A/N: Last chapter. Hope ya'll have enjoyed it as much as I have! I have a new fic coming called "Bohemian Secrets." Don't miss it!

Roger lay in his hospital bed, watching the local news report that said an apartment building had exploded in Lower Manhattan, killing several people. He was surrounded by his friends, and in utter shock. His home was gone, his girlfriend had cheated, and Tony was dying. Not the greatest night of his life.

Mimi and Mark walked in slowly. Mark sat down in a nearby chair and Mimi knelt down next to Roger.

"Roger," she began, "I am so, so, sorry. Please forgive me?"

Roger looked at her with disappointment. "Mimi, I can't! I can't even look at you right now!" Mimi tried to speak, but Roger wasn't finished. "And with Mark! Why Mark? Anyone but Mark would have been better!"

She began to cry. "There must be something I can do--"

"No, there isn't. I wish there was."

The mob boss ran in, gun in hand. "So, here we are." He looked around at the stunned looks on their faces. He pointed the gun at Roger. "It is time to finish what was started."

Everyone couldn't believe their fate. They were going to be gunned down in a hospital.
The Don focused his gun towards Roger's bewildered face. "God help all of your souls."

Mimi leapt up and took the bullet in her chest. She landed with a thump across Roger's lap. Mark tackled the boss and sent him flying to the ground. He picked up the gun and pointed it in his face. "Don't move," he said.

Everyone crowded around Mimi. "Doctor!" shouted Collins.

A nurse ran in, took a look at the scene, and ran out to get the doctor. He ran in and looked at Mimi, "What happened to her?"

"She took the bullet," said Roger, exasperated. He cradled Mimi in his arms. "She saved my life…."

The doctor checked her vitals. She was stirring, but weakly. After he examined the entry wound, he took a step back. "It looks like it punctured her left lung. I don't think she has long." He began to walk out.

"Where the fuck are you going?" asked Maureen, standing up.

He stopped and looked at her. "To get one of our patrolmen to arrest this man," he said, pointing to the boss. Everyone stared at him and he sighed. "I'm really sorry, but there's nothing I can do for her. I want to give you a moment alone."

He beckoned to a uniformed official. Mark released the man, and the officer hauled him away.

Roger held Mimi close. She whispered hoarsely, "Roger… I'm sorry."

He shook his head, and his eyes filled with tears. "Don't be," he whispered back. "Mimi, I love you."

She continued to speak. "I should tell you, Mark, he wasn't anything." She looked at Mark. "Sorry." Everyone smiled.

Roger nodded. "I know. But that's over now. I still love you. Mimi, don't go."

She had begun to close her eyes. She was fading fast. "Roger, I… love you." She gave one last breath, and died.

Roger stared at her broken body for a moment, then moaned Mimi's name in such a loud tone it must have woken the coma victims.

Everyone stood in quiet. They were sniffling, and watching as Roger wept into Mimi's neck. His forehead rested at the right side of her chin.

He didn't feel it at first, it was so faint. But then, slowly, her pulse came back. He lifted his head and watched as her eyes, her gorgeous eyes, flickered and then opened.

"Mimi," he said. She struggled to sit up, but the bullet was still in. Joanne yelled for a doctor, and the same one came running.

"Mimi, you made it," said Roger, and he kissed her. Mimi smiled. The doctor loaded her onto a gurney, and wheeled her off to surgery.

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An hour after Mimi went into surgery, she came back out, good as new. The nurse brought her back to Roger's room, and the group celebrated with hugs and kisses.

Once everything had quieted down, Joanne spoke up, "I am so sorry you guys. I got us into this."

Everyone shook their heads. Roger put his hand on her shoulder. "You saved my life, Joanne, and I am still grateful." She smiled and hugged him.

Mark finally said what he'd been thinking all night. "Guys, it's not safe in New York anymore. These guys are going to want revenge, with us sending their boss to jail."

Mimi nodded. "Besides, we don't have an apartment. We need some place to go." She sighed. "As much as I love this city, I really don't want to get shot again."

After a few minutes of discussion, everyone finally agreed that they needed to go somewhere far, far away. It wouldn't be easy, but it had to be done.

"So, where to?" asked Tony. "Even if I'm not gonna be around much longer, I want to go with you guys. It'll be fun."

They thought for awhile. They struggled to think of a place where they could go and just start over. Get a new place, new jobs, meet new people. Maybe open up a nice restaurant, even. Everyone looked at each other and smiled widely.

"Santa Fe," said Collins, nodding. He put his arm around Tony.

"Santa Fe," they said in unison. There seemed like no place more perfect then there. It was the perfect city.

They broke the silence and began planning the trip. There would be time for fantasizing later. When to leave, what to bring, which airline to use, these were the issues at hand.

It was one of their last days in New York City, and there was no other way they would rather spend it. Together. Sunlight poured in through the windows and footsteps from the hall were heard as nurses began their morning rounds.

Another day in the lives of the Bohemians had begun.

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