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"Name was William Ransky, and according to the bartender, the guilty one was Richard Burke," said an officer.
"Richard Burke?" asked another cop.
"Yeah, why? You know him?"
"Oh my God."
"What is it?" asked the first officer.
"He came to me and asked me about Erica Walker, and I told him."
"So let me get this straight. You told the murderer where his victim was going to be to try and help him?"
"I told him, yes! But I had NO idea he was going to kill her!"
"Ok, I believe you, but now what do we do?"
"He lives in New York, I have his address at home." Said the officer, still not believing that a man that he thought was his friend was capable of doing something so terrible, so appalling.
"Do you know where he works?"
"Yeah, I'll telephone the NYPD let them know about the case. Hopefully they'll catch him before he does anything else- if, he does anything else."
~*~
Rachel rested her head on Ross's chest, thankful for the intimacy they just shared. It had been so long since she had a night like that.
"Rach?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too," she whispered.
"Umm, can I talk to you about something?"
"Sure." She said, leaving him alone on the bed for a moment to check on Emma, who was sleeping soundly in the corner of the room.
"Well, what you said the other day really meant a lot, you know about how we are meant to be together."
"Yeah... I meant every word."
"And, I know how when we were together for a day before, that we decided to take things slow. But, I figure, what's the big deal, I mean, why do we need to take things slow?"
"Well, I mean, I don't know..."
"You said it yourself, if we're meant to be, it's fate. We can't mess up destiny."
"Well, that's true..." she said, coming back and sitting down on the bed.
"Rach," he started, wrapping his arms around her, "I have never loved anybody as much as I've loved you. I know we've gone through so much together, but we always get through it. You made me the happiest guy in the world. I mean, it's been a while since we were like that, but I still remember the way things used to be."
"I remember, how I would look forward to when work was over so I could finally be with you. To finally, just, hold you in my arms. I remember our first kiss, and everything else we've gone through together. Not a day goes by when I stop thinking about my love for you. Not one day. You're already in my heart forever, and nothing will ever change that. And whether you like it or not, you're my soul mate, Rachel Green I need you, I love you."
Taking a deep, deep breath, Ross asked, "Rachel Green, will you be my fourth wife?"
A wide smile spread across her face, "Yes. And I'll be a hell of a lot better than your third." And with that, she attacked him with hugs and kisses as they collapsed onto the bed once more.
~*~
The rain poured heavily on the city of New York, and the drops hit the ground as people hurried to get home. Cabs were hard to find and no one was willing to wait around for an old, crowded city bus.
Chandler was one of those impatient people. Especially since tonight was his anniversary, he wanted, he needed, to get home as fast as he could. The wind sent chills down his spine so he zipped his jacket up as far as it would go. Burying his nose into his coat, he quickened his pace.
Approaching his block, Chandler spotted his apartment building through the mist. Unexpectedly, a man in dark clothing with a mask on his face jumped out of a nearby alleyway, and knocked Chandler to the ground.
As he straddled Chandler, Richard took out a gun and shoved it into his victim's ear.
Covering Chandler's mouth with his hand he said in a shrill whisper, "Say goodbye Bing, because Monica's mine now."
~*~
As Monica lit candles in apartment 20 for her anniversary and awaited her husband's arrival home, the faint bullet sound in the distance never crossed her mind.
~*~
Thanks for reading!! I was thinking that I should change this to PG-13 because of the whole Richard thing but I don't know if I need to, what do you think? PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!
P.S. I know it was short but I needed to stop there!!
Disclaimer: [Insert own witty comment here, just remember to mention that I don't own them ;)]
~*~
"Name was William Ransky, and according to the bartender, the guilty one was Richard Burke," said an officer.
"Richard Burke?" asked another cop.
"Yeah, why? You know him?"
"Oh my God."
"What is it?" asked the first officer.
"He came to me and asked me about Erica Walker, and I told him."
"So let me get this straight. You told the murderer where his victim was going to be to try and help him?"
"I told him, yes! But I had NO idea he was going to kill her!"
"Ok, I believe you, but now what do we do?"
"He lives in New York, I have his address at home." Said the officer, still not believing that a man that he thought was his friend was capable of doing something so terrible, so appalling.
"Do you know where he works?"
"Yeah, I'll telephone the NYPD let them know about the case. Hopefully they'll catch him before he does anything else- if, he does anything else."
~*~
Rachel rested her head on Ross's chest, thankful for the intimacy they just shared. It had been so long since she had a night like that.
"Rach?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too," she whispered.
"Umm, can I talk to you about something?"
"Sure." She said, leaving him alone on the bed for a moment to check on Emma, who was sleeping soundly in the corner of the room.
"Well, what you said the other day really meant a lot, you know about how we are meant to be together."
"Yeah... I meant every word."
"And, I know how when we were together for a day before, that we decided to take things slow. But, I figure, what's the big deal, I mean, why do we need to take things slow?"
"Well, I mean, I don't know..."
"You said it yourself, if we're meant to be, it's fate. We can't mess up destiny."
"Well, that's true..." she said, coming back and sitting down on the bed.
"Rach," he started, wrapping his arms around her, "I have never loved anybody as much as I've loved you. I know we've gone through so much together, but we always get through it. You made me the happiest guy in the world. I mean, it's been a while since we were like that, but I still remember the way things used to be."
"I remember, how I would look forward to when work was over so I could finally be with you. To finally, just, hold you in my arms. I remember our first kiss, and everything else we've gone through together. Not a day goes by when I stop thinking about my love for you. Not one day. You're already in my heart forever, and nothing will ever change that. And whether you like it or not, you're my soul mate, Rachel Green I need you, I love you."
Taking a deep, deep breath, Ross asked, "Rachel Green, will you be my fourth wife?"
A wide smile spread across her face, "Yes. And I'll be a hell of a lot better than your third." And with that, she attacked him with hugs and kisses as they collapsed onto the bed once more.
~*~
The rain poured heavily on the city of New York, and the drops hit the ground as people hurried to get home. Cabs were hard to find and no one was willing to wait around for an old, crowded city bus.
Chandler was one of those impatient people. Especially since tonight was his anniversary, he wanted, he needed, to get home as fast as he could. The wind sent chills down his spine so he zipped his jacket up as far as it would go. Burying his nose into his coat, he quickened his pace.
Approaching his block, Chandler spotted his apartment building through the mist. Unexpectedly, a man in dark clothing with a mask on his face jumped out of a nearby alleyway, and knocked Chandler to the ground.
As he straddled Chandler, Richard took out a gun and shoved it into his victim's ear.
Covering Chandler's mouth with his hand he said in a shrill whisper, "Say goodbye Bing, because Monica's mine now."
~*~
As Monica lit candles in apartment 20 for her anniversary and awaited her husband's arrival home, the faint bullet sound in the distance never crossed her mind.
~*~
Thanks for reading!! I was thinking that I should change this to PG-13 because of the whole Richard thing but I don't know if I need to, what do you think? PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!
P.S. I know it was short but I needed to stop there!!