Chapter 25

Author's Note: Ok everyone, here is the last chapter of this one. I do no own the song, it's by Edwin McCain and it's "I'll Be". Anyways – after this, readers, would you like another story with Jacklyn? Let me know!

Jacklyn's POV

It was ten o'clock when Jim and I came home.

"I'm sorry about your associates," I tell him.

"They were idiots anyways," he replies.

"But Sherlock got away. Aren't you disappointed?"

"What's important is that you are ok. You are reckless. I told you that you would make a good criminal.

I look at the ring on my finger, "Miss Jacklyn Moriarty. That has a nice ring to it."

"That it does," he says.

"So what do you want to do now?"

"How about another dance?"

"Ok." I take his arm and we start dancing again. It still feels like the first time, as we sway. I tell him I love him.

"I know you do and I love you."

We kiss. We both know what we want. I'm going to be the wife to London's only consulting criminal. I can't wait.

The strands in your eyes

that color them wonderful

Stop me and still my breath

As the song plays, Jim spins me out again, and I spin back into him.

And emeralds from mountains

thrust towards the sky

Never revealing their depth,

And tell me, that we belong together

Dress it up, with trappiings of love

Jim and I then kiss, while magical sparks fly in the air around us.

I'll be captivated,

I'll hang from your lips,

Instead of the gallows of heartache

that hang from above

After the dance, we then sit down on the couch while the song still plays on the stereo.

"I'm really liking this song," he tells me as I lay on his chest.

And I'll be, your crying shoulder

I'll be love suicide,

I'll be, better when I'm older

I'll be, the greatest fan of your life.

I'm am the greatest fan of his life and we then turn to each other, both with smiles on our faces. Jim turns off the stereo.

"Now then my dear, shall we go to our bedroom?"

"Oh, no. I see what you are trying to do..." I start to say, but he cuts me off with his mouth meeting mine and I give in. We are both breathless when we pull away.

"Jacklyn, sweetheart, don't talk anymore tonight," he says and we wrap our arms around each other. We both know each other's weakness.