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Chapter 13

After George gave them the address of Johnson's Pub, they tried to catch him there. They hurried inside and Bailey walked straight to the bartender while Nathan looked around to find Richard.

Bailey pulled out a picture of Richard, "Have you seen this man?"

The confused bartender looked at the picture and than at the man in front of him, "I don't know. Maybe. I can't remember every face who took a drink here, sir!" he answered uninterested and walked away.

Bailey took out his badge and showed it to the man, "One more time, have you seen this man?" he asked again, now with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"Oh, a cop…" the bartender chuckled, "…I'm sorry…" he looked at the picture again, "…hmm, he was here today… wait a moment…" he looked around and saw a man running to the backdoor. "That's the man!" he shouted.

Nathan followed him with his gun and shouted, "Stop, FBI!"

When they were outside, Nathan shot into the air to scare him and Richard stopped with his hands behind his head. "What? Are you crazy?"

Nathan ran to him and put handcuffs around his wrists. Right at this moment Bailey came, "Good work, Nathan!" He patted on Nathan's shoulder and pulled Richard with him to the car.

"What do you want? I didn't do anything!" Richard struggled against Baileys grip.

"Then why did you ran away if you didn't do anything, huh?" Nathan said and pushed him into the car.

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"It's time to confess Mr. Manahan." Bailey said, sitting in front of him in the interrogation room.

"There's nothing to confess." he hissed and stood up, but the two guards behind him pulled him down onto the seat.

Bailey settled back onto his chair and let out a deep sigh, "Mr. Manahan, we both know that's not true. The list is so long, I could put you in jail right now."

Richard leaned towards Bailey, "I don't know what you're talking about."

With this words Bailey hit the table with his hand and stood up, "Don't play the innocent Mr. Manahan. First you broke out from the psychiatric, then you stalked Dr. Waters, shot Agent Grant and last but not least… you've infected him with… well, god knows what kind of virus. So don't tell me you didn't do anything!"

Richard looked at Bailey with a grin. "Sounds really interesting but I think you caught the wrong guy."

"Oh I don't think so. We traced back your phone call to Dr. Waters which lead us to your house. And Mr. Manahan… if you believe it or not, we found a lot of evidences in your house. Enough to put you in jail without your confession."

"Then why you're wasting my time here?" Richard snapped. "Okay, but if you'd like to hear it from my mouth. I broke out from the psychiatric to take revenge on Samantha Waters. All I wanted to do was to torture her for what she did to me. But then there was this Agent Grant and I needed to get rid of him first. But as you told me, I've failed right? What a pity, I really wanted to see him dead but it's not over yet. He's at the hospital, isn't he?" he laughed.

"Okay, that's it. Lead him away." Bailey ordered and waved his hand to the guards.

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Meanwhile at the hospital

Sam left John's room to get some coffee as her cell phone rang, "Hallo?"

"Sam, we have him." Bailey told her, walking into his office.

"Thank god…" she let out a sigh of relieve, "…and did he confess?"

"Yes he did. How's John?" Bailey asked, concerning.

"He's still asleep." Sam said.

"Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes. Maybe I have something for them to make the right antidote." Bailey said and shut the phone.

Sam put her cell phone back into her purse and walked to the coffee machine in the waiting room to grab some coffee. After a few minutes she finished her cup and walked back to John's room. When she arrived she saw the door to his room open.

"Mr. Grant, can you hear me?" the doctor asked, while he opened John's eyes to look at his pupils.

Sam rushed into the room to look at John, "W-what happened?" she asked, her look wandered from John to the doctor.

"The fever increased again. He fell into a shock and lost his consciousness. Please wait outside, Ma'am!" the doctor ordered and turned round to John to give him an infusion.

Without a word Sam walked to the door. She turned around to see John lying on the bed while the doctor worked with a needle on his left arm.

As she left the room she didn't notice Bailey and Nathan walking down the hallway. And as she searched for her cell phone she ran into them. "Bailey… I'm glad you're here."

"Sam, what is it?" Bailey asked.

"I don't know. I left his room to get some coffee… and when I came back the doctor told me that he fell into a shock..."Sam said concerning, "… but you said something about the right antidote?"

"Yeah, look." Bailey opened the folder and showed Sam notes about John's DNA and the composition of the virus Richard used for John.

"It was a specific one he used which was based on John's DNA?" Sam said and looked at Bailey, "That would make sense why it wasn't infectious."

The doctor came out of John's room and walked to Sam, "We stabilized his condition but we're still concerned about his high fever." the doctor explained.

"I think we have something that might help you." he handed him the folder with the notes they found in Richards basement.

The doctor took the folder and opened it, "What…" he read through the facts on the sheet and looked at Bailey, "…that's a help, Sir! Definitely!"

"Good." Bailey smiled and laid his hand on Sam's shoulder.

"I'll bring this to the lab now." the doctor hurried down the hallway and disappeared behind a door.

"Look, everything's going to be okay." Nathan said encouraging and all three walked into the waiting room.

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One week later

Sam and John arrived at the firehouse. The doctor gave his permission to release John out of the hospital after they developed the right antidote and John's fever sunk steadily. It didn't take long since John find back to his old self and tried everything to get out of there.

"I'm so glad you're okay now." Sam said while they walked into the living room of the firehouse.

