A/N: This is the LAST chapter. However, I've got a sequel in the works. Muahaha.

Chapter 10-

Riley got to the club twenty minutes late. It took so long for her to get ready.

She chose a mid thigh length black skirt with fish net tights. Her shirt was found at a thrift store and had some old band on it. She added some old Converse tennis shoes to the ensemble. Her outfit was different, but she liked the change. It was different than her uptight businesswoman style. She hoped Greg would like it too.

The entrance to the club was actually a small balcony to the stage. There was railing above it and down below was the actual stage and the many people surrounding it. Riley placed her hands on the railing, looking for Greg below.

She felt a hand on her shoulder. ''Hey Ger.-'' she turned around and froze. It was Stuart Long, the politician she had worked with before. Riley folded her arms into her chest. "Stud," was all she muttered.

"Riley," Stuart slyly smiled. Then he looked her up and down. "Great outfit."

She rolled her eyes. "How's the wife?" she replied coldly.

Stuart stopped smiling for a brief second, then grinned wider. "Living in San Fran with her new girlfriend. How's your hus…boyf…oh wait, you were never much for men, were you?"

"Still a jackass, eh Stuart?" she chided. "And for your information, I'm looking for my boyfriend right now." She knew it was a stretch to call Greg her 'boyfriend' but she wanted to shut him up.

"Come on," he said, grabbing her arm. "Let me buy you a beer and then you can repay me."

She tried to pull her arm from his grasp. "Let me go."

"Come on," he smirked, pulling on her arm harder.

"I said, let me go," she demanded.

Stuart felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see Greg standing there.

"Please let her go," Greg ordered Stuart.

"Listen, jerk, the lady and I are old friends," Stuart replied.

Greg looked at Riley and could see she did not like this guy. "Well, Riley and I and current friends, so let her go."

Stuart dismissed Greg and started once again pulling Riley towards the bar. Stuart purposely knocked shoulders with Greg. Greg had had enough and he did something he never did before; he punched Stuart.

Riley's hand went to her mouth in shock.

Stuart stumbled backward a few feet. ''What the HELL is your problem man?'' Stuart asked holding his hand to his eye.

''I told you to let her go, and you didn't listen'' Greg muttered angrily clenching his fists that were by his side.

''Hey man, she wanted to go with me, she came on to me'' Stuart lied sending Riley a look.

''Isn't that right, Riles'' he smirked.

Greg almost charged at him right there. He knew Stuart was lying. Instead Greg chose to stand in front of Riley protectively.

''I told you, I have a boyfriend. Remember?'' Riley snapped at him her head coming out from behind Greg. '' But wait, maybe you were too busy trying to think of ways to get in my pants.''

Greg turned around. ''Come on Riley, let's go enjoy the band.'' He gave one last look to Stuart and walked with Riley's hand in his.

''Look, I'm sorry. I had no idea, HE'D be here'' Riley apologized as they were quite a distance away. ''You must think I'm a train wreck.'' Her hands fell to her sides.

"Who was he?" Greg asked, not exactly knowing whom he had just hit.

"Remember the politician?" Riley responded.

Greg nodded in understanding. He slid his arms around her waist. "You're not a train wreck, you're a beautiful disaster." He smiled.

She laughed a little. "Thanks, that's a whole lot better," she replied playfully, smiling.

He really did love her smile. He pulled her in tighter. "Is that better?"

She bit her lower lip and nodded. "Much."

''What about this?'' He asked quietly and then leaned down and kissed her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as the kiss deepened. They broke away moments later after some punk walked by and muttered ''Get a room'' loudly.

Riley blushed ''Perfect,'' she responded.

''So, I'm your boyfriend now, huh?'' Greg asked still holding her tight. Riley blushed again.

''Well, that was to get Stu off my back…'' she smiled playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

"That's all? Just to get him off your back?" he replied, pretending to be hurt.

"Well…" she started, then kissed him again.

They remained holding tight to one another for the rest of the concert, but they weren't really listening to the music. They were swaying together, talking silently to each other.

After the show was over, they kissed one last time and parted ways. Riley didn't want to go home, but knew she needed to. It was late and she didn't want to do anything she might regret later.

She slept well that night, dreaming of the evening before. But when she awoke, the harsh reality of the day ahead crept in. It was Shawn's funeral.

She slowly got out of bed. The happiness of the night before was being overshadowed by the somberness of the day.

She got dressed and left. When she got to the funeral home, she spotted Margaret and walked to her side.

"I'm so sorry, Margaret," Riley tried to keep her voice from wavering.

Margaret wrapped an arm around Riley. "It's so horrible."

Riley felt an arm wrap around her from the other side. She turned to look; it was Greg.

"I'm very sorry as well," Greg said to Margaret. They spoke with Margaret a few more moments.

They walked up the main aisle to the coffin where Shawn visibly lay hand in hand. Riley stopped herself midway and shakily said, "I can't do this Greg."

Greg looked at her and saw the tears forming in her eyes. He pulled her into him and began rubbing the arch of her back.

"I can't do this...I can't," Riley kept saying each time more muffled than the last as she sobbed.

"Shh," Greg soothed her whispering in her ear. "Riley Parrish you have to be strong." He released her for a moment to look into her eyes. "Be strong for Shawn."

Riley sniffled staring into Greg's eyes. She finally mumbled, "What would I do without you Greg?"

"Probably be dating a slimy politician," Greg replied.

Riley gave a weak smile through her tears. "Probably," she said in barely above a whisper.

She walked up to the casket alone. She looked down and saw Shawn. He looked like he was sleeping.

"I'm sorry I couldn't keep you safe," she whispered to the lifeless form. "Be good with your mom and dad in heaven."

She wiped away her tears and turned to walk back to Greg. She looped her arm through Greg's and they walked to their seats.

As they listened to the service Riley couldn't help but ponder the events that led her here, to Greg. It was a mysterious world that the end of one life had brought two together.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this story. And I hope you review it as well. The sequel will be posted in a week or so.