkled and out of hot water Mary stepped out of the shower, dried herself, and headed for her bedroom. Dressing in soft cotton pajama's, Mary crawled into bed. Snuggling into the covers she couldn't help but sigh in content. It only took minutes for her to fall asleep.

Some hours later Mary woke with a start, sitting straight up in her bed. The flat was quiet but Mary was sure something had woken her. Glancing over at the clock she sighed at the time and rolled out of bed. Stifling a yawn and somehow keeping her balance, Mary shuffled to the bedroom door.

The kitchen was dark and empty, not a sound could be heard. Moving in to the room Mary looked around, nothing was out of place. As her eyes scanned the room, they spotted a dark figure in the doorway to the living room. A short figure barely taller than her.

"John?" Mary asked taking a step towards the phantom.

The person didn't respond only lifted its arm towards her. In the dark Mary couldn't make out the figure very well but knew that it wasn't John. Warning alarms were going off in her head and fear flooded through her in realization.

Suddenly a deafening bang erupted and something hit Mary in the shoulder, knocking her to the floor. Flat on her back, confused with pain burning her shoulder, Mary cried out. The floor underneath her was quickly becoming sticky and something hot was soaking through her clothes. A metallic taste was building in the back of her throat and had become a fog around her as Mary tried to understand what was happening.

I've been shot!

The thought burst through the fogging pain. Bringing her uninjured arm up, Mary touched the hurt shoulder. Hissing with pain at the gentle touch, her fingers became coated in what she knew was blood. Bracing herself Mary forced her palm down on the new hole. The pain was dizzying but she pressed, applying pressure.

The sticky feeling underneath her had grown pooling around her upper body and Mary knew she was losing too much blood. Pushing down on the wound with all her strength Mary began to feel weak. The blood loss was starting to make her feel tired and disconnected from her body. Small spasms of pain from her shoulder was a reminder Mary had been shot since the whole arm was now numb.

She wanted to sleep, wanted to drift in to oblivion but Mary felt her body fighting. So she hovered near unconsciousness listening to the quiet of the flat around her.

John will find me…

Mary flinch at that thought waking her numbed arm briefly, shooting fresh spouts of pain. He would find her but he would too late. She could feel how weak her pulse was and how slow her breathing had become, it was only a matter of time before he came.

Greg…

His face flashing in her thoughts caused her to whimper with despair. Tears rolled down her face mixing with the blood. He would have to investigate her murder and maybe even Sherlock. Would they find whoever did this? Not that she cared. Mary didn't hate them for what they did. She hated them for causing pain to her friends, to the people she loved.

At one point in her life this is what Mary wanted. She wanted this slow slipping she was feeling as she edged towards death. Unlike John, Mary hadn't wanted it badly enough, she hadn't been hurting enough.

More tears rolled down her face as she fell into memories. Mary didn't even realize she was starting to doze until a yell startled her.

"Mary!" it was John. Sounds of feet hitting the floor told her he was moving closer. Warm, strong hands pressed on her shoulder making her scream with the new wave of agony. "Mary you must stay awake, can you hear me?" He was speaking in her ear.

"John…" Mary started to say when John pressed down harder on her shoulder causing a weak cry from her.

She listened to him as he muttered over his phone. His voice was starting to sound distant and hollow, Mary was having a hard time making out his words.

"Mary…stay…awake…can…you….hear…me…?" John's spoke but the words were sluggish. She felt push down on her shoulder again but Mary felt nothing, no pain, no pressure. "Mary…" fingers touched her face and she could see John's face move closer. Mary noted the pain on his face and even now as she spiraled towards unconsciousness her heart broke.

"John," Mary breathed fighting. John held his breath eyes burning into hers, "Love…you…" she managed. Holding his eyes before she could hold on any longer, she fell unconscious.

*Review please! Coming up on the end guys! I'm hoping for a happy ending.