~*Ha! I just saw "Chicago" and it's amazing! Everyone has to see it, it's crazy good! Okay, sorry but I loved it! I went out immediately afterwards and bought the soundtrack and that's all I've been listening to. Anyway, here is the next part and as promised, it's not nearly as depressing. So review again and make me happy, happy, happy. Thanks!~*

Disclaimer: So what you're trying to tell me is that they're not mine? Not even a little? Oh, fine. They're not mine. Not even a little.

Rachel rushed in with Joey and Phoebe. Ross was taking Heidi over to Carol's, who had promised that she'd watch her, and was coming as soon as he had. Chandler was already there, having come straight from dropping Heidi off at Ross's. He sat nervously in the chairs.

"What happened Chandler?" Joey asked. "What went wrong?"

"He found out. He came in and....he found out." Chandler shuddered at the mental image of Monica lying crumbled on the floor. How could he have left her there like that? If Chandler found him, he would...he would kill him.

"Is she okay?" Phoebe asked chewing on the end of her hair, a nervous habit of hers.

"I don't know," Chandler said. "It was bad. It was so bad. She was bleeding and, I think he tried to strangle her and I think that she had a miscarriage."

"Oh God," Rachel covered her mouth with her mouth. "Oh God." She sank into a chair.

"Where is he?" Joey asked. Chandler shrugged.

"Business trip, wherever that is."

"I'll kill him," Joey said and everyone could see that he meant it. He would kill Pete. He would have to get in line, as that thought was streaming through all of their heads.

"Chandler!" Ross came running into the emergency room. "Any news?" Chandler shook his head. He couldn't speak anymore, he had run out of words. What had happened was so horrific that Chandler couldn't find any words that fit the way that he felt. They all sat in silence waiting for the doctor. The police came in and they answered all the questions to the best of their ability.

"She was going to leave him?" The officer asked.

"Yes, she was packing her things," Ross answered.

"Where is he?"

"He went on some sort of business trip," Ross explained as calmly as he could manage.

"Business trip? He just left her like that?" The officer seemed appalled, and with good reason. "What did you say his name was again?"

"Pete. Peter Becker." Ross ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

"The Peter Becker? The multi-billionaire?" Ross nodded. The police officer chuckled softly. "I've never liked that guy." It struck Ross as funny at that particular moment, and without thinking, he began to laugh.

"I'm sorry," he apologized to the officer. "It's just, it's been such a stressful day."

"I understand," the officer replied. "If I hear anything on Mr. Becker's whereabouts, I'll be sure to come and tell you."

"Thanks," Ross said and went back and sat with his friends. The doctor came out a few minutes later and they all looked up wearily.

"How is she?" Chandler demanded.

"We almost lost her, she lost a lot of blood, and I'm sorry, but she miscarried her baby. We have her stabilized, and she has a major concussion and she is bruised and will be sore for a week or two." They all nodded.

"But she's going to be okay?" Rachel asked.

"Yes, she should recover," the doctor told her.

"Thank God," Phoebe breathed and let out a small laugh. "Can we see her?"

"One at a time," the doctor instructed. "She's still out, but you can go back and talk to her."

"Chandler, why don't you go first?" Ross asked and Chandler gave him a grateful smile and followed the doctor back to Monica's room. She was laying pale and bruised in the large bed and she looked so tiny as machines around her beeped. He took her hand and sat in the chair next to the bed.

"Monica? I don't know if you can hear me or not, but everything is going to be okay now, I know I said that before, but it's true this time. The police know and we'll get Pete. He won't be able to hurt you or Heidi ever again." Chandler paused. "You lost the baby, Mon. I'm so sorry." He kissed her hand. "I would have never hurt you, Mon. I still won't. I don't if you know this, but I love you. And I'm not talking about friend love, I'm talking about boyfriend-girlfriend love. The real stuff. The stuff that means the most. I'm talking love poems and songs. And I always have and I might always, and I want you to be okay, because...well, just because you have to." He felt a squeeze on his hand and he looked up to see her eyes open.

"I lost the baby." It wasn't so much of a question as of a statement. A lone tear fell down her face.

"Yes, sorry Monica."

"Where is he?"

"I don't know."

"He was going to France. I mean, that's where his business trip was to. It was to France."

"Okay."

"I heard what you said." She looked at him. She studied his eyes before speaking. "I heard that you loved me."

"I do." It was so simple. He did. He loved her.

"I don't know if I can....if I can be in a...."

"I'll wait." She smiled at him.

"You will?"

"Of course, I've waited ten years already, I can wait a little longer." He leaned forward and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

"Okay."

"Okay." He smiled at her. "You should get some rest."

"I guess I should."

"You're going to be okay."

"I know."

"You do?"

"Yes, I do. It's going to be okay. It took awhile, but things are definitely going to be okay." She settled back against her pillow and closed her eyes.

"Monica?"

"Yes?"

"I meant every word I said."

"I know."

"Good." He quietly left the room and went back to the waiting room.

"How does she look?" Joey asked.

"Bruised, battered, but okay."

"Okay?" Joey repeated.

"Yeah, she's going to be okay." They all breathed a sigh of relief. Ross was the next to go back to see her and he disappeared from the waiting room. The rest of them sat in the hard chairs and recalled memories and good times. When Ross reemerged, the police officer came into the room.

"Excuse me, Mr. Geller?" Ross stood up.

"Yes?"

"I don't know if this is good news or bad news, but, well, um....Mr. Becker's plane crashed."

"It what?" Rachel asked.

"It crashed over the Atlantic about twenty minutes ago." Chandler let out a small unbelieving laugh and leaned back against the seat.

"Someone should go tell Monica," Joey said.

"I will," Rachel volunteered and left the room. Chandler couldn't believe it. Pete's plane had crashed.

"Any survivors?" He asked the officer.

"No word of any survivors yet," he told Chandler.

"Huh." That's the only word that came to Chandler's mind. So Pete had really gotten what he deserved.

~* Okay, did you expect that, or did I take you all by surprise? Ha! I know, this chapter was pretty short, but I have the next one almost done so it'll be up soon, but only if you review. There are still at least one more chapter, so please review. And aren't you all glad he got what he deserved? *~