Yay, Chapter Ten's finally here! This is the last chapter for Captured, and I hope you enjoy it. It was pretty difficult to write, seeing as there's not really alot going on in it, but hopefully it won't bore you all to death :)

Reviews on the overall story would be very appreciated, seeing as this is my first fanfic, and any feedback is extremely helpful :)

Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, but especially Victoria2424, it was such a lovely review to read and you really made my day :)

Enjoy!

The next morning, Rob helped me out to the truck, whilst I limped along with the stupid cast on my leg. I was so glad to be going home. And it finally felt like that to me - not Rob's house, but our home.

Rob couldn't keep his hands off me. And not in a romantic 'Thank God you're not dead; let me smother you with kisses' type of way either. No, Rob couldn't keep his hands off me, because he was so damn scared watching me limping and stumbling around the place, that he seemed to think it was his own personal duty to stop me from falling over.

Now, not that I'm not grateful for his physical touch or anything – I mean, who wouldn't want that? -, but it was slightly irritating to not even be trusted to walk for myself. It's not like I'm disabled or anything.

I just really don't like being treated like some delicate, dainty creature. I'm strong enough to do things for myself, and so, naturally, I argued and complained when Rob tried to help. He ignored me casually, quoting back the words the doctor had said, recommending that I took it easy, in order to recover.

He wouldn't even let me go to college for the first week. Which, you know, at first, I thought wasn't so bad – relaxing in bed and all- but let me tell you, doing nothing but lounging around at home for a week, starts to become very boring.

The first few days were alright, because Rob stayed home with me. He would lay in bed with me all morning , whilst we talked and laughed, before getting up and bringing me some breakfast, seeing as he didn't think I was capable of making it downstairs without falling and injuring myself.

But having him look after me made me think about how lucky I was to have him. He was constantly checking I felt okay, bringing me magazines when I got bored, and food when I got hungry. I had never felt so cared for.

Unfortunately though, after three days of having Rob look after me, he had to go back to work. And although I was grateful for the chance to be trusted to walk on my own again, I missed his company – with nothing to do all day, my mind often wondered to Rob, and each second moved at an achingly slow beat as I waited for him to come home.

So, you can probably understand why I was practically jumping with joy, when after a week of being stuck at home, Rob said that he thought I had recovered enough to be able to go back to college. I had been starting to think that if I didn't find something to occupy me, I might lose my mind.

Of course, on my first day back at college, I was starting to think that maybe staying at home wasn't such a bad idea. Because, everyone – and I mean everyone – crowded round me, murmuring questions, their eyes bugging with curiosity.

I mean, I should have expected it. Of course they must have known what had happened. News travels fast in this town. But I guess it just hadn't occurred to me.

I had politely answered their questions as I found my way to my first class, and took my usual seat next to Zach.

The crowd had disappeared – all making their way to their own classes – and after greeting me with a warm smile, Zach leaned over and began his own questioning.

It was mostly a repeat of the same things I had heard a dozen times on my way to class. Where did they take you? What did they do? And, stupidly, So, did it hurt? Being shot, I mean?

"No, of course not. Why would you think a thing like that?" I had replied sarcastically. He had just laughed, and leaned back into his own seat, after telling me that he was glad that I was okay.

After my first couple of days back at college, things seemed to calm down a bit. I had picked up a few new friends, but most people seemed to just go back to ignoring me – and hey, I had no problem with that. In fact, I preferred it. I never liked being the centre of attention.

Even though it was nice to be back at college again, I couldn't contain my happiness whenever I got home to Rob. It was hard being away from him, even if only for a few hours.

Rob's mom called regularly to talk with me, and check I was okay. I was happy to talk to her – I liked Mrs Wilkins a lot – and seeing as she would soon be my mother-in-law, I tried to be as polite as I could.

"Is Rob looking after you well enough?" she asked down the phone, and I could tell from her voice that she was smiling.

"Yes," I laughed back, "He's been amazing. I don't know what I'd do without him."

Rob, who had been standing, pretending to be extremely interested in something outside of the window –obviously eavesdropping – smiled when I said this, and came up behind me to wrap his arms around my waist.

"Well, that's good," she continued, "Oh, and I almost forgot! Gary and I have arranged for a flight back down to Indiana for a while, to come see you both! Oh, it'll be wonderful. I haven't seen you in such a long time."

I smiled. "Really? That sounds great."

"Yes, it'll be nice," she said enthusiastically, "Oh, I have to go now, but tell Rob for me, will you?"

"Sure thing," I said friendlily.

"Thank you Jess. See you soon!"

"Bye, nice talking to you."

I put the phone down, and twisted around in Rob's arms, gently wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Guess what?" I smiled up at him.

"What?"

"Your mom said she's coming down here to see us both."

"Oh, really?" he asked nonchalantly, but I could see the happiness of this fact spring into his eyes. Rob and his mom were really close for a mother and son, and even though he didn't show it, I could tell Rob had missed her a lot. "That's cool. It's been a while since I've seen her."

A second passed, and he smiled back down at me, and I reached up until my face was just centimetres from his, our noses gently bumping together.

"You know something?" I breathed, planting a quick, light kiss on his lips, before pulling away to stare into his pale blue eyes. I could already feel my heartbeat start to accelerate. "I love you."

He smiled briefly, before leaning in again, until his lips hovered just millimetres above mine. I could feel his warm breath on my lips, and it was almost painfully hard to stop myself from leaning in and closing the gap. He stared into my eyes, then down towards our lips, then up to my eyes again. His dark eyelashes rimmed the outside of his eyelids, contrasting beautifully with the light blue iris of his eyes. I could see them shimmer and sparkle in the light of the room, causing my breath to catch in my throat.

He slowly leaned in closer and closer, until out lips were almost touching, and whispered, "I love you too," before closing the gap.

His lips moved slowly against mine, in light, gentle kisses, moving from my top lip, to the bottom, and then smack in the middle, causing my breathing to accelerate and become shallow.

As we kissed, we slowly stumbled backwards until my back – and my head, but hey, I wasn't about to complain - hit the cold wall, and he pressed his body up against me, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

Our kiss deepened, his lips pressing against mine with more force, and my hands worked their way up his back, feeling his hard muscles and shoulder blades through the thin fabric of his t-shirt, until they tangled themselves into his soft, silky hair. Seriously, it was as if I couldn't even control them.

He slowly slipped his tongue into my mouth, gently probing the tip of my tongue, before circling it with his. His hands rubbed the delicate skin just under the hem of my shirt, and my whole body tingled from his touch.

Our lips broke apart to choke down a lungful of air, and he bent his head down, pressing his lips to the hollow at the base of my neck . I tilted my head upwards, and closed my eyes, suppressing a moan as he kissed up and down my neck.

My hands moved down to his back again, and I grabbed a tight handful of his t-shirt, pulling him closer to me.

"Mmm," Rob mumbled against the delicate skin of my neck, "How about we take this upstairs?"

I smiled widely, opening my eyes and staring at the ceiling above me. "Sounds like a plan."

And with that, he hoisted me up into his arms, and – still kissing me – made his way up the stairs, and into our bedroom, where we stