Disclaimer: I don't own Profiler and am not connected to it in any way except for being a fan. Believe me, I would have treated it better than the people that controlled it in the third and forth season.
Author's Note: Oh my God! I am so sorry it took me so long to put up this next part. I was so busy. I went on two vacations and have been busy getting ready to try-out for volleyball.(camp, conditioning, open gym, etc.) Believe me, conditioning is terrible. We are not using a volleyball the whole week.(I don't know why we have to do so much for volleyball, you can't imagine all the work we have to do.) But hey, during vacation I was kind enough to take the time to write most of this on paper…I just needed to type it on the computer. Which at first I couldn't even find it, thankfully I did. Anyways hope you enjoy it. As always, tell me what you think. Oh, and wish me luck at tryouts next week.
Goodbye To You
"Goodbye." He barely heard the faint whisper as he walked away from Sam.
She wanted to go out with him! He couldn't get the thought out of his mind. John still wasn't sure how he was able to ask Sam out, and even more kiss her. After three years of dreaming of being able to go with her and being able to kiss her, his dream was finally happening.
When John first saw Sam, he was taken away by her beauty. Their eyes had met and he instantly fell in love with her. Everyday they became closer and closer and he fell for her more and more. She was everything to him. He worked hard to keep the promise he made to himself the second he first saw her: the promise to keep her safe no matter what.
John was willing to give his life to keep hers safe. John risked his life everyday by just being with her, yet he didn't care. He swore he would stay with Sam no matter what happened to him. The only way she could have gotten rid of him was if he being around her threatened her life. He would do anything to protect her.
Nobody would expect Sam and John to be best friends. John wasn't very open about his feelings making him seem very cold. Sam was able to see past his sarcastic remarks, though, and John decided to put down his guard for her. Soon, Sam made John more pleasant to be around. Sure he still wasn't the most pleasant person to be around, he still didn't trust many people, especially people he just met, and he still guarded his feelings and kept them hidden. But all that didn't matter when he was around Sam. He was a different person, he was himself.
John loved everything about Sam. Her smile lighted up his world. Her laughter made him want to laugh. Her tears made him want to cry.
John trusted her more than any other person. She was the only one he was really able to talk to. He could tell her things he never told or would never tell anyone else.
John did the very thing he never thought he would do: fall in love.
He strolled down the halls happily, smiling as he walked. When he passed Bailey's office, he was stopped by Bailey calling his name.
"What Bailey?" he asked while standing in the doorway to the office.
"I have something to give you," Bailey said while handing John a white envelope.
"What is it?" John questioned.
"I'm not sure. It's not from me."
John studied the envelope. It was a plain white envelope with his name written in black permanent marker on it. He stared at the handwriting. It was Sam's handwriting.
"Sam," John whispered without realizing. John looked at Bailey. In Bailey's hands were two similar envelopes with the names Grace on one and George on the other. Both names were written in Sam's handwriting.
John looked at his envelope once more.
"No," he whispered.
John made a dash into the hallway and started running down the hallway.
Behind him he heard Bailey yelling his name, calling for him to stop. He chose to ignore Bailey. He wasn't going to let her get away.
How could he be so stupid? How could have he not seen it. Sam was leaving, for good.
"I wanted to do some things before I left," her voice said in his head. She had messed up and revealed his plans to her, and then she fixed what she said, hoping he wouldn't notice anything suspicious about what she had said. And it worked, he didn't notice.
The conversation between the two replayed in his mind. How did he miss her strange behavior? He had just figured because Jack was gone that she was just making sure the he knew she was glad he was there for her when Jack was destroying her life.
He was an idiot and because of it he would lose the only woman he would ever love.
He said goodnight, she said goodbye. How did he miss that? The word had been whispered and he barely heard it, but he knew for some reason it was hard for her to say it.
If only he had been thinking clearer.
He was thankful he was a fast runner when he reached the parking garage. He pulled open the door leading to it and entered the garage. He looked at the space where always Sam parked. It was empty.
He quickly looked for her car among the few other cars there. He didn't see it.
He started to go towards his car, hoping to catch her at her house but something to his right caught his attention. There was Sam's car. Only she it was leaving the garage and pulling out onto the street. He looked closer. In the car was a sleeping Chloe and boxes packed with stuff. She wasn't going back to the house. She was leaving now, not later.
If he was quick enough maybe he could follow her in his car. The thought crossed his mind yet he mad no move towards his car. He couldn't move.
Emotions swept over. His chest hurt. No, his heart hurt. The pain got worse as the car drove further away. He wasn't sure if he could take it.
He held back the tears that threatened to emerge from his eyes. He had to be strong. He didn't cry. He wasn't supposed to cry. He was the strong John Grant. Yes, he had to be strong because….
There was no reason not to cry. He had watched the woman of his life drive out of his life. Who was he being strong for? There was no one left that he needed to be strong for. He didn't need to be tough right now.
John fell down to his knees. A small teardrop fell down his cheek. And then he did the something he had barely done in his life, he cried.
Sam was gone.
a/n: Me again. I'm thinking of writing another chapter. It's up to you guys on rather I do or not. Let's just say, if I do write another chapter then I will be changing the show slightly. Well okay, it's not really a small change, but you get the point. So what do you say, yeigh, or neigh? Oh, wow, that rhymes! (Sorry, I'm hyper right now.)