A/N: Welp, this is it. The end of the road. I hope you've all enjoyed this story. I had a blast with it, even though it didn't turn out the way I originally intended. It was supposed to be a LOT darker with much more angst. My mind had other ideas I guess. I'm happy with the way it turned out though so that's all that matters. Now it's time to move on to something else so I'm stopping it before it suffers so I'm ending it here. I believe I've managed to tie up any loose ends with this epilogue, and I hope you'll be happy with the ending. That said, here it is. Reviews and comments are most welcome, as always :) I'd love to know if you liked the ending I've provided.

Epilogue

The headboard smacked hard against the wall repeatedly, no doubt keeping Lee's neighbors awake but neither Lee or Greg really cared. They were too involved in reaching their own happy endings.

Of course, luckily for the neighbors, it didn't take them long. It usually never did, and yet, their lovemaking was always nothing less than spectacular.

"That was amazing," Lee sighed with contentment as she curled up to Greg and rested her cheek against his chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat.

"Always is," he nodded.

"Any regrets?" she asked.

"About what? Keeping the neighbors up and possibly ruining the paint on the walls from the headboard? None."

Lee giggled and placed a kiss on his chest. "You have no idea how happy that makes me. You make me happy, Greg."

"Well that's good, because I can't go back to my old apartment if you get pissed off and kick me to the curb."

"We've made it three months without a major fight. I can only hope it will continue. And you know what I love most? You're self-sacrificing. You took Sarah under your wing and gave her your place without even stopping to think where you were going to go."

Greg chuckled. "That was a gamble on my part. I was banking on the fact that you'd ask me to move in so I wouldn't be homeless. And I did suggest she go back to Kansas and live with her parents, but it's not my fault she fell in love with New Orleans and wanted to go to school here. And I owe Bob a big one for getting her a waitress job."

"He needed more help anyway and she seems to be great at it. Who knew?"

"She's young, pretty and a huge flirt. She makes great tips, and that's good because she's going to need that money to pay Joe for getting her off."

Lee laughed out loud. "Greg, that just sounds so wrong. Besides, I think he's already been paid. Rumor has it her daddy wrote him a nice big cheque."

Greg snorted. "Yeah that sounds like something he'd do. She's got him so wrapped around her little finger it's sickening."

She traced an invisible pattern on his chest. "He's not the only one she's got wrapped around her finger, Greg."

He arched his eyebrow at her. "Oh please."

"I'm serious. You obviously feel something for her, or you wouldn't have helped her out as much as you did. You claim to be this hard ass jerk and you might've been back in the day, but I think you're softening up. Something changed when you lost your best friend. You still do things for the right reasons, and you'll always fight for the cause because it's right. Even if you grumble and complain while doing it."

"Why are you a cop and not a shrink? You would've been damn good at it."

She smiled. "I majored in Psychology at Notre Dame before I decided being a cop would be much more exciting."

"Is it?"

"Mhm," she nodded. "If I'd taken a career in Psychiatry, I wouldn't have met you. Smartest and best decision I ever made. Unfortunately, I had to wait a hell of a long time for you but I knew, always, that my knight in shining armor would come galloping through town one day and that would be it. And I was right."

"How romantic," he chuckled as he rolled his eyes. "You're such a sap."

"Wanna make something of it, tough guy?" she asked as she rolled on top and straddled him.

"Maybe. What did you have in mind?" he smiled up at her as his hands slid up her torso and gently squeezed her breasts. Her nipples hardened immediately.

"A replay of our last session," she whispered as she began kissing and nipping at his neck.

"Except with you on top this time? I can get into that."

"Mm...I do love you, Greg," she purred as she stretched out on top of him and let him fill her, groaning at how good it felt.

"I know," he sighed as he bucked his hips a few times to set a nice, slow rhythm that she easily fell into. "You tell me enough times. It's starting to sink in," he chuckled as he wrapped his arms across her back and pulled her down against him as their lips found each other.

Their lovemaking was slow and sensual, unlike the time before which was feverish and quick, and when it was over, they both cuddled in bed, holding each other close.

He wasn't sure why the thoughts of his best friend drifted into his mind at that moment. There was a sense of finality there. He couldn't explain why, but he almost felt overcome with emotion and sadness for the loss of Wilson and his final words to him that had been anything but friendly. As he lay with Lee asleep in his arms, he sighed.

You were right, as always, Greg thought. Lee and I will take care of each other. I don't have to die alone. I have her and I'm not going to screw it up.

It was a warm, spring day but there was a cool breeze in the room that seemed to come out of nowhere since the windows were all closed in the apartment. It brought a smile to Greg's lips and he nodded, placed a kiss on the top of Lee's head before he too, drifted off to sleep.

For the first time since he could remember, he was finally at peace with himself. And he could live with that.

The End