A/N Um, I don't know quite how to say this. But I think this might be the last chapter. Ducks please don't kill me! It's just, well, I had an idea for what might happen next, but I really don't want to drag this out and maybe ruin. So I thought, why not finish it now, or perhaps in a chapters time (it depends what happens in this chapter) and do another ER story. Because you see my friends, I'm hooked! I have to wait until "the new year" for more ER t.v wise, so I'm sooooo thankful I found this category. And wow, the reviews! I mean, I posted two chapters last night, so that's a total of 14 chapters, and 85 reviews! That is my second highest lot of reviews! I was just so... wow'd out! Lol. So of course, I must write more in the land of ER, because it is so fantabulous. So, (ok I'm rambling and repeating myself, not a good sign!) although this particular story may be ending, I'll definitely be doing more! Probably having at the very least hints of Reela, if not being Reela's but, who knows which characters will strike me tomorrow!

Ok, long a/n there, sorry about that! One last point, in this chapter Neela puts on the Snow Patrol album, the Final Straw, and How To Be Dead comes on. This is basically me saying, if I was actually writing this for ER, that would be playing in the background. It has nothing to do with the lyrics, so I won't write them, but I was listening to it one day and this following scene came into my head. If you have it, I say give it a listen while reading, and tell me whether you think it fits or not!

Chapter 15- Neela

I hovered around the lounge for a few minutes, trying to avoid the fate I knew I would have when I went outside. Everyone would be looking at me, whispering. People would say I was paranoid, but considering I'd just been caught making out with my room-mate in the the doctor's lounge, I guess they had a good reason to gossip. Shit, I hadn't meant it to get that far. I hadn't even known I was going to kiss him, I just... did it. Finally. And it felt so good, I mean obviously it felt good, but it felt like such a relief. Because he kissed me back. Hell, did he kiss me back.

I took a deep breath and stepped out of the door, striding confidently passed the desk. I was pretty short, so it was hard to stride confidently, but I hoped I pulled it off. I was almost passed, without having had any comments, at least in my hearing when I heard my name.

"Neela." It was Luka. I turned and walked to him. "You and Ray pulled a double shift tonight right?"

"Sort of, I was at home for a while before we got paged." I was waiting for the joke. Then I remembered it was Luka, ever the professional. I relaxed a little.

"Well, you've both worked hard. All the traumas are stable now, so will you tell Ray you can both go home. And have the day off tomorrow, it's been a rough night."

"Thanks," I said with a smile. He was right, it had been a difficult night. I'd never been under such immense pressure. I guess I hadn't coped with it very well, towards the end. But in a way that was a good thing, it was the reason I'd finally opened up to Ray and... well, yeah. I wished I hadn't shouted at him though. I was going to have to apologise before we did anything else tonight. I blushed, for being so forward in my own thoughts. Then I heard Morris say to Frank;

"I wonder what they'll be getting up to tomorrow?"

I turned and scowled at him, "Shut up Morris!" I snapped, before turning on my heel to find Ray.

We were sitting quietly on the El before no time. We'd got our coats and said a quick goodbye to everyone. I don't think I'd ever seen Ray in such a rush, he was always a "just one more minute" then it took tenkind of person. But tonight he'd been very prompt. It made me grin to think that I was the reason for it.

"What are you smiling at?"

"You," I said, turning to him and flashing a cheesy grin.

"Someone's happy," he said, grinning back at me. I just nodded. He put his hand on mine, which was resting on my leg. Then he began tapping his fingers on my leg, my upper thigh to be exact.

"Ray." I warned.

"What?" He asked, feigning innocence as his hand moved further up my thigh.

"I've told you once, you are never, ever getting sex on the El."

He made puppy dog eyes, "Aw, you're no fun."

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. Then I blurted out, "I'm sorry."

"What?" He asked, turning to me, he'd been looking out the window absent-mindedly.

"I said I'm sorry."

"What for?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Tonight. I shouldn't have been pissed with you. I was just... annoyed because I couldn't intubate that guy and everything was happening so quickly and it was so..."

He put his finger on my lips, "Neela, it's alright. Hell, if you hadn't had shouted at me, you probably never would have kissed me and then where would we be?"

I smiled, I'd just been thinking the exact same thing half an hour ago. "Our stop," I said, getting up.

We both walked surprisingly slowly up the stairs to our apartment. It was as if we were both nervous. I got my keys out and couldn't seem to find the right one, my fingers just weren't working and my legs felt all wobbly. I hadn't felt this nervous since I got the letter saying whether or not I'd been accepted at County.

I slipped the key in the door and turned to look up at him. He was looking down at me intently. It was like he was studying me or something. "What?"

"Nothing," he said with a wry smile. Then he bent down to kiss me. I leaned against the door, pushing it open and we practically fell in. I grinned and walked into the living room, taking off my coat and throwing my bag down. I went to the c.d player and just pressed play. I needed some music. I realised I'd been the last one listening to it, unusually, and Snow Patrol was in. How To Be Dead filled the room, strangely soothing.

