Only Trust Your Heart
Before you read, note the dates with a star(*) it'll tell you what time period the story is taking place in at the current time.
*Present day, April 15, 2002
Monica and Chandler are given a test of their true love and trust when Chandler gets accused of a deadly crime. Will they be able to make it through the lies and doubts?
Monica arrived home after another long and tiring day at work to find the door locked.
"That's weird." Monica muttered. She knocked on the door and when no one answered, she cursed slightly under her breath as she went in a deep search to find her keys. She stood mumbling to herself as she set down the cookbooks that she was carrying in one hand and began to reach into the bottom of her purse.
"Aha!" Monica said as she finally withdrew her keys. She was surprised that she still carried them, seeing as their apartment door was most always unlocked. She pushed the door open and was shocked at the sight in front of her. Rose petals were scattered in front of her, leading to the kitchen. When she closed the door, the petals blew away suddenly at the sudden gust of wind. Monica turned slowly to the kitchen and saw Chandler standing with a rose in his hands. He was wearing a black tux, and smiled the smile that Monica first fell in love with. Monica felt her heart leap in her chest, a feeling that was becoming extremely familiar to her. No man had ever treated her with this much respect and love. Monica dropped her books and purse on the floor and walked straight into Chandler's arms and found herself in a warm embrace.
"I love you." Chandler whispered. Monica again felt her heart leap wildly in her chest. He said it often, but even after so much time had gone by, she still found it hard to believe that it had such an effect on her.
"I love you too." Monica whispered as she breathed in his familiar scent.
"It's been three years. Three years ago today we were married." Chandler whispered into her ear and he felt her shiver as her knees buckled.
" I remember." Monica mumbled as she began to nibble on his ear, planting butterfly kisses on his face.
Chandler groaned audibly, but forced himself to remain calm.
"I want you." Monica whispered.
"I want you too, but wait until after dinner." Chandler suggested as he backed off and went to the stove, where there were several pots cooking.
"What did you cook, and how did you ever manage?" Monica mused aloud.
Chandler laughed slightly. "I guess you could say a picked up a few of your habits. I mean, more than five years together… I guess you could say that's a long time. For me at least. And I'm so happy that I've found the right woman. There isn't one more perfect. Isn't one who understands me and trusts me more in the world." Chandler smiled at her as he looked over at her with his piercing blue eyes. Monica felt her legs getting weak again, so she quickly went to pull a chair out to sit down. Chandler beat her to it and pulled a chair out for her and pushed her back in, before he went to take a bottle of wine out of the freezer. Monica couldn't imagine it being anymore perfect. Chandler continued to surprise her day in and day out. Chandler finally sat down after he had served her salmon melted in butter and garlic sauce, and potatoes sliced thin covered with chives. Monica couldn't believe it. It was her favourite dish. Chandler reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, and Monica's heart began to race yet again.
"Monica, five years is a landmark." Chandler began as he opened the box and pulled out a simple yet elegant silver necklace, with a heart shaped locket.
Monica gasped as he leaned over and put it on her neck. She opened the locket and found a small picture of both her and Chandler on one side, but nothing on the other.
Chandler watched her facial expression, and noticed the change.
"I want this to be for you, because I've never felt this way before. I want you to wear it always, as long as you trust me. This is my way of thanking you for putting up with my commitment phobia all these years. That empty side is for a picture of a future child. I was hoping we could go for it tonight." Chandler smiled at her.
Monica gasped as a tear ran down the side of her face and she stood up and raced over to hug him tightly.
"I love you so much." Monica muttered. "I guess great minds think alike."
Monica pulled a small gift-wrapped box out from a drawer in the kitchen and handed it to him. As he greedily pulled off the wrapping, he peered inside and saw a little hand watch. He clicked it open and saw that on one side there was a picture of Monica, and on the other was the clock. He smiled when he saw her gift.
"That's my favourite picture of you." Chandler smiled.
"I know." Monica said as she returned to her seat.
Just as she sat down there was a crash from the door and both Monica and Chandler jumped up, knocking the table to one side.
