Mort arrived back home at around 8pm and found Sarah in bed, she was crawled in under the covers and laid on side next to her.

"It's all taken care of." He whispered softly and planted a kiss on her cheek.

Sarah moved his hips a little bit and continued to sleep.

Mort ran his hand down her stomach and brushed his fingers under her shirt right by her navel.

She was still dressed in her clothes from that day. "Sarah..." Mort whispered and leaned his lips next to hers.

"Baby?" She laid there and slept soundly.

Mort planted his lips on hers and kissed her gently, his tongue licking her lips.

Sarah groaned and opened her eyes slowly, her hands finding the back of Mort's head. She jumped a little and realized who it was and calmed down.

"Hey babe, how did your meeting go?" She asked as she looked up at him. Mort shrugged.

"It was alright but are you okay?" Sarah sighed loudly and went to sit up but he stopped her.

"I'm alive." She replied and looked into his brown eyes.

Something was wrong.

"Mort are you okay?" She asked, noticing that his eyes looked far away.

He nodded. "I'm fine, why?"

"I don't know, you just don't look like yourself." She pointed out and ran her hands through his looked down at her realizing that he couldn't hide anything from her.

"Maybe it's the hair?" He laughed a bit and kissed her forehead and rolled off of her.

"Maybe..." She sat up and reached over to the night stand and grabbed her purse.

"What are you getting?" He asked as he watched her.

She shoot him a look and cracked a guilty smirk. "I slipped Mort and I'm going to go have another slip."

She pulled out a pack of Camel Light cigarettes and a looked her with dissaproval and then held out his hand. "I'll join you."

"What? " She exclaimed and hesitated giving him one. "You don't smoke and never have... except your occational after sex cigarette."

Mort shrugged. "I could use one after the news, if they make you feel better, why not me try one." He said as she set a cigarette into the palm of his lit one up and handed him the lighter, just waiting for him to cough, but he never their smoke they laid back down next to each other and Mort shut off the light.

Sarah felt around for him and snuggled herself into his arms, her head resting on his chest.

"I missed you today." She said and traced her fingers along his arms.

He smiled to himself. "I missed you too."

"I wasn't worried about you and Amy, I trusted you Mort." She told him.

"As you should, there's nothing between us anymore." He insisted and he was right, there was nothing to worry about mostly because she was gone.

"I know it. If you say so, I know it." She said and scooted her body up his to kiss his cheek but instead he grabbed hold of her face and kissed her hard, taking her breath away.

"Does that say anything more to you?" He asked referring to the nodded.

"It told me you want me." She laughed. "Not that you love me."

"Oops, wrong thought Mort " Mort laughed and kissed her again, this time more giggled a bit once they pulled away, "That was better." She said and laid her head back down on his chest.

"And what if I do want you?" He asked and ran his fingers through her giggled again.

"Somehow, I knew that was coming."

"Well, fine then." He pulled away from her rolled onto his side, his back facing her.

"Mort..." She laid closer to him and brushed her hand against his cheek.

"You don't want me, so go to sleep." He teased and shut his eyes decided to play along.

"Baby..." She took her hand and rubbed his neck.

"What?"

"I do want you." She whispered into his ear shrugged.

"What if I don't want you anymore?"

Sarah sighed and placed her hand on his chest, her body pressing hard against his back.

"I'll just have to fix that won't I?" Her hand traveled down his chest to his hip and then dipped lower until she was between his legs.

She grabbed hold him and rubbed him softly. Mort tried not to moan and rolled onto his back giving her a better access. Sarah continued to rub him and kissed his neck gently. Mort ran his fingers through her hair as she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them, along with his underwear, down and off. She tossed them onto the floor and ran her fingers up his thighs until she came to his shirt. She pulled it up over his head and tossed it next to his pants. She looked at his naked body in the moonlight and couldn't help but smile at how handsome everything about him was. As her eyes danced across his body she noticed how turned on he was and grabbed hold of him again.

"You do too want me." She whispered and kissed his lips, her tongue slipping into his mouth. They kissed sweetly and Mort moaned as she tightened her grip on his member. She could feel him growing harder by the second and she decided to take control. She kissed and licked down his toned chest, stopping to circle her tongue around his nipples.

Kissing down his abs she stroked her hand against him and smiled up at him devilishly. She moved her lips down his manhood and took his head into her warm mouth. Gently, she sucked on him, moving her hands up to his hips and taking more of him into her mouth. Mort threw his head back and groaned. He could feel himself begin to pulsate. Sarah could feel him too on the tip of her tongue. Mort sat up a little bit and grabbed hold of the back of her head, pulling her hair. She moaned against him and sucked harder and faster.

"Oh God " He grunted and thrust himself deeper into her mouth.

He laid back down and moaned again as she ran her hands down his thighs and scratched her nails against his skin. He was about to climax when she pulled away, leaving him hard and waiting. "Baby..." He pleaded and watched her climb up his body and to his lips. She kissed him hard, her tongue colliding with his.

"Mort, don't ever tell me you don't want me."

Mort smiled and brushed his fingers through her hair, trying not to show his pain.

"Damn baby, never again." He promised and kissed her forehead.

Sarah rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling.

Mort moaned again and looked over at her. "Sarah.... I need you." He said honestly and rolled on top of her.

"Hmmm... that changed quickly." She smirked and ran her fingers down his back, she could feel him hard between her kissed her neck and licked around her earlobe, playfully nipping at it, his hands worked themselves up her shirt and pulled it up over her head.

