A/N: Here's Part Two of Chapter 11. This is the finale to the whole thing and I hope you enjoy it. Again thank you for reading.

Chapter 11

Part Two – In Memoriam

Hoffman spent the day after the trial at home with Michelle. After Corbett left Michelle kept Hoffman company. Hoffman had no idea how empty the house would be after Corbett left. Michelle suggested he start to babysit the neighborhood kids but his recent confession threw that chance away. They also worked on Corbett's room. He knew it was unlikely she would visit but he wanted the room ready just in case. The most recent addition to the room was a dresser. A few days ago Michelle dragged Hoffman to the furniture store. She told him they were just looking but convinced him to buy the dresser.

"This turned out nice." Michelle said. "Corbett will like it."

"If she ever sees it." Hoffman added.

"She will. Corbett adores you. We both know she'll do anything to see you again."

"I thought that was a mental illness. Her uncle probably found out and put her on medication so she would care about me anymore." Hoffman looked around the dresser. He moved it around and heard a faint click. "What was that?"

Michelle pointed out of the room. "I think it was the door."

"Mark! Mark, Where are you?"

"That's Corbett." Hoffman said. He ran out to living room and saw Corbett looking out in the back yard. When Corbett saw Hoffman she ran and jumped into his arms.

Corbett kissed his cheek. "I missed you, Mark."

"I missed you too. I'm sorry I had to send you back to your uncle. I had a lot of work to do."

"Like what?"

Hoffman hesitated. "Your room. I was finishing it. I thought it should be a surprise."

Corbett squirmed out of Hoffman's arms and ran down the hall. "I'm going to look at it. My uncle is outside."

Hoffman expected him to come and was prepared for the ice cold demeanor of Anthony Constantine. In the months that passed it seemed like Anthony had aged by years. His hair and beard were flecked with grey. His face was marred with fatigue, wrinkles and bags under his eyes. He wasn't any nicer and in his gruff voice asked, "Where is she?"

"Corbett just came in a few seconds ago." Hoffman replied.

"She's going to say good bye and leave. Why would I let her stay with you anyways? She runs back here to stay with you and you just send her back after a few months. I guess you got tired of her." Anthony accused.

Hoffman tried to stay calm. "I had important things to do but I did give her a good home. Which begs the question if you didn't want her with me why did you send her back?"

"I didn't. She ran off when I wasn't looking. Now, let me tell you something. Parenting is more then looking after a kid. It's discipline. It took more than a few good hits to get her to drop that soda habit you taught her."

"You hit her?"

"That's discipline. It'll teach her right from wrong. I know what you're thinking right now but at least my methods of teaching don't include killing people."

Hoffman wanted to hit Anthony. He wanted to beat him senseless. The only thing that stopped him was Corbett in the other room. Instead he pulled out the handcuffs he carried in his pocket. "You're under arrest for child abuse and neglect." He slapped his handcuffs on Anthony's wrists.

Corbett came in afterwards lugging Michelle behind her. "What are you doing?"

Hoffman turned to Corbett. "Did your uncle ever hit you?"

"Yeah. Sometimes really hard. When I came back he didn't hug me he yelled at he and slapped me. He didn't let me drink soda either."

"Thank you." Hoffman pushed Anthony out of the door. "Stay there. Corbett, what your uncle did wasn't right so I have to take him to jail. I want you to stay with Michelle until I get back, ok?"

"Ok. Wait a minute." Hoffman started to leave but Corbett caught up with him. She hugged his leg. "I love you."

Hoffman knelt down and hugged her. "I love you, too."


The Matthews apartment was filled by Eric, Daniel and Rigg. It was only midday but the men found themselves busy for any other time. Eric had to attend mental therapy in the morning and psychical therapy in the afternoon. Daniel was visiting friends later. Rigg was going to help his wife with her work. It was also a favorable time because Amanda wasn't home although no one knew where exactly she went.

Eric raised his glass. "I propose a toast for my son, Daniel, the newest trainee for the LAPD."

Daniel and Rigg raised their glasses. "Just what we needed: another Matthews." Rigg teased.

