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John went back down the basement office and gathered his things together and decided to go home. But once he got there he didn't know what to do… the place was empty, silent, unreal, and strange to him, his house was no longer his home and there as no more of an 'us' feeling for him, they he and Monica shared everything, it was a 'him' and 'them' now. They say that home is where the heart is, but what does it say when the heart is in pieces?

John wandered over to the fire place and looked at all the photos of him and Monica. He remembered the times of happiness, the times they used to tease each other, and flirt at work when they were alone, he looked over to the photo of him and Monica in the park at the swings and remembered the last time he had stood in front of it and thought of Monica.

Back then Monica was just missing, alive and I now know injured and stuck with Follmer, but she was alive… so much has changed in such a short amount of time… where did I go wrong? What did I do wrong? What is it that I have done to deserve this? And why does all this have to happen to me, Luke, and Monica… I have no one… Monica was everything I have… sure I have material possessions, but Monica was all I had in life. I have no one else in this world… what am I meant to do now?

John felt to lost, and empty, and his heart still hurt from the raw pain losing the person you are most close, words can not describe what one goes through, and the feeling inside is so hard to put in words…

John walked into his bedroom, deciding to go to sleep. He changed and lay down staring at the spot where Monica used to lie with him, and thought back to the previous nights in which he lay there staring at that spot and wondering if he'd ever see Monica again… well he saw her again, but he had not expected to lose her again.

After half an hour he gave up and John picked up a pillow and blanket and moved to the lounge room where he set everything down and tried in vain to sleep.

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The next morning when John woke up, he had the most horrendous feeling hanging over him, it felt like a dark cloud surrounded his mind and all he wanted to do was stay where he was on the couch and not move all day and try to forget the pain that came with someone so close to him.

But John decided that he had to find who had killed Monica even if it meant that he got fired, he had to know, and he had to know that the job was done properly and the only way to know that is to do it himself.

John raced around the small house and then when he was ready, he drove over to the hospital Monica had been at.

John pulled up at the hospital and walked up the reception desk.

"My fiancée Monica Reyes was here yesterday, I need the clothes that she was wearing when she came in. My name's John Doggett, I'm with the FBI." He added upon seeing the odd look from the nurse, John showed her his badge.

"Ooohh…. Um... what was the name again?"

"Monica Reyes."

"Okay… um, if you can just wait of there, I'll be back in a few minutes." The nurse said and walked away.

John took a seat and waited. He looked down the corridor and he could see the door to the room Monica had been in. He became lost in thought, staring at the door, that he didn't notice the nurses return.

"Um… Mr. Doggett?"

John looked up sharply and saw the nurse, he took the bag she was holding and thanked her and left.

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John stood in the FBI's lab with Monica's shirt on the table front of him. He picked up a cotton bud and dragged it over the sleeve, hopping to find DNA, and cut the tip off, putting it in a small container and put that in a machine which would tell him what he wanted to know.

A while later and the machine beeped, producing ah image of a double helix. John sent the DNA profile on a search through a database with tens of thousands of comparisons. John left the lab and ran right into Skinner.

"Agent Doggett, what are you doing here? I distinctly remember telling you to go home, and not come in today." Skinner said looking expectantly at him.

"Well, sir, I ah… can't stay at my house right now, it's not the same without Monica, and I can't just do nothing, I have to do something, so I came to see how the case was going."

"Agent Doggett, no one has been assigned to the case yet."

"And so I haven't been taken off it, I collected the clothes that Monica was wearing when she was admitted to the hospital."

"And?" Skinner prompted.

"And I am running some samples trough that database and I'm about to go grab some lunch and then afterwards I was going to dome back and see if I got a hit."

"Hmmm… okay…" Skinner said and walked off. John breathed a silence of relief and headed down the corridor.

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John sat in the diner staring at the wall, a cup of coffee in hand, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't help thinking about Monica.

Coffee, think of coffee… black no sugar… black with sugar… white no sugar… or white with sugar… like Monica… no don't do that… don't think about her! He scolded himself.

It was no use, any second he wasn't completely focused on something; his mind immediately went to Monica. John's phone beeped and he checked the message and then put some money on the table, before heading to his car.

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John walked into the lab, and over to the computer in the corner that had a flashing window with the profile that he was after. John looked at the profile and recognised the face immediately.

"Damn!"


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