I am SO sorry that it took me so long to update. How long has it been? A year? I was busy on other fics but under a different name: Yellowwolf. Those are power rangers, fastlane and the sentinel fics. Any other Diagnosis murder fics will also be posted under that name.

Thanks for the support and the waiting. Finally the last chapter is here.

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Steve was once again sitting in the waiting room of the hospital, head buried in his hands. Amanda was sitting on his other side, her head resting against his shoulder. She seemed asleep which was normal since she hadn't been home much the last couple of days. She was always performing autopsies or helping Mark with something he had his mind set on.

Steve felt so damn guilty again. That was the second time he let his friend alone and the second time he got hurt. He had been so scared when he saw Jesse laying there, covered in blood. He hoped Jesse was gonna be alright and most of all he hoped this wouldn't ruin their friendship. Although Jesse had reassured him it wasn't his fault, he still felt like he could've prevented it one way or another. But then again, if he hadn't forget his badge he wouldn't have returned to the beach house and then he would never know Eddy was there. So it was only partly his fault. Eddy was dead which he actually didn't deserve. He deserved to rot in jail for everything he did. Finally Mark returned.

" Dad! How is he?" Steve asked a little to hard, waking up Amanda.

" Not so bad actually. We easily removed the bullet. He still lost some blood from the bullet wound and the cuts but nothing to worry about. Some cuts might leave a scar. He also has a mild concussion. He was awake when I brought him to his room but he's now sleeping." Mark reported, smiling. He had been scared when he got that phone call from Cheryl but as he found out, Jesse was in a pretty good shape. Steve and Amanda breathed relived.

" Can we see him?" she asked. Mark nodded.

" Of course but try not to wake him." He said. Steve and Amanda followed Mark to Jesse's room.

" I still have rounds but I'll check in on you guys later." Mark said to them before walking away. Steve and Amanda nodded as they walked in Jesse's room and took place at the side of Jesse's bed. He did look better then last time he was in the hospital. He looked little pale and a bandage was wrapped tightly around his shoulder. Steve sank back in the chair and looked at Amanda.

" Why don't you go home?" he suggested. She looked really tired. " If anything changes, I'll let you know." He added.

" I think that's a good idea. I'm really tired. See you tomorrow." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, squeezed Jesse's hand and mumbled something to him before walking out. Steve sighed. He knew he should get some sleep ,too but there was now way he was gonna leave Jesse alone again. Who knows what might happen? Sure, Eddy was dead and they were save but still… He slightly dosed off. About midnight, Jesse stirred and opened his eyes. Steve was at his side in an instant.

" Man, I keep ending up here." Jesse joked. Steve chuckled.

" How are you feeling?" Steve asked.

" Not so bad actually. A little sore but that's it." Jesse replied, studying Steve. " Look, I don't blame you. I told you before." He added.

" You should." Steve said.

" Why?" Jesse asked. Why couldn't Steve just understand that it wasn't his fault? Man, he was stubborn. But then again, he always was.

" Because I shouldn't have left you. I knew he was out there and wanted revenge." Steve replied.

" You had a job to do. I can hardly blame you for that, can I? Besides, I'm fine." Jesse said.

" But…"

" No buts." Jesse interrupted. " And please go home, you look terrible."

" I'm staying." Steve said. Jesse sighed. Ever tried dealing with a stubborn cop who on top of that was feeling guilty? Well, it was hopeless.

" No, you're not. Go. Home. I'm save here, nothing can happen to me." Jesse tried.

" Jess…"

" Steve, I'm not arguing with you over this. I'm a doctor. I know what's best for you." Jesse once again interrupted.

" Fine, I'll go home." Steve said.

" Good, but if I find you here tomorrow morning before 10, you're in trouble got it?"

Steve looked surprised for a moment because he had been planning on sneaking in like last time. He quickly recovered.

" Ooh, really? And what are you gonna do than? I'm the cop here." Steve teased. Jesse rolled his eyes.

" For one, I can change some stuff on you chart when you're brought in with yet another hole in your arm. Don't fight me in my own territory, man." Jesse shot back. Steve chuckled.

" Okay, see you tomorrow, then." Steve said.

" Yup, 'night." Jesse answered. Steve nodded and left. Damn, he wondered how Jesse always got him to do stuff he didn't want to do. Ah well, Jesse was persuasive and he did look fine.

The next morning, Mark walked in Jesse's room to check up on him and found the young man sitting up in bed.

" Hey, Mark." Jesse greeted cheerfully.

" Hey." Mark smiled. " How are you doing?"

" Fine, a bit sore but that'll pass. When can I leave this hospital bed? And the food here really sucks, man. We're gonna have to change that because really, I can see why patients loose weight here." Jesse rambled. Mark smiled.

" Some people like this food." Mark said.