"I won't get in trouble like dad." Daniel promised, "I'll be the good Matthews. You won't have to be worry about me."

Rigg shook his head. "You're right I won't be worrying about you or you." He pointed to Eric.

"Why's that?"

"I'm retiring." Rigg announced. The room went quiet. "I've thought about it and I can't be in the police force forever. I'll be able to live off the compensation and pension checks for a while. After that I have life savings. Then I'll take up work with Tracy. She's making good money."

Eric slammed his glass on the table. "No! You can't leave! We're supposed to retire together. I have at least five more years before I go."

"SWAT is more demanding then simple detective work. I've seen as much pain and tragedy as I can handle. I've risen to the highest rank I can go before being forced into desk work. My heart's not in it anymore."

Eric stood from the table. "So that's it? You're leaving me behind? Fine, we'll have another toast to your early retirement." Eric raised his glass then drank the rest of his wine.


The next day was the Official Memorial for the Jigsaw Killings. The entire day was put together to honor the victims and John himself. It started with a string of funerals for the victims whose bodies were recently found. With Amanda and Hoffman's assistance the police cleaned out the sewers, houses and factories were the bodies remained. Most were so decomposed the only way to identify them was by the clothes they were wearing. All the funerals were donations from the city including John's.

More people than expected showed at John's funeral. Primarily because they were already at the cemetery but the other people who arrived respected John for his engineering work, civilian work and even his Jigsaw work which got fugitives of the street. Jill was surprised but also nervous as she was to give the eulogy for John. Luckily she had Amanda who assisted her in the writing and the reading of the eulogy. Jill and Amanda both stepped up to the stand. Jill placed the speech on the pedestal and began reading.

"John was a great man with a great mind. Our marriage didn't last and we never had kids but he will always remain in my heart. As a husband John was protective and a hopeless romantic. As a friend he was kind and a shoulder to cry on. As a leader he was trustworthy and strong. I always felt safe around him. We were perfect together and I'll never forget that. John was an overconfident idealist. It was a double edged sword. Sometimes his ideas helped sometimes they hurt. His idea to create a safe living place for everyone lives on today helping underprivileged citizens. His most well known idea - to change the world's morals - also lives on today." Jill stepped to the side and Amanda took her place.

"I first met John in the hospital after his car accident. He said he heard about my overdose from an orderly and questioned why I did drugs. I couldn't explain it so he started to talk about his plan to make people realize the harm in their actions so they could live a better life. I left John not knowing how important he would be to me. In the two years I knew John he taught me his morals, his beliefs and his rules. I studied them constantly so I wouldn't anger him but I soon learned John was almost impossible to anger. We were like daughter and father. John went out of his way to protect me and to make sure I was happy. Even on his deathbed he tried to comfort me. His acceptance of death made me appreciate life more. I finally understood his message and I know that will make him proud." Amanda and Jill switched once more to finish.

"I didn't know John as the Jigsaw Killer but I did know him as a savior. He taught me what was right and wrong. He showed me to see things in another person's eyes. He taught me to cherish my life and made me promise to do the same. I can say now I will cherish my life as he cherished his."

The funeral ended shortly afterwards. As Jill and Amanda accepted condolences Eric left to another area of the graveyard. He looked through the graves until he found the one he was looking for. When Eric saw the grave he knelt down and moved his fingers along the name: Sergeant Allison Kerry. He placed a rose at the bottom of the stone and bowed his head. "Allison. I miss you. I know we didn't see eye to eye all the time but I did love you. You were so important to me. I risked everything so we could be together. I should've at least listened to you." Eric held back his tears by forcing a smile. "Our whole group's falling apart. Rigg's retiring. You're gone. I'm all alone now. I admit that's what I wanted for a while but now I need you guys. I need you to be here for me somehow."

A hand grabbed Eric's shoulder. Amanda was standing behind him. Eric wiped at his eyes, "What do you want?"

"Everyone's going." Amanda said

"Give me a second."

"Okay. Hey, if you need someone to talk to later. I'm here."

Eric nodded. He looked back at Kerry's gravestone. "She's your answer? Even in death you try to spite me. Thank you. I miss you."

