A week had passed. Gabby and John were settled into their new home. They were both getting ready for work. Gabby was in a bra and a pair of pants. John came into the room. He was in pants and an unbuttoned shirt. Gabby saw the inside of John's palm.

"Your bandage is wet." She said. "I'll change it for you before we leave." John smirked it her. "Honey no." "We both have to go to work." He kissed her. She laughed.

"Just real quick." "Please." They kissed. "I love you."

"I love you too." He picked her up and put her on the bed.

Afterward they both got dressed and went down to the kitchen.

"Alright." Gabby said. "Even though I'm late now I'll still be a good wife and rebandage your hand."

"Thank you baby." She went and got a bandage. John sat down. Gabby came back with the bandage and got a chair. She put it in front of John and sat down.

"Give me your hand." He did. She turned it over and took the bandage off. It was almost healed but you could still see the slice. "Boy you really got your hand stuck in there."

"Yeah." She got a closer look at the cut. She thought the pattern of the cut looked familiar. "What?"

"Nothing." She put the bandage on. "I've got go." They kissed. "I love you."

"I love you too."

As Gabby was driving to work she couldn't get out of her head how familiar the pattern of John's hand looked. As soon as she got to work she opened her desk and took out the Manhattan Slasher case file. She looked at the photos of all the victims. The cut pattern on their necks were identical to the cut on John's hand.

"Gabby are you ok?" Dolph asked.

"Yeah I'm fine." "There has to be another explanation." She thought. "I know John." "He'd never hurt anyone."

It was around 4:30 in the afternoon. Something in Gabby's gut was telling her to go home. All day long she tried to convince herself there had to be another explanation why the cuts looked identical. She lied to Stephanie and told her she wasn't feeling very well so that she could go home early.

When she got home she went straight to John's office. She took out her lock pick and started working on John's locked drawer.

"I just need to see." She thought. "I know there's nothing in there." After a few minutes she heard the drawer unlock. She opened it. She pulled out John's clothes, then the condoms, then the newspaper clippings. Gabby was starting to realize it. "No." She said out loud. She pulled out the pills. At the very bottom she pulled the knife and recognized the blade pattern. Her head was spinning she started to cry. "No." "No!" "Oh god." She said through her tears. "No please!" "Nooo please." "I'm married to the- She thought. "I'm carrying the child of the Manhattan Slasher." "No not my baby." "My baby can't be related to that psycho." "I had sex with him this morning." She heard the front door open. She took out her gun.

"Gabby what are you doing home so early?" John said. "Are you ok?" He came down the hall and into his office. He saw that Gabby had found his stuff.

"Freeze!" She pointed her gun at him. He put his hands up. "It's you isn't it?" "Isn't it?"

"Yes." "I'm the Manhattan Slasher."

"John Cena, your under arrested for murder." "You have the right to remain silent." "Anything you say can…She started to cry a little. ...can and will be used against you in a court of law." "You have the right an attorney." "If you cannot afford an attorney one will be provided for you." "Do you understand your rights?"

"Gabby I love you."

"Shut up!" "Don't say that."

"I do." "I can explain."

"Explain?!" "Explain how you killed ten women?! "Did you rape them to?"

"Yes."

"You're disgusting."

"I take full responsibility but it's not all my fault."

"Whose fault is it?"

"My mother's." "She was a bad person." "She was an alcoholic and a drug addict." "When she would get high and drunk she would beat me." "I'd beg her to stop but she wouldn't." "You know what her favorite thing to say to me was when I was little?" "Come to mommy you little prick." "She'd always tell me I was a worthless little bastard just like my father." "When she wasn't beating me or yelling at me she let her boyfriends molest me for drugs." "I was just a little boy and I was forced to do to unspeakable, unimaginable things with grown men." Gabby's expression softened a little bit. "I suffer from PTSD with psychotic features because of it." "I'm supposed to take those pills there." He said motioning to the floor. To help me." "I've been taking them lately."

"Why do you kill?"

"I guess it's my way of feeling like I'm in control." "Like I wasn't when I was a kid." "The last two times I really didn't want to because of you." "I don't wanna do that anymore Gabby." "That's the truth." He was slowly coming closer to her. "I want a life with you." "I love you so much and one of the reasons why is because you understand." "When you told me what your stepdad did to you I fell in love with at that moment." "I finally knew someone who understood some of the pain I went through." "Put the gun down." "I won't hurt you."

"What about me?"

"I knew you were working my case but you moving in next to me, that was a coincidence." "I know you don't believe me but I love you, that wasn't my original intention but I love you."

"What was your original intention?"

"To find out what you know." "You're the only person I've ever loved and the only person that's loved me."

"I am sorry for what happened to you John but that doesn't give you the right to kill innocent people."

"I know." "When I found out I was gonna be a father I was happy because I knew I could finally be normal." She put the gun down. He dropped to his knees in front on her and started to cry. "I screwed everything up." He said through his tears. "I don't wanna be like this." "I'm sorry." She started to cry a little to. She reached down and rubbed his head.

Should I add another chapter or end it there?