OOoooops... Haven't I promised to update sooner? I'M SORRY!

Haha, works on my latest story project had kept me busy for a while. But here it is: chapter 26! And as usual: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT! It really means a lot to me!

Okay... I hope this won't be confusing for you... I used Greek sentences later in that chapter... but I wrote the translation for that in square brackets so like "Greek sentence..." [Translation] I hope you'll get along with that and it's not confusing... if it is... I'm sorry, didn't know how to do it...

Dedicated to MARNIC. Thank you very much for your help with the Greek sentences in that chapter!

Chapter twenty eight: Kicking The Bad Guy's Ass

Half an hour later my phone buzzed to life again. I nearly jumped because I was a bit surprised by feeling the vibration in my pocket and hearing it ringing. I rubbed my eyes gently as I answered the cell phone.

"Bonasera." I said.

"Stell, we got him. He's brought to the precinct now and I am five minutes from the hospital. Will wait on front of it." Don said.

"I'll be there when you arrive. Bye."

"Bye."

I put my phone back into my pocket and looked at Mac who was awake now, too.

"Sorry. Did I wake you?" I asked him.

"Not you, but your cell phone." He croaked.

"Sorry. I gotta go. Can I leave you alone for a bit without having you scaring me to death again?"

"I scared you to death?"

"When you were out."

"I won't do that again, I promise." He smiled lightly.

"Good. Want some tea before I go?"

"No thanks. Think I'll just go back to sleep…"

"Okay. Just don't forget that you need it."

"I won't. Go and kick that ass' ass."

"Oh, trust me, he'd better not be left alone with me in the same room."

"Don't do something stupid?"

"Never. Gotta run, Mac. I'll be right back."

"Take your time, Stella. Go and have a shower get some rest, you've already spent enough time here…"

"Mac…"

"If you don't want to go to your apartment all alone, you gotta key to mine. Go there and make yourself at home, I don't mind."

"'Kay, but I'll be back later, okay?"

"When you took some time for yourself."

"Right. See you." I said and kissed his cheek before I left, heading for the main entrance to wait for Don.

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Flack stopped in front of the door to the interrogation room, blocking the way between me and the door. He looked at me with a serious, but also concerned expression.

"What?" I asked him a bit snippy. "Sorry…" I added as I saw his perplexed look.

"You going to behave?" he asked me in a serious tone.

"I won't touch him, Don."

"Good. Then let's go."

He opened the door and let me step inside first and then follows, closing the door behind him. I look at the man sitting in the chair, watching our, or to say it correctly, my every move. I was surprised that this man should be our killer. Looking at him, he seems like a normal and friendly neighbor. But he definitely was the guy that threatened me and cuffed me to my own bed. He had a scar above his right eye and he also had grey eyes. Speaking of his eyes… looking into them I could see the evil that he really was, although he looked nearly harmless. I knew he was the one who broke into my apartment and the one that killed 3 persons and shot Mac.

Mac…thinking of that, being reminded of that horrible moment again sent a shiver down my spine. I crossed my arms before my chest in misery as I sat down on the chair opposite of the man named Costas Patos.

"Detectives Bonasera…" he said. "Τι κάνει ο φίλος σου?" [How is your boyfriend?]

"Είναι ζωντανός. Και είναι το αφεντικό μου. Υπάρχει μια μικρή διαφορά." I answered. [He's alive. And he's my boss. There is a tiny little difference.]

"Ah. Δεν γνώριζα ότι οι υπάλληλοι μένουν με τα αφεντικά τους." [I didn't know that employees live with their boss.]

How the hell did he know that? I thought. He must have been watching us, there was no other way he could have known.

"Ζηλεύουμε?" I asked, stop thinking about what else he might know.

"Would be nice if you two would include me into your little chat." Flack piped up.

"Sorry, I asked him if he was jealous that I lived with my boss. But I think we three need to talk. I hope you like threesomes, Mr. Patos."

"I'm not in the mood right now."

"What a pity… but I think Detective Flack and I are in a chatty mood. What do you think, Don?" I quipped.

"Absolutely, I gotta tell ya a lot, Mr. Patos."

"Oh really? I'm all ears." Patos said provokingly.

"How about I start reading your criminal record to you? Would've a lot to listen to." Don said his voice getting a bit angry. I knew he was as pissed as I was.

"Really?" Patos asked sneeringly. "Didn't even know I had a criminal record."

"Oh you know you do. And we only know about it, because you made a stupid mistake." I said, now sneeringly myself.

"Wonder what mistake I made."

"You broke into my apartment, threatened me and cuffed me. Bad thing, I saw your face."

"Θα έπρεπε να είχα χρησιμοποιήσει την ευκαιρία μου μαζί σου. Θα είχε πλάκα." Patos said, a nasty smile on his face. [I should have used the chance to have my way with you… would have been fun.]

"Γιε της πουτάνας" I cursed. [Son of a bitch]

"Can we just get back to the topic and stop all that Greek stuff? I feel kinda left out here." Don piped up again.

"Yeah, sorry, Detective… why am I here, again?" Patos said.

"That I can tell ya: you killed three people, shot one police detective and broke into Detective Bonasera's apartment."

"And you can prove that?"

"You just did it yourself, Patos. Saying you should have used the chance to have your way with me wasn't very clever. And I saw your face." I tell him, now getting a bit more angry, too.

"And the murders… we're working on that."

The door to the interrogation room opened and Lindsay came in. She whispered something into my ear, left a few copies on the table and then left again. What she just told me caused a smile onto my face.

"What's your job, Mr. Patos?" I asked him.

"Gardener." He answered.

"Well, you're done. We can prove that you killed three people, broke into my apartment and we can also prove that you shot Detective Taylor. We found the murder weapons in your hiding spot, covered with only your prints. Your prints were also at the crime scene, and I guess, if we would analyze your shoes we would find the same fertilizer we found at the crime scene. The handwriting on the pictures and the threats you sent judge Lawson is a match to your handwriting."

"I want my lawyer, a pen and a piece of paper." Costas Patos said.

"Wanna tell us why you did it?" Flack wanted to know.

"Τι πιστεύετε?" Patos asked. [What do you think?]

"εκδίκηση. Revenge." I said. "Speak English if Detective Flack asks you something."

"You already said it. Now, do I get my lawyer, pen and paper?"

"Already giving up?"

"You got me, but don't worry, I'll get my revenge. You should be careful Detective Bonasera." Costas said in a threatening tone again.

"Εγώ δε φοβάμαι, αλλά εσύ θα έπρεπε." I said and left the room. [I'm not scared, but you should be.]

As I stepped into the corridor and went back into the office area I realized that it was finally over. As smile appeared on my face and a happy feeling ran through my veins. Finally… Mac, it's over now… the bad ass brought to justice, now everything's fine again. I thought as sat on the edge of Don's desk, waiting for him to come back.

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