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Rating: PG-13, for language and violence.
A/N: Please review, don't be harsh, and those who reviewed I'd like to thank: EsmeW, TLWfreak, cairo1, ParsifalinHeels, SierraSunshine, prin69, barbiedahl3, RoxtonsChick, and Di12381. Your reviews meant so much to me, thanks.
Gunter had become conscious while he was dragged into a police car, muttering to himself, as at a corner of his eye he saw Robert being paid by one of the officers, counting the cash in his hand with the biggest grin plastered on his face.
"Robert you filthy basterd!" Gunter yelled as he was suddenly stopped by a hit in the chest from one of the officer's clubs, who then ordered him,
"Shut up and get in the bloody car!"
"That's rich filthy rat to you Gunter" Robert said to himself smiling as he put the money in his pocket and walked away.
"Shut up!" The police officer shouted pushing Gunter into the car. As the last officer asked Roxton and the others a couple more questions they then left too.
As Marguerites nerves were finally calmed, Roxton walked out of the room remembering the flowers.
"These are for you." Roxton pulled the flowers from behind is back which put joy on Marguerite's face.
"Oh there beautiful." Marguerite said, as she held them up to her nose and inhaled the aroma of the roses, as the couple was then pulled into a much-needed kiss. Forgetting that the others were still in the room. Malone was getting a little uncomfortable, cleared his throat as he spoke. "Isn't Marguerite going home today, or tonight I should say?" The couple looked at each other and smiled they had forgotten all about it.
After thoroughly been examined by the doctors, except for the bruises on Marguerite's neck, she hadn't received any serious injuries, so the doctor gave the okay for her to leave but with Roxton they left the warning not to let her get out of bed for another 2 weeks, so she wouldn't ripped her wound open again.
"Lets go guys." Veronica said, pushing the others out so she could help Marguerite get dressed. The others stood outside the door. While outside Roxton smiled as he noticed Challengers anxiousness.
"Challenger, didn't you mention how you had another discussion meeting tonight?" Challenger looked at his pocket watch.
"Yes, oh my, I need to leave to get my things in order."
"Then go Challenger, Marguerite won't hold it against you if you leave."
"Thanks old boy, well so long." Challenger took his hat and hurried out the door. Roxton knocked on Marguerites door.
"How are you girls doing in there?"
"Hold your horses!" Marguerite barked, having trouble getting the layers of clothing on.
The men only laughed in response. It wasn't till 10 minutes later that marguerite finally had on her formal outfit on, as Veronica helped her to stand. Roxton gently picked Marguerite up in his arms, so Veronica could get the wheelchair from the back. "Here you go." Roxton said as he gently placed her onto the wheel chair, and then they all left going to their cars. Malone and Veronica gave their hugs and said their goodbyes as they got into their cars and drove off. Roxton opened their back door as he helped Marguerite slid onto the seat, and then so did Roxton, as then he directed to his chauffer. "Bring us home." 4 months had passed, but Marguerite was already up on her feet, as if nothing happened. They then decided to have a private, less glamorous wedding, but a wedding nonetheless. But what came to shock for them all was that Marguerite wanted to spend their honeymoon on the plateau. Roxton thought maybe France, or a tropical island, but the plateau was the last thing on his mind. Surprisingly it was one of the best times they had spent together. The couple was then embraced while sitting by a roaring fire, happily in their cozy, luxurious, household. As Marguerite and Roxton sipped their warmly brewed tea, Roxton broke the silence. "Do you know why that man was after you?" She only nodded her head. "Care to share?" He asked, with his brows arched in interest. "Let's just say it's all buried in the past, for which it shall stay." Roxton didn't feel like fighting, as he noticed his wife had fallen asleep. After smothering the fire, he picked his wife from the ground and laid her onto the bed, as he too lied down, and fell asleep next to her. Embraced, as they dreamed of happier times.THE END
A/N what can I say I hate unhappy endings. … don't forget to review,