"ON YOUR LEGS! MOVE!" A man in a black outfit yelled as he pointed his gun straight at the couple. He was followed by several other men, and Monica and Chandler stood petrified as they continued to move further into the corner.
"FREEZE!" The man shouted again, waving his gun warningly.
For the first time since their arrival, Monica noticed that they had NYPD written across the front of their kevlar vests.
"Please leave us alone!" Monica screamed as she raised her arms up over her head.
The men moved menacingly forward, and Monica screamed again, but noticed that they went straight for Chandler.
"You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and will be used against you. If you feel the need to a lawyer, you are free to make a call---" An officer began as he started to put handcuffs on Chandler.
"What are you doing?" Monica screamed, and she noticed the calm expression on Chandler's face.
Chandler was silently pleading her to calm down, as he got tossed into a wall.
"Fuck!" Chandler exclaimed as his face hit an open cabinet, and his lip tore open.
"STOP IT!" Monica screamed over the commotion in her apartment.
"On what grounds are you arresting me?" Chandler asked calmly.
The five officers which had gathered with their guns staring straight at Chandler's forehead didn't respond.
"I have a right to know the charges that are being pressed." Chandler said slowly, pronounciating each word.
"Sexual assault and murder in the first degree." The officer behind him grunted as he kneed Chandler in the back.
Chandler cried out in pain again and cursed again as he heard Monica's sobs breaking through their commands. He couldn't bring himself to look at her.
As he finally looked up it was as he was being quickly led out. The colour was completely drained from her face, and she looked as if she'd seen a ghost.
"It's a mistake, Monica. I love you. I'll be back, I promise." Chandler vowed as he reached up to try to grasp her, but found his hands handcuffed. Chandler was pulled away aggressively by an officer, who slammed the door on Monica's tears as he led Chandler away.
What happened to Chandler? What did he do, and did he do it? How will the others react when they find out what has happened? All these questions will be answered in the following chapters. Leave a review and suggestion, cause the more reviews the faster it comes.
rossandrachelforever
Before you read, note the dates with a star(*) it'll tell you what time period the story is taking place in at the current time.
*Present day, April 15, 2002
Monica and Chandler are given a test of their true love and trust when Chandler gets accused of a deadly crime. Will they be able to make it through the lies and doubts?
Monica arrived home after another long and tiring day at work to find the door locked.
"That's weird." Monica muttered. She knocked on the door and when no one answered, she cursed slightly under her breath as she went in a deep search to find her keys. She stood mumbling to herself as she set down the cookbooks that she was carrying in one hand and began to reach into the bottom of her purse.
"Aha!" Monica said as she finally withdrew her keys. She was surprised that she still carried them, seeing as their apartment door was most always unlocked. She pushed the door open and was shocked at the sight in front of her. Rose petals were scattered in front of her, leading to the kitchen. When she closed the door, the petals blew away suddenly at the sudden gust of wind. Monica turned slowly to the kitchen and saw Chandler standing with a rose in his hands. He was wearing a black tux, and smiled the smile that Monica first fell in love with. Monica felt her heart leap in her chest, a feeling that was becoming extremely familiar to her. No man had ever treated her with this much respect and love. Monica dropped her books and purse on the floor and walked straight into Chandler's arms and found herself in a warm embrace.
"I love you." Chandler whispered. Monica again felt her heart leap wildly in her chest. He said it often, but even after so much time had gone by, she still found it hard to believe that it had such an effect on her.
"I love you too." Monica whispered as she breathed in his familiar scent.
"It's been three years. Three years ago today we were married." Chandler whispered into her ear and he felt her shiver as her knees buckled.
" I remember." Monica mumbled as she began to nibble on his ear, planting butterfly kisses on his face.
Chandler groaned audibly, but forced himself to remain calm.
"I want you." Monica whispered.
"I want you too, but wait until after dinner." Chandler suggested as he backed off and went to the stove, where there were several pots cooking.
"What did you cook, and how did you ever manage?" Monica mused aloud.