I turned and Ray was standing in the middle of the room, he'd dumped his coat and bag and was just standing there. I just looked at him. There was something so charismatic about him, I just wanted to touch him, listen to him laugh, anything as long as it involved him. I stepped across the room and fell into his open arms. I leaned against his chest for a minute, just breathing him in. Then I looked up at him and he bent down, kissing me. It was the polar opposite of our fiery session at work. There was none of the urgency, but somehow it was more serious. It meant a lot more. I think we both realised that the other one wasn't going to run. He began unbuttoning my shirt, and as he slipped it off he pulled his own t-shirt off as well. He folded it neatly and put it on the coffee table.

"That's for the shrine."

"Shut up," I said, laughing. He stood up straight and looked at me. I felt my cheeks burn. "Stop it."

"I'm just looking."

"Well, stop just looking."

"Alright," he said, with a grin. He pulled me closer to him, and we were kissing fiercely again. It was amazing we could go from one depth to another. I tried to move closer to him, but we were already touching with our whole bodies.

I made a small sound in my throat and he smiled against my kiss. "Stop laughing at me, Barnett," I mumbled.

"Never." With that he picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder like he had done once before. He took me into his room and threw me down on the bed. I leaned back against the pillows. He crawled to me on all fours, breathing heavy.

"You win," I said in a quite voice and he smiled at me before kissing me.

Later that night we were lying in his bed, and I was looking at his room. There were posters everywhere from different gigs, and luckily no shrine. I snuggled against his chest and it felt like the best place I'd ever been, I was so comfortable. I sighed happily. My eyes were heavy and I wanted nothing more to just fall asleep, next to him. It had been one hell of a day, and I was suddenly aware of how tired I was. I hadn't been sleeping well recently, because he'd been avoiding me and I was worried about it. Now, I knew I'd be able to sleep soundly.

"Neela?" He whispered.

"Mmm?"

"I..." he paused and I waited for more. "Nothing."

Normally I would have pressed him, but right then I was too tired. So I just said; "Night Roomie." Before letting myself give way to sleep.

I woke up on my own. I thought for one moment it had been some extremely embarrassing dream, but then I realised I was still in his room. I slipped out of bed and pulled on a big black t-shirt that was in a pile that I hoped was clean and my underwear. I padded out into the hall and heard sounds coming from the kitchen. Ray was listening to the radio, bobbing his head to some music and singing along. There was a pan on the cooker, with what looked like pancake batter.

"Yum," I said, he swivelled round and grinned at me.

"Morning sleeping beauty. Or should I say afternoon."

"It's not is it?" I asked in shock.

"No, but nearly. You were wasting away our day off." He gave me a coy look that made me want to blush.

"You should have woken me."

He shrugged, "You looked so sweet, sleeping there, in my bed." He emphasised the my.

"Mmm, I did wonder why I was in your bed, very odd," I said with a smile. He walked towards me and kissed me.

"Jog your memory?"

"Perhaps," I replied. He grinned.

When we had eaten breakfast we were sitting on the sofa, well kissing on the sofa would probably be more accurate. I pulled away from him, "What are we going to tell everyone?"

"Everyone thinks we're together anyway. I say we just let 'em think what they want."

"I'm going to tell Abby, she'll probably be pleased we've finally got our acts together."

"I know I am," he said with a grin.

I replied, completely out of the blue, "Will you teach me guitar?"

He looked at me as if I was a little insane but shrugged, "If you want. I've never taught anyone so I might not be any good." He went to get his guitar.

I think I probably would have learned a lot quicker if my teacher hadn't been Ray and if he wasn't so distracting when he was playing. Of course the fact neither of us were wearing very much clothes really didn't help. I was trying to play a chord when I remembered a snippet of last night. "What were you going to say last night?" I asked absent-mindedly

"What?"

"Last night, you said Neela I, and then stopped."

"Oh... nothing." Him denying it only served to get me curious, I put the guitar down and pinned him, straddling him.

"What was it?"

"I told you, nothing."

"Tell me Barnett." He shook his head and I began tickling him.

"Alright alright. I was going to say I love you."

I rolled off him. "You were going to say what?"

"I was going to say Neela, I love you." He turned to me, and put his hand on my face, turning it so I was looking him in the eyes. "I love you Neela Rasgotra. I'm sorry, but I don't seem to be able to help it."

"You don't have to say that you know."

He laughed, "You say that like it's a bad thing. And I know I don't have to. I wasn't going to but... it's true. I do." He smiled at me.

I grinned back, "I think I might love you too." Then I added with one eyebrow raised, "Although I'm not quite sure you might have to help me make up my mind."

He grinned, "Oh I can definitely do that."

A/N... Well, this is my last a/n for this story. Because, yup, that was the end. Don't you think? I mean I could keep it going... but I'd rather end it on a good note where it's, you know, at it's peak so to speak. So, please look out for any of my new ER fics, (please) but almost more importantly, please please please review! Fifteen reviews for this chapter and we hit the hundred mark. Go on, you know you wanna! Please tell me what you thought, thank you! Love you all,

Moonlight x