The Last Bullet
Ok, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! This is the FINAL chapter! And, as promised, there is plenty of Kate/Megan stuff, some action, (literally and figuratively...you figure out how you want to take that) and, also as promised...I kill off somebody. :] Yayyy! (not really)
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything pertaining to Body of Proof. How unfortunate.
Megan paced her office back and forth, back and forth, trying to put her thumb on something pertaining to the case, but she just couldn't. Megan knew they had FINALLY caught the right killer, but she just could not put her finger on something, and she knew the case was NOT closed. Maybe it was a copycat killer? Or a partner…but how would we find him? Wouldn't he have been given away by now? These thoughts rang through her head louder than the liberty bell, and it wasn't until Dr. Kate Murphy stepped in with an open bottle of champagne and flutes.
"It's time to celebrate!" Kate said as she walked in, interrupting Megan's thoughts. She planted a quick, but wet kiss on Megan's lips, in order to make sure she could capture her attention. Megan quickly came back down to earth, when she felt the soft warmth of Kate's lips on hers, and when they parted, she asked Kate, "What was that for?"
"I got to get your head out of the clouds somehow." Kate replied, unbuttoning a single button on her blouse, just because she knew Megan would ogle her breasts and stay focused on them, rather than the case. "Let's have a toast." Kate then said, walking over to Megan's desk and setting the flutes down, and she began to pour some champagne into a glass for Megan, and one for herself. The two women talked for about an hour, about different stuff, gossip mostly, and then just as they were quite giddy and finishing off the bottle of champagne (it was only half full when Kate brought it in) Ethan came in, in something of a rush, asking if either of them had seen or heard from Bud.
They replied no, and went back on about their business. Thirty minutes later, the women decided to depart from work, sharing a cab back to Megan's apartment, and there they cooked dinner, and popped open a bottle of patron silver after having a large helping of cheesecake.
"You really did buy a bottle of tequila didn't you?" Kate said, as she placed her dessert plate and fork into the dishwasher. She closed the door and turned it on, then grabbed some shot glasses and headed into the living room with Megan. "Well, I may have won the bet, but you didn't seem like the type to pay up, so I went and I uh…I indulged myself."
The two women sat up, taking shot after shot, and soon enough, once Megan put on some 'mood music', Kate began a strip tease for Megan, who enjoyed every minute of it. Just as she was taking her bra off, Megan grabbed Kate's hand and led her to the bedroom, thinking, What the hell, I'm drunk, I want her, and we've hardly talked since the start of this…
Within minutes the two women were all over each other, clothes flying all over the room, arms and legs entangling, as Megan and Kate thoroughly enjoyed themselves.
Around 4 AM, Megan awoke to her ringtone, it was Peter calling. Just to belay her suspicions, she had asked him and Bud to do a stake out that night at a certain place she thought there might be another murder occurring.
"Megan, hi its Peter. I can't talk long. Me and Bud are here and we just saw suspects pull up. Congrats you were rig…" Suddenly there was a loud gunshot, and Peter hung up the phone, leaving Megan in a daze, and since she was still partially not sober, it took a minute to figure out what was going on. "Ahh, shit!" She finally said as she realized what happened, and went to wake up Kate. "Kate! Kate come on! We got to get up! Peter's got a suspect! Come on! I think they are going to take him so we can interrogate him."
Megan threw some clothes on and made two cups of instant coffee, thankful she still had some disposal cups, well at her disposal. When she came into the dining room, Kate was putting on her heels, her previously messed up make up was done up rather well, and she looked just as good as she had when they left the office the day before. The only thing that may have thrown somebody off was the wrinkles in her clothes, which were the ones she had taken off the night before during her strip tease.
Megan handed Kate a cup of coffee, and they headed out the door. The taxi cab made it to the station, and Kate paid the driver, as Megan pulled on her hand. They hurried up to the 3rd floor where the interrogation would take place, and were greeted by detective Baker, who looked at them with quite a curious look on her face. "What are you two doing here?" She asked, not sure what they were doing together, but wondered more why they were there in the first place that early in the morning. "Peter called", Megan said in a huff, "He was at a stake out with Bud and they were going to the get the suspect. I assumed they'd be bringing him back here."
"Oh dear, so you haven't heard?" Sam said to them, escorting them to the break room, and a seat. The two women sat down, and Sam started to tell them what was going on.
"Well it started out as a lowly stake-out, as Peter put it", She began. "Then, this morning, right about the time he called you Megan, your suspect had gone into a building with one of his cronies, and Bud went into the building after them first. Now mind you, these two had no back up, so if there had been a whole gang of guys there, they would have been SOL. Peter went in right after Bud when they heard the first gunshot, and they were able to catch your suspect and his buddy, and put them in the back of the car. On the way back to the station, they called me to get some cells and an interrogation room ready, but while I was on the phone with Peter, the car was hit. It was a hit and run of course, and there was a lot of shouting going on, and I only know that because Peter dropped his phone with me still on the line. I was able to trace their location, and the latest I have heard is that one of the suspects was badly injured, and the other was killed, but they are no longer any harm. When Peter realized I was still on the line, after he got his phone back, he told me they were taking Bud to the hospital, because he got shot in the chest. "
The three women sat there, taking everything in, when Megan began to speak up first. "Which hospital?" She looked at Sam, who just stuttered, trying to not give away the hospital. "Which hospital is Bud at Sam?" Kate tried to put a comforting hand on Megan's knee, which she grabbed and squeezed, because she was nervous, and scared. Sam looked at Kate, who seemed to be less distraught than Megan, and Sam told Kate the hospital.
They arrived at the hospital a little after 5 AM, and when they got there, Peter greeted them both. "Hey you two, I just got released. Just a few bumps and bruises on me, I may hurt a good bit in the morning, but poor Bud…" he trailed off and dropped his head at the last part of his statement.
"What Peter, what is it? What happened to Bud?" Megan asked, looking at Kate for a brief moment, fear definite in her eyes, and then looked at Peter once again.
"Bud, he…he didn't make it. He was DOA." Peter stammered his sentence, and suddenly tears filled up in Megan's eyes. She grabbed onto Kate and didn't let go, and Kate just let Megan cry into her shoulder. Peter stepped off to use the restroom, and Kate maneuvered herself and Megan so that they could go find a semi-comfortable place they both could sit. After a few more moments of crying, Megan sat up, wiped her eyes, and thanked Kate.
"I know you didn't really know him THAT well," Megan began to say, "but Bud was a great guy, and a good cop. He may have made some bad choices and what not, but he was a great man, and a good friend. We HAVE to catch these bastards Kate, we just have to." Anger suddenly started to build inside Megan, and she felt it beginning to run through her veins, when a soft hand planted on her hand, and an even softer pair of lips crashed onto to hers did she begin to melt.
Kate parted from Megan, and looked her in the eye, saying in the most gentle way she knew, "We have already got them. I have the BEST team in Rhode Island looking, and if need be, we will get the FBI on this. So don't worry Megan. We will find who did this to Bud. You hear me? Don't worry darling."
Then, Megan thought this: Why was this necessary? It wasn't. Everything from the spaghetti sauce mixed with the blood, to the horrid deaths these people went through by this serial killer, to the Last Bullet he used...actually wasted, since it wasn't necessary for him to kill Bud. But, Why? Why was all this Necessary?
I have recently changed the ending, so it shouldn't suck now. Reviews are the PROOF that my BODY needs so I can know you are reading this mess! :] thanks a million once again for everyone who has previously reviewed!