Chandler laughed slightly. "I guess you could say a picked up a few of your habits. I mean, more than five years together… I guess you could say that's a long time. For me at least. And I'm so happy that I've found the right woman. There isn't one more perfect. Isn't one who understands me and trusts me more in the world." Chandler smiled at her as he looked over at her with his piercing blue eyes. Monica felt her legs getting weak again, so she quickly went to pull a chair out to sit down. Chandler beat her to it and pulled a chair out for her and pushed her back in, before he went to take a bottle of wine out of the freezer. Monica couldn't imagine it being anymore perfect. Chandler continued to surprise her day in and day out. Chandler finally sat down after he had served her salmon melted in butter and garlic sauce, and potatoes sliced thin covered with chives. Monica couldn't believe it. It was her favourite dish. Chandler reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, and Monica's heart began to race yet again.
"Monica, five years is a landmark." Chandler began as he opened the box and pulled out a simple yet elegant silver necklace, with a heart shaped locket.
Monica gasped as he leaned over and put it on her neck. She opened the locket and found a small picture of both her and Chandler on one side, but nothing on the other.
Chandler watched her facial expression, and noticed the change.
"I want this to be for you, because I've never felt this way before. I want you to wear it always, as long as you trust me. This is my way of thanking you for putting up with my commitment phobia all these years. That empty side is for a picture of a future child. I was hoping we could go for it tonight." Chandler smiled at her.
Monica gasped as a tear ran down the side of her face and she stood up and raced over to hug him tightly.
"I love you so much." Monica muttered. "I guess great minds think alike."
Monica pulled a small gift-wrapped box out from a drawer in the kitchen and handed it to him. As he greedily pulled off the wrapping, he peered inside and saw a little hand watch. He clicked it open and saw that on one side there was a picture of Monica, and on the other was the clock. He smiled when he saw her gift.
"That's my favourite picture of you." Chandler smiled.
"I know." Monica said as she returned to her seat.
Just as she sat down there was a crash from the door and both Monica and Chandler jumped up, knocking the table to one side.
"ON YOUR LEGS! MOVE!" A man in a black outfit yelled as he pointed his gun straight at the couple. He was followed by several other men, and Monica and Chandler stood petrified as they continued to move further into the corner.
"FREEZE!" The man shouted again, waving his gun warningly.
For the first time since their arrival, Monica noticed that they had NYPD written across the front of their kevlar vests.
"Please leave us alone!" Monica screamed as she raised her arms up over her head.
The men moved menacingly forward, and Monica screamed again, but noticed that they went straight for Chandler.
"You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and will be used against you. If you feel the need to a lawyer, you are free to make a call---" An officer began as he started to put handcuffs on Chandler.
"What are you doing?" Monica screamed, and she noticed the calm expression on Chandler's face.
Chandler was silently pleading her to calm down, as he got tossed into a wall.
"Fuck!" Chandler exclaimed as his face hit an open cabinet, and his lip tore open.
"STOP IT!" Monica screamed over the commotion in her apartment.
"On what grounds are you arresting me?" Chandler asked calmly.
The five officers which had gathered with their guns staring straight at Chandler's forehead didn't respond.
"I have a right to know the charges that are being pressed." Chandler said slowly, pronounciating each word.
"Sexual assault and murder in the first degree." The officer behind him grunted as he kneed Chandler in the back.
Chandler cried out in pain again and cursed again as he heard Monica's sobs breaking through their commands. He couldn't bring himself to look at her.
As he finally looked up it was as he was being quickly led out. The colour was completely drained from her face, and she looked as if she'd seen a ghost.
"It's a mistake, Monica. I love you. I'll be back, I promise." Chandler vowed as he reached up to try to grasp her, but found his hands handcuffed. Chandler was pulled away aggressively by an officer, who slammed the door on Monica's tears as he led Chandler away.
What happened to Chandler? What did he do, and did he do it? How will the others react when they find out what has happened? All these questions will be answered in the following chapters. Leave a review and suggestion, cause the more reviews the faster it comes.
rossandrachelforever