The final event of the memorial service was the opening and dedication of the John Kramer Memorial Housing Project. The crowd was mainly the new inhabitants but some mourners came. After the initial service there was a somber party to celebrate the completion of the project. After moving through the field of investors Art and Jill found time to talk to each other. They sat down at a table far from the crowd.

Art went first. "I'm sorry about the trial I was being self-centered. This case was supposed to be the showpiece of my career. If it makes you feel better I didn't win."

"I know. I was there. John would have wanted me there." Jill said. "You would have had her. What happened?"

"Smith, but he's getting disbarred."

Jill shook her head. "Why didn't you stop Smith then make Amanda confess? I've seen your other cases. That's your trademark."

"I guess she got to me." Art explained. "When she was crying the stand about John, it reminded me about John's dream to have a legacy. I was acting as his friend and protected that. Clearly Mark was thinking the same thing. I wouldn't have gone that far."

"I think everyone at that trial saw that. Amanda doesn't talk like that. All that nonsense about leaving a fulfilling life was from John's mouth. She was the spokesperson that his methods work. We were hanging on to that."

Art agreed. "So are you coming home tonight?"

"Who else is making your dinner?"

Hoffman made it to the party but had to take Corbett because Michelle was watching another child. It was a refreshing sight to see Corbett running around hyped up on sugar again. Anthony was currently being held in the jail and was going to be charged back in Minnesota. Since Lilly wasn't around Hoffman was again Corbett's main caretaker. He didn't want her to go again and while she was running around he got an idea on how to keep her around. He managed to pull her back to him for a second. "Corbett, you like staying here right?"

"Yeah." She replied.

"What about your aunt and uncle's?"

"Aunt Lilly is alright but I don't like Uncle Anthony. Also I have no friends there and everyone keeps asking about my parents."

Hoffman lifted Corbett in his lap. "What would you if I adopted you? So you can stay here."

"You'd do that for me?"

"This is for us." Hoffman said. "It gets lonely here without you."

Corbett threw her arms around Hoffman's neck. "Of course I want to stay here with you. My friend's will be jealous because I'll have the best dad."

Hoffman's heart warmed and he hugged Corbett. "I love you."

"I love you too, daddy."

Eric and Amanda had settled at a table in the corner. They both watched the other people without getting involved. Eric tried to explain everything about Rigg and Daniel to Amanda. She was a good listener but otherwise had no idea how to respond to him. Instead of giving up Eric appreciated her listening and with her help decided to forgive Rigg for his cold sendoff. Later Amanda explained where she had been the past day. "I was looking for an apartment."

"Why?" Eric asked "I thought you were staying with me."

"That was only temporary. I have a job now. I can afford an apartment."

Eric was distraught. "Well, who's going to take care of me?"

"You're getting your brace off tomorrow you won't need me." Amanda said. "I know you were waiting for me to leave anyways."

"I just got used to you. Why are you moving out so soon?"

Amanda smiled. "I'm not moving out now. I'm just looking."

"Oh. Well, take your time." Eric looked around at the room. He saw Art and Jill, Hoffman and Corbett and several more victims. There were also the new inhabitants of the housing project. "Everyone here was brought together by Jigsaw. To think everyone hated him and wanted to for get about him. Now his legacy is going to live on anyway."

"As long everyone learned to live their lives right, I think John will be happy." Amanda then remembered her question for Eric. "What do you know about that lawyer Smith?"

Eric grinned. "He's a friend of mine. I paid him to make sure the case would get thrown out. I falsified the records."

"You did what?"

"I figured I get you out of this mess in the same way I got you into it." Eric confessed.

Amanda blushed. "That's very noble of you. Thankfully we met John or would have never have forgiven you for that." They argued for a few seconds but ended laughing.

The entire memorial ended well. The Veterans of Jigsaw were honored for their survival. Amanda was forgiven by most and seen as a victim by some. Eric was praised for his perseverance while captured. Jill and Art were thanked for continuing John's vision and providing for the unfortunate. With John's message spread all the Veterans could finally rest.