After she was undressed he kissed down her neck again and brought his right hand to her firm breasts. He rubbed them and played the tips of his fingers along her erect moaned lowly as his hand slipped between her legs and down to her clitoris. He rubbed her gently and ignored the longing that ran through his groin. His lips moved from her neck to her breasts and kissed them, his tongue felt hot against her. He placed one of her nipples between his teeth and looked up at her while his hand worked harder and faster against her sex. Sarah laid there and watched him pull back on her nipple and then let go of it and sexily grin at her in the moon light. Her back arched as she felt him slide a finger inside of her opening.

"Mort..." She moaned as he moved his lips lower down to her navel.

"Sh...." He kissed the top of her sex and then spread her legs open further and licked his tongue against her clitoris, his finger still sliding in and out of her.

"Oh my God " She screamed as he flicked his tongue faster against her and entered another finger easily inside of her warmth.

Mort smiled against her skin and felt her throb against his fingers so he pulled away and crawled up her body just as she had done to himShe breathed deep and reached down and grabbed a hold of her member as he kissed her.

"Oh, you want me now too huh?" He asked cutely and thrust against the palm of her hand. After a moment or two of kissing he drove inside of her hard and fast leaving her breathless. He wanted her, wanted to feel her wrapped against him. His hands reached up and took hold of her breasts as he thrust in and out of her.

"Mmm...Mort..." Sarah moaned as she felt him go harder.

Mort let go of her breasts and pulled her hips against his as he slammed in and out of her repeatedly. Sarah bit her lip starting to worry about how hard he was entering her.

"Mort-" She began out of breath, her voice chopped up by how hard he was going.

"Mort, slow down." She said and sat up a little and took hold of his shoulders.

Mort continued not listening to her and moaned aggressively. Sarah laid back down shocked and shut her eyes, not enjoying how rough he was being.

"Baby..." She began again and dug her nails into his back.

"That, that hurts." Mort stopped and look down at her and kissed her eyelids.

"I'm sorry. I got carried away."

Sarah looked away from him and sighed. "Just hurry up and finish this, I need to talk to you."

Mort pulled away from her quickly and rolled onto his back. "Yes?"

"What in the hell has gotten into you lately?" She asked seriously and turned on the light.

Mort looked at her and shrugged. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, we never talk anymore and you're always writing."

"Writing is my job Sarah, I have to write to keep food on the table, you know that." He answered and pulled the blanket up over his naked body.

"But you won't even tell me what you're writing about and usually I'm always the first one to read it or hear about it, you've been seeing Amy, you almost had sex with her, and now you come home and practically fuck me, that wasn't making love Mort, that was fucking and you don't fuck someone you love." She explained and sat up and looked at him with anger in her eyes.

Mort sighed. "I do love you, you know that, if you only knew half of what I do for you."

Sarah shook her head. "Whatever Mort. I'm just getting sick of this."

"Sick of us or sick of the way I am acting?" He asked.

Sarah shrugged. "I'm just sick of everything. Good night Mort, I'm going to sleep, we'll talk about this in the morning."

~*~

Sarah woke up to Mort writing again, a bag a Doritos in hand and she walked right passed him not bothering to say a word. She headed into the kitchen and made herself a glass of water. Standing by the window she looked out at the falling snow. She thought about the night before and how strange Mort had treated her. Letting her eyes focus on a single snow flake, she set down her water and rubbed her hands against her stomach. She thought about the bay and watched the snow flake fall to the ground. She didn't want to be in the position she was in and she could feel the depression set inside her then the phone ran interrupting her thoughts.

"Hello?"

"Hi, may I please speak with Morton Rainey?" A man on the other end insisted.

"May I ask who is calling?"

"This is sheriff O'connell from New York, it's urgent that we speak to him Miss."

"Of course, one moment please." Sarah set the phone down wondering what the call was about and ran upstairs to find Mort.

"Mort," She began and waved her hand in front of the computer screen to get his utmost attention.

"What?" He snapped out of his daze and looked up at her.

She noticed he had a slinky in his hand, something that he always played with whenever he had writers block.

"There's someone on the phone for you, hurry up, it's important."

Mort stood up and tossed the slinky down on the desk.

"Who is it?" He asked as they headed down the stairs.

"The New York police." She replied and handed him the phone.

"Hello?"

"Morton Rainey?"

"That's me..." Mort answered and looked at Sarah who had a worried expression on her face.

"Hello, Mr. Rainey, this is Sheriff O'Connell, I'm calling on behalf of your ex wife Amy,"

"Is she alright?" Mort asked quickly.

"I'm afraid not Mr. Rainey, this morning we got a phone call from the neighbor who reported that they found her in her bed... well, she's, she's dead Mr. Rainey."

Mort almost dropped the phone.

"Excuse me?"

"She died last night of what appears to be an over-dose the lab work hasn't come back yet but we're ruling the cause of death as a suicidal attempt. I'm very sorry to break the news to you."

Mort stood there for a moment and gathered his words. "Oh my God, I can't believe this."

"Mr. Rainey, the neighbor also said that they saw your truck over at Amy's house at some point yesterday, we were wondering if you could come by to our office and answer a few questions. We're not really considering anyone as a suspect, we just want to know about before the incident."

Mort nodded. "Of couse, of course, I'll be there right away."

"Thank you Mr. Rainey, I'll put the word in at the front desk just ask to speak to me, Sheriff O'Connell."

Mort agreed and hung up the phone, his hand shaking.

Sarah looked over at him and watched him stare off in space just standing there pale and shaking.

"Mort, what's wrong? What did they say?" She asked and placed a hand on his snapped out of it and looked down at her.

"Sarah, Amy's... she's dead."

Sarah's jaw dropped and she embraced him quickly.

Mort rested his head on her shoulder and began to sob quietly.

Sarah's hand rubbed down his back and told him that it would okay. But it wouldn't... he just realized something... he was the one who killed her.