" Yeah, Steve and he's the only one." Jesse said dryly. Mark shrugged. Jesse started to rise form the bed.

" Where do you think you're going?" Mark asked.

" As far away from this bed as possible." Jesse answered.

" Jesse, you're not going anywhere."

" Mark, come one, I'm fine." Jesse whined.

" I know but you still had a blow to the head."

" I don't even feel it anymore." Jesse said, sitting up. Okay, he admitted that he felt a little dizzy. Steve walked in the room at that time.

" Hey Steve." Jesse greeted.

" Hey Jess, dad." Steve replied. Jesse stood up.

" Jesse, I told you, you have to rest."

" And I told you, I'm fine." Jesse shot back. Steve snickered, seeing his dad already lost the fight.

" Don't bother, dad."

Mark sighed. " Fine, you're free to go. Steve, keep an eye on him, will you?"

" Sure, dad." Steve replied, grinning at his friend.

" What am I, a baby? I do not need a babysitter. Let me just go back to work." Jesse said irritated.

" Do I have to remind of your injured arm?" Mark asked. " Either you stay here or you go with Steve."

Jesse decided that he wanted to be as far away from the bed as possible and going with Steve didn't seem to bad at all.

" Fine, can I go surfing?" Jesse asked.

" Do I have to answer that?"

Jesse mumbled some stuff under his breath and decided to let it rest. Maybe he would have better luck convincing Steve.

" Get dressed and let's get going." Steve said. Jesse nodded, went in to the bathroom and started getting dressed. Lucky, he always had clothes in the locker downstairs. Mark had been kind enough to hang them here. He got his pants without trouble but putting his shirt proved to be a bit more difficult because he injured shoulder was protesting. He bit back a yelp and quickly finished putting on his blue shirt.

" Okay, I'm ready." Jesse announced returning back to Steve and Mark who were having a conversation but stopped talking as soon as he entered. Jesse raised an eyebrow but didn't question because he knew well enough Mark probably had been telling Steve what he could and couldn't do with his arm.

" Good, Jesse, no surfing, I don't care what you try to convince Steve. Okay?" Mark warned. Jesse felt like a kid now so he just nodded. " I'll be home by 5 pm when my shift ends and I'll ask Amanda to come over also so we can all spend out afternoon together." Steve and Jesse nodded their agreement.

They arrived at the beach house 20 minutes later. Jesse made himself comfortable on the deck and started out over the beach and the sea. The weather was nice. The sun was shining brightly. It wasn't to warm. The waves were good which made Jesse longing to go surfing but he knew Steve wouldn't let him. It was only 10 so there weren't to many people on the beach.

Steve came out with a soda and sat down on the chair next to him.

" Thanks." Jesse said, smiling at the cop. They just sat in silence several minutes, enjoying the light breeze that caressed their skins.

" Man, I really want to surf." Jesse said not so subtly.

" Me too but your arm is injured and I doubt that the salt water is gonna help." Steve replied. Jesse shrugged.

" We don't have to tell Mark, you know?" Jesse tried. Steve shook his head.

" No way, you know he finds out everything."

Jesse sighed and let it rest. It was true that Mark found out everything. Mark should be a detective. Okay, he solved nearly everyone of Steve's case. It was really fun to help Steve. Sometimes he did get himself in a bit of a situation but that was part of the job.

" Wanna go for a jog?" Jesse asked after spending several minutes in a comfortable silence.

" Jess, do you even know what resting means?"

" You know I don't like to sit still. I need to do something. We can't surf because you and your dad won't let me because of my stupid arm injury that doesn't even hurt anymore so swimming in general is ruled out, too which leaves us with nothing much to do." Jesse finally breathed after saying all that.

Steve needed a few seconds to process the information he just got and was finally able to make some sense out of the flow of words.

" You need to rest. You had a pretty hard blow to the head and don't get me started on your arm again so just sit back, enjoy the weather and when our healed we can go surfing." Steve replied.

" Ah man, you're no fun." Jesse actually pouted. Steve snickered and shook his head.

That night, Mark, Steve, Amanda and Jesse enjoyed a nice dinner. They talked about Steve's cases but avoided talking about what happened to Jesse. The mood was relaxed like it always was with one of these dinners. They enjoyed the sunset on the deck before Amanda headed home. Jesse was still staying at the beach house although he did want to go home. Mark ,of course, didn't let him. Steve didn't like to leave Jesse out of his sight either although there was no threat anymore.

From now one, life would just go as it always went: working shifts, solving cases, the usual stuff that kept them busy and left all exhausted but no one cared because it was what they did, who they are. Steve just had to accept the help he was getting whether he liked it or not. He didn't really mind because the four of them were a great team and he hoped that wouldn't change anytime soon.

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I know that was a bit rushed but at least it's finished now. Again, sorry for the long wait!