Disclaimer: I don't own Profiler. I'm in no way connected to the show.

Author's Note: Thank you so much for reviewing.  I really want to thank Angelstearz, Siamese, Cathie, and Sweet Kisses.  Once again, I had to remove this and then repost it because it wasn't updating right.  Sorry it's taking so long.  I'm really busy.  I hope to finish this soon.  Thanks again. (This will be a SJR story if you're wondering.)

Will You Take Care of Me?

            "Come here, you.  Give me a hug goodbye."

            "Do you have to go?  Can't you stay here with me and John?"

            "You'll do fine without me.  I'll come and visit whenever I can."

            "Promise?"

            "I promise."

            "I'll miss you."

            "I miss you too."

            Angel picked up Chloe and gave her a big hug.

            "Do I get a hug goodbye too?" I joke.

            "Of course, how could I forget?"  She hugs me.  "Take care."  Angel smiles, then turns around and starts to walk to board the plane.

            "Wait, Angel."  She turns around as I walk up to her.  "Do you really think adoption is a good idea?"

            "You're the one that suggested it.  Do you think it's a good idea?  Ask Chloe, see if she wants it.  In my opinion, I think it's a great idea.  I got to go, bye, John."

            I watch her board the plane, leaving Chloe and I.  I pick up Chloe.  "We have to stop by my old apartment and pick up the rest of my things.  Then we'll go home and eat and go to bed.  Sound good to you?"

            "Well, everything but the bed part."

            "You have to go to sleep."

            "Only if we can have pizza."

            "Deal.  I'll let you get away with it this time, but we'll eventually have to eat healthy food."

~*~*~*~

            "Goodnight, Chlo.  Sweet dreams.  We can read more tomorrow."  I pull the covers over her shoulders.

            "Goodnight, John.  I love you."

            I smile.  "I love you too."  I turn out the light and walk out the door, shutting it behind me.  Wow, it's amazing how those words can make someone so happy.  I wish I could have shared them with Sam.  Come on John; be strong.

            I walk to the living room and sit down on the couch.  I turn on the television and flip through the channels.

            After five minutes of flipping through channels, I realize that nothing good is on.  I turn off the television.  God, it's quiet.  It was never this quiet when Angel was around.

            I close my eyes.  A picture of Sam comes to mind.  I think of the last time we were here together.

            She was crying in my arms.  Jack had killed again, and Angel and Chloe were out of town.  We were all alone. 

"I got your shirt all wet." She said as she pulled away from our embrace.

I kept one arm around her, "Doesn't matter.  I've got others."

She smiled.   "Thanks.  I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Oh, probably find someone else to cry on."

"John!" she said as she gently slapped me.  "I mean it.  I'd be lost without you.  You seem to understand me better than anyone.  You know what I'm feeling, what happened, what's wrong without me even saying a word.  You're a great friend.  I'm lucky to have you."

"I'm lucky to have you too.  I can open up to you without worrying about what you will think.  I don't have to put on a mask and hide behind it.  I can be me.  You're one of the best friends I've ever had."

We sat there for a while; talking, laughing, crying, acting like no one else existed in the world at that moment but us.

"I better get going, it's getting late.  You need to get some sleep."

"No, please don't leave.  Stay.  I want you here.  I don't want to go to sleep."

"Fine, I'll stay."

Soon Sam was asleep in my arms.  She slept peacefully and didn't wake up or stir until I got up to go to the bathroom.  When I came back she was having a nightmare.  I calmed her down and then fell asleep beside her.

I knew I loved her, but I never realized how much until that night.  After that, I knew I had to tell her soon.