Last chapter!
I know it's short, but I just wanted a drabble to finish everything off.
This chapter is dedicated to the many people who reviewed on this fic, but mostly Courtney (night-star-93), who has stuck by me since I started writing fics, and I wouldn't have got this far without her. Much love to her!
Big love and thanks to:
-CSI-Ballistics
-Sango A.R
-JustMeForNow
-night-star-93(again)
-Delko'sGirl88
-Yoda11
-daxy
-horatios1fan
-spongedork789
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It was Monday. Sarah both longed for and dreaded Mondays, and loved and hated them. Monday was when Tim's letters came. It had been a couple of months since his death, and every week without fail, came a letter. At first she'd been angry at him, he could keep his damn bike spotless, but his gun wasn't worth bothering with. But then she'd accepted his death as a tragic accident and started to move on.
The letterbox clacked and she grabbed the letter, tearing it open, reading it hungrily, drinking in the memories.
And he always finished it 'P.S, I love you.'
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Thanks to everyone who's stayed with it, especially when I was going through a song crisis and couldn't find a song for H. Please keep watch for my next Miami fic, called Destiny. Speed-centric again, I'm trying something different.
Also, remember to vote on my poll, it will be closing on the 1st of December.
Rachel