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Here's this chapter that has proven most difficult to write I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 11: Officially Over

Rachel was officially done, she had given her declaration and she had racked her brain for details on the mob man's face and now she was just waiting to sign a few forms and be over and done with the whole ordeal; only thing she kinda regretted was saying goodbye to Detective Reagan although she would surely miss him she could not say that she would miss this precinct and his tiny office, where she was pacing, all alone, she was relatively calmed as she could see Detective Reagan through the opened door, he was talking with a young police woman who seem pretty confused, so it was more likely that he was barking orders at her and she didn't know what to do. Rachel was worried about her so called friends, again, mainly cause next time she would see them Detective Reagan would not be there to rescue her if things got complicated, as they surely would, her train of thought got interrupted when a very livid Detective Reagan came in the office shouting "-…Next decade!-" and shut the door.

Detective Reagan was feeling majorly pissed off, he hadn't slept in a really long time, he had faced a fucking car chasing, he had watched a young man die, he had taken care of a scared teen girl, he had listened to said teen girl blabber about some stupid teens, he had talked to the same stupid teens and their equally stupid teacher and finally when he was about to be done with the whole thing he had to face this rookie dimwitted cop, who apparently couldn't understand a world of the English language, as she kept looking at him with a stupid fucking look on her face and was not doing what he order her to do, finally he had enough so he shouted at the young woman as he turned around and went to his office "-Go do what I told you or you'll be working weekends for the next decade!-" Danny shut the door and came face to face with Rachel who was looking at him, and for some strange and unknown reason he felt the need to justify himself and said "-What?! She was just standing there, staring at me!-" Rachel shrugged and said "-I didn't say anything-".

Danny sat down and put his elbows on his desk, pinched the bridge of his nose and after a while he said "-It's been a long day, ok?-" Rachel stared at him, he looked so tired almost dead on his feet, she felt a irrational need to touch him, so she walked towards him, put a hand on his shoulder and said in a soothing tone "-I know but it's gonna be over soon-" he just nodded, somewhere deep inside of him, he knew it was not going to be that easy but he kept quiet, instead he focus on the warm irradiating from the young girl's hand, he hadn't quite feel something like it in a while, it was as if the roles were reversed, instead of him having to comfort someone he was being comforted, and it felt different, it felt nice, the last time he felt that way his wife was still alive, when she died all the good feelings disappear and leave a hole that Danny tried unsuccessfully to fill with feelings of revenge and self-blaming and being completely honest with himself he missed the easiness of his previous life and the feeling of having someone close, Rachel's warm made him feel whole, like the last three years of his life didn't happen, he closed his eyes and relish on that feeling for exactly five minutes during which Rachel just stood there, thinking about nothing and just watching Detective Reagan's face relax until he looked almost peaceful.

They were interrupted by the young cop that Danny was scolding a few minutes ago when she abruptly open the door without knocking and said in a harsh tone "-Here are the papers you asked for!-" she put the stalk of papers on the desk turnaround and left without looking at either of them, detective Reagan sight loudly, shook his head, stood up, got the papers and said to Rachel "-Sign here, here and here-" he passed the pages quickly while she sign them and when she finish, he said "-And you're done-" Rachel give him a wry smile and said "-What a relive-" she tried not to look at Danny when he said "-I just need to take you to the hotel and I'm done-" she nodded, even as she knew she could not hold onto him much longer she didn't feel alright leaving him, there was something inside her that made her feel uneasy, maybe it was her psychic part but she ignored it when Detective Reagan opened the door to escort her out of his office and to the front desk where he delivered the signed papers and took his massages, he saw her wriggling her hands, Rachel was definitely struggling with something, Danny didn't need to read minds to figure that one out, she was wreaking her brain trying to put into words what she was feeling but nothing came to mind.

Rachel held Danny's hand as they walked towards the elevator, the uneasiness Rachel felt kept growing strong, it felt as if someone filled her stomach with something heavy, as they waited for the elevator she started to get the feeling of something dreadful was about to happen and she started to tap her foot on the floor, the elevator got to their floor, there was some people in it but Rachel didn't paid much attention to them and Danny was busy reading the messages on his hand, she smell something familiar and she felt the chocolate chip pancakes making her way back to her mouth, Rachel force her breakfast back down and tried to remember where had she smelled that before but could not quite place it, then it hit her as she felt the hairs on her neck stand up and a shiver ran through her, unconsciously she tight her grip on Danny's hand, he looked at her when he felt the tug and he saw that Rachel was very pale and her eyes were wide he asked her "-Are you ok?-" she just nodded and answered him "-Elevators make me sick-" but she didn't look sick she looked scared Danny frowned and scanned the elevator, he didn't noticed anything wrong, maybe she was sick indeed.

They reach the parking lot floor not even three minutes after they got on the elevator but by looking at Rachel you couldn't tell that, she was completely freaked out, it usually took longer for people to get that worked up about something, the people on the elevator pushed them to get out of it and Danny practically dragged her while she used all her strength to keep him behind everyone else (three policeman, two elderly woman and a guy with a briefcase) he looked annoyed at her cause she let go of his hand and kneel down as to tie her shoelace but Danny could see that her hands were shaking a lot and she didn't seem to move at all, he kneel next to her and she whispered something he didn't understood, his frown got even deeper as he asked "-What?-" she moved her lips again and gazed somewhere behind Danny looking very frighten, he moved forward a little and asked softly to Rachel "-What's wrong?-" she said in a slightly louder tone but still barely audible "-The mob man-" and she gazed behind Danny again rising her eyebrows.

The second it took for the phrase to reach Danny's brain was one too many and as he tried to reach for his gun, he heard the first shot and threw himself at Rachel pushing her to the ground as a shower of bullets were shot over the both of them, the only thing she heard was his hoarse voice saying "-Fuck!-".

Authors note: Le gasp! Cliffhanger! Yes I'm mean so there. I'll try to update as soon as I can because yes I have most of the chapter written but still need a few corrections so BE PATIENT. No I'm not asking for reviews, never have, never will, I know you're reading this so I'll keep writing. Also I'm working in a surprise for you I'm planning on publishing it in a chapter or two.

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