A/N: Forgive me, please forgive me. I know its been a while since I gave you a real chapter. Unfortunetely this is the last one. I may do a sequel, I haven't decided. Thank you all for reviewing. There is still an epiloge to come. I will have that up hopefully tomorrow. Here it is.

Little more than a week later, Erik's doctor deemed him well enough to go home, with instructions of a follow-up in 2 weeks. The police were waiting outside Erik's room.

"Mr. Grenier? We need you to come with us." With a sigh, Erik bent to kiss Christine's cheek.

"Go on home. I should be there soon." He told her.

"Actually, Ms. Daae, we'll need to talk to you again as well." The police escorted Erik out to their cruiser. Christine followed right behind. Once inside the station, Christine sought out the officer who had taken Erik in. As she made her way back to the cop who was sitting behind a desk, she practically ran into a tall man, in a fine suit. For a brief moment, he stared at her, narrowing his eyes, but then moved on.

"Excuse me." Christine murmured. The man said nothing and walked away. The man had dark hair, but the same bright blue eyes. Christine would recognize Phillip Chagny anywhere. He didn't look a bit different. He had been 15 years Ryan's senior, but the two brothers were close. Or they had been.

Christine watched as he approached the officer she'd been heading to and spoke to him. The officer nodded a few times then pointed down a hallway. Christine was just near enough to hear.

"Fourth room on the right, sir." Phillip nodded, walking briskly down the hall. Christine walked to the desk once Phillip had fled.

"Miss?" The burly man behind the desk looked up at her.

"Erik Grenier? Where is he?"

"Well he's certainly a popular man today; he's in an interrogation room."

"I'm Christine Daae. One of the officers said I should come down here."

"Right. Daae you say? Weren't you in that play? The one about the man in the mask?" At her nod, he went on. "That was some show." She gave him a slight smile. The man unclipped a walkie-talkie from his belt and told someone named Joe that she was there. "Have a seat, miss." He pointed toward a row of plastic chairs. "Someone will be with you soon."

Christine sat, and wrapped her arms around her middle. The dark, dank room gave her chills. It was twenty minutes later when she was led back to a small room. Joe, she assumed, was short, stick thin, Italian and had a thin mustache hovering over his lip. He offered he coffee that looked about 12 hours old. She politely declined.

"I know you've already been through this, but I'll need you recall that night again. The night when your fiancé killed Ryan Chagny." Her eyes narrowed, but she started at the beginning, from the moment Ryan became the new patron, until the moment the last shot was fired. Then Joe started grilling her with questions, she supposed to find a glitch in her story. She could remember everything; it was burned into her mind. Without a doubt, she would never forget that night.

Another officer came in after Joe left, holding a manila envelope. She went through the same ordeal with him.

Meanwhile, Erik was being watched. Phillip Chagny sat next to an officer behind the two-way glass. He refused to believe that his baby brother could have done such a thing. The man, this masked man, must be lying.

The cop, Joe, was now questioning Erik.

"Tied you, you say?" Joe glanced over the hospital records. Grenier had, in fact, had severe rope-burn; the top layers of his skin had been scraped off. The thick rope that had been found at the crime scene had blood that matched Grenier's. All things were leading to self-defense. Grenier must have pulled the trigger of the gun over Chagny's finger, because there wasn't a single fingerprint of his on the gun. The wound over Chagny's heart looked to have been shot at an odd angle.

Quite possibly the angle that Grenier had attempted to wrestle the gun from Chagny at. The fact that they had to pull the gun from Chagny worked in Grenier's favor. After a few more questions, Joe was satisfied.

"Well, from your statement, and that of Ms. Daae's, I find it hard to believe that this case wasn't that of self-defense. You're free to go. Do not leave the state or the country; we may need to see you again." Erik nodded and shook Joe's hand. Joe knocked on the door, and it was pushed open. When Erik stepped out, he met an icy blue stare. The owner of the blue stare glared at Erik, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Erik raised his visible eyebrow and pushed past the man.

When Christine saw Erik, she ran to him, hugging him tightly. Wincing slightly, he kissed her forehead.

"Ready to leave?" Erik slid his arm around her shoulders.

"Can we?" She stared up at him. He nodded, smiling. "Yes, let's go, then."

Erik pulled the door open, letting a rush of the cold March air in. As he held it for Christine, he glanced over his shoulder. The elder Chagny stood a few yards behind them, his glare was still of icy hatred. Revenge would be his.

The End