Sorry It's been so long, and I am even more sorry this is sooooo short !!! But I was really anxious to wrap it up. I'm beginning a sequel so look out for that !!!! There is a sneak peek at the end of this! I reallyyy hope you like it and please dont kill me since I didnt write a long chapter!! Especially since I've kept you sooooo long!!

If she heard, "I'm sorry for your loss," one more time she was sure she would have lost it. It was the worst day ever and all anyone could come up with was, "I'm sorry for your loss." She hated how everyone thought they knew what she was feeling, but really they had no clue to even a fraction of what she was feeling. And on top of it Speedle's mother was a complete and total bitch.

She had asked for the ring Tim bought Logan, and when Logan refused she threatened to take her to curt for it. Logan simply replied, "Timothy used his own money not yours." And then Mrs. Speedle had said she was going to file for full custody of Logan's baby. Horatio had dared her to, and she said she would take up his generous offer.

As the funeral ended, she began crying harder. It was really over for good now, really goodbye forever. Nothing she did could take back the horrible day that she lost her boyfriend.

And the only thought she had as she crawled into bed that night was, "I need to get away." And Speed agreed with her. He wanted her to leave. He didn't want her to run away, but he wanted her to run, and he didn't want her to look back.

He wanted her to be happy, and Miami wasn't able to make her happy anymore. She wanted their sun to be able to have a white Christmas, like they had. She wanted their baby to grow up and be able to become whoever, she didn't want it too feel like it was living in its father's shadow.

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"I'm moving as soon as this baby is born." Logan stated at work two weeks later. Eric, Calleigh, Horatio, Ryan, Frank, and Alexx were sat down all together. None of them spoke. They let Logan tell them what was going to happen.

"I've thought about it, and it's something that has to be done. It's how I need to move on. I need to move on, even if I can't or don't want to I have to. For this baby. I need to be happy, and Miami doesn't make me happy anymore."

"You call us everyday." Alexx said, a tear running down her face.

"Send us pictures." Eric said. "And make sure you teach her how to play softball."

"Her?" Logan laughed.

"It's gonna be a girl." Ryan spoke. "We know."

"No." Calleigh laughed. "I bet it will be a boy."

"We're flying out when you go into labor." Horatio said.

"Thanks guys." Logan smiled, wiping a tear from her eye. "I'm happy that you guys are letting me go."

"It's what you need to do." Frank said. "We don't blame you. Just know we'll all miss you. You are a wonderful person."

"Thank you Frank." Logan spoke. She hugged everyone. "I'm going to miss you all to."

"When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow morning." She explained.

"Good luck." Eric said, kissing her cheek. "Call me every day."

"Thank you. And you better visit me." She smiled.

They sat laughing and smiling for a few hours, as they had their last laughs together as a whole. And she said goodbye to the people she loved all over again.

And now the sneak peak!!

I'd never actually fallen in love. I didn't think it would be the way it was when I did though. I never thought I wouldn't realize I had love until it was already gone. Until it was too late, until he was murdered.

It all happened so fast I couldn't even tell you what I was thinking as it did. I remember one minute we were smiling and the next, we were shooting at the bad guys, fighting for our lives. It was a war. And you have to win every war in this job. Because if you lose, you die. If you make one false move, you take the biggest risk ever. You endanger yourself. If you forget to clean your gun, and the one day you don't you'll need it. He needed it, and it failed him.

He died in my arms on March 6th 2006. He came to me a few days later and told me everything would be all right, but I didn't think it would. Everything was falling apart. After I had Timothy Speedle's son I moved to New York City. I figured it would be a nice reset button. A nice way to start over, because everything in Miami reminded me of him.

When my son was born, I named him Timothy Dalton Speedle Jr. The most upsetting part was he looked just like his father. The same dark curly hair, same eyes, all the way down to the same crooked toes. I had moved away to get rid of the memories, but it seemed that with his son still with me, I could never get away.