Heal Me
Sometimes, to fix the broken, you have to break the rules.
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Epilogue
Dear Matthew,
It's been awhile hasn't it? I'm not even going to begin to tell you how much I miss you because I'm sure you already know. You always had a way of knowing those things. I finally realised how astute you were, but it was too late by then wasn't it?
I know you've been watching Matthew; I can feel it in the wind sometimes. It reminds me of how you used to play with my hair and pull the elastic out. That used to annoy me so much do you remember? Of course you do. I wonder what you think of the Doyle debacle, you're probably sitting up there with a glass of red, shaking you're head and saying "Emily you fool". I guess I saw a little of Declan in you. The younger version of you, the one who loved mischief and fun. The one who helped me play pranks at my mother's functions and helped me sneak a bottle of vodka from the liquor cabinet when we were sixteen. It was stupid I guess but then I hadn't seen you in years and my heart was just aching to see you.
Then when Ian returned for me I was certain that I would be joining you up there. I had dreams of seeing you and for a moment there I considered taking the easy way out and doing the job for Ian. But I didn't, I chickened out at the last second. Was that you who made me do it? Did you not want me to join you? Well whatever the case I'm so very glad I didn't. You've clearly been watching so you already know my good news but I'll tell you anyway.
Oh Matthew, I wish you could be here today. It's beautiful; fluffy white clouds and a shining sun. The perfect day to begin the rest of my life. Today I will marry David Rossi and become Mrs. Emily Rossi. It's still a little surreal to me at the moment; I never imagined I'd get married at all! I thought I was doomed to a life of loneliness with one pathetic date after the other with only Sergio for company. Dave showed me that it was okay to move on. Not that I've forgotten you! I still miss you and think about you every day but now when I remember you and smile rather than cry. I wish you could have met Dave, I have a feeling that you two would have gotten along really well. Wait, you didn't have a hand in this did you? I swear when I met Dave that I would never have even considered marrying him, let alone date him.
Sometimes he drives me absolutely crazy. Like the fact that he refuses to eat peas, don't ask me why but he just hates them. Or the fact that he is immaculately neat. His office must not have an inch of dust in it. Also, he will not under any circumstances have the viewing of reality TV in the house. It's either the news or drama shows. No American Idol or anything like that. It's weird.
But then he does some really amazing things. Like making me breakfast every morning. Sometimes it's just toast but sometimes its pancakes with all the trimmings. Or when I'm having a tough day at work he'll bring coffee and a chocolate muffin. And, well you probably already know, he retired from the BAU! For me. He teaches at the Academy now, and loves every minute of it. When cases come in it's so hard to be away from him, especially on long cases or when it's extremely far away. But when I return home it is so worth it.
I guess I wrote to you today to say thank you. Because somehow I think you had a hand in this. I finally got my fairy-tale ending. Yes I know I never would admit out loud that I wanted one but I did get it and I love it. Wish me luck Matthew! One day I'll take Dave to your grave so he can meet you properly, after the honeymoon in Mali of course!
All my love,
Emily
"Emily?"
Emily looked up from the letter into the face of her father, dressed to the nines in his crisp black suit and satin blue tie. He smiled warmly at her and looked knowingly at the letter. She smiled sheepishly and slid the letter into an envelope, laying it in her overnight bag. She stood up, mindful of her long white gown that hugged her figure. The veil fell like a delicate spider web over her shoulders.
"It's time love" Michael said.
Emily nodded blindly. She took her father's hand. "Thanks Dad" she said, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"You look like an angel" he told her.
She blushed rosily. "Thank you Daddy"
"Are you ready?"
Emily thought about Dave, waiting at the altar, wearing a suit and tie with that winning smile on his lips. She grinned unashamedly and faced her father squarely.
"Of course. Today is the first day of the rest of my life"
End.
Well it's finished! That took longer than I anticipated but nonetheless I am happy with how this story ended. Hope you all enjoyed the story and thanks for the nomination into the Profiler's Choice Awards 2011. Though I didn't win it was an honour to be nominated.
So where to from here? I have a new story in the works which should be uploaded in a month or so. I don't believe this story needs a sequel but if you believe otherwise do let me know!
Have fun and I look forward to beginning a new story in a couple of months.
All my love,
Rusty
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