John put his coat on the wardrobe and turned round to look at Sam, "Me too." he smiled.

"I know…" she said with a smile on her face, "…uhm, do you like something to drink?"

"A coke would be nice." he answered.

"Okay, sit down." she pointed to the couch in the middle of the room, "I'll go and get us one." she walked into the kitchen, took two bottles out of the fridge and came back to John. She sat down beside him and handed him the coke, "Here!"

"Thanks." he took a sip and placed the bottle on the small table in front of the couch.

After a few minutes of silence, both spoke at the same time.

"Sam…"

"John..."

They looked at each other began to laugh.

"Ladies first." John started while he looked into her blue eyes.

"No, you first. I can wait." she said with a smile, leaning back onto the sofa.

"Okay uhm… there's something I wanted to tell you, Sam…" John began, looking down on his hands.

"Yeah?" Sam looked at him, "And this would be?"

"I… I wanted to thank you…" he looked at her, "…I mean for everything."

"John…" Sam started but he cut her off.

"No, please let me finish." John said and Sam nodded. "I wanted to thank you for everything you've done for me in the past few weeks. I know I'm not the easiest man to handle. Not at all when I'm ill, too…" he smiled, "…but you let me live in your firehouse and stayed with me everyday when I was at the hospital and I'm really thankful for that because… the last person who cared for me this way was… was my mother…" he looked away from her, "…and besides the fact I was ill the most of the time, I really enjoyed the time we spent together."

Sam waited a few seconds to see if he was finished and answered, "John, I was so glad to have you here and I couldn't let you alone in the hospital because you're my friend and I wanted to be there for you. That's what friends are doing, isn't it?"

John looked at her, a smile forming on his lips, "I think so. Okay, now it's your turn. What were you going to say?"

"I uhm…" she put a strand of hair behind her ear, "… it's just that… I'm so glad you're okay now."

"You already told me that." John replied with a smile.

"I know that but… I felt so guilty the whole time."

"But you shouldn't." John said still looking at her.

"Of course, I mean I dragged you into this whole situation. Without me nothing would have happened to you. Richard was after me but then he went after you, he tried to kill you. A few times and…"

"Sam, I've never blamed you for anything and I never would, okay? It's not your fault that Richard is sick. And Bailey und Nathan caught him and he'll be in jail for the rest of his life." John assured her.

"I know." she sighed and closed her eyes.

"Come here…" he said and pulled her into his arms, "…everything's okay!" he stroked her hair softly.

Sam laid her head on John's shoulder and put her hands on his back. They remained like this a few minutes until they pulled apart and looked into each others eyes. She put her hand on his cheek, "Thank you!"

John smiled, "For what?"

"For being you." she smiled back at him.

"Oh… uhm, you're welcome…" Hesitantely, he leaned forward until his lips met hers in a kiss. First it was light but then Sam put her hand on John's neck and the kiss became more passionate. It's like both wanted this for a long time but were afraid of the reaction of the other.

Suddenly Sam pulled apart and looked at him, "John…"

John stood up, "Oh god Sam, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't…"

"No it's just…" she started but stopped.

He looked at her and waited a moment but she didn't say anything, so he continued, "I uhm… I think it's time to move back into my apartment." he said and headed into the guestroom to pack his things.

Sam sat on the sofa and watched John walking away. She couldn't believe she kissed him with such passion and longing. Even if it would be the most natural thing on earth. She noticed that they got closer the last weeks but it was hard to admit that she won't let him go. Everything became so normal in her life. In her life with John.

She got up and walked into the guestroom where John packed all his things into a sports bag.

"I'm out of here soon. Then you have your life… and your firehouse back. Besides this, I'm not able to get on your nerves any longer. And if I'm not wrong, Chloe will come back home on Friday." Without looking at her he threw the rest of his shirts into the bag.

"John…" Sam whispered.

He threw the bag over his shoulder and walked to the living room and straight to the elevator.

"John…" she said and walked after him.

He put the bag on the floor and pushed the button to call the elevator. Then he turned around and looked at her, "We'll see us tomorrow at work." he climbed into the elevator and pushed the button to close the door, but Sam couldn't let him go like this and pushed the button to open the door again.

"Damn it John, you can't go…" Sam said with a hint of anger in her voice.

"Why not? There's no need to stay here any longer. I've recovered enough to live alone in my apartment. So there's no reason…" John said.

"Sure, there is…" Sam whispered, her eyes focused on his.

"Really? What?" John asked, leaning against the wall with the bag on the floor between his feet.

"You can't go because…" she hesitated and looked away.

"Because?"

"Because... I love you, okay?" she said and ran her fingers through her hair.

"You… what?" John asked surprised.

"You heard me very well…"

"You're right. I did."

"So? What do you say?"

He smiled at her, "I would say that …" he walked towards her and pulled Sam into his arms, "… I love you, too."

"I want you to stay… here with me. How would you think about that?" Sam asked with a smile on her face.

"Hmm…" John looked around, "…I don't know, there're too many cameras around here, you know." he looked at her, grinning, "But I'd like that."

"Really?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, really." he leaned closer to her and caressed her cheek.

"Good, same here!" she smiled, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

The End

So okay, that's it. I thought about split this chapter in two but then I decided to post it in full length. I hope you've enjoyed my story. It was really fun writing it. :) And thank you so much for reading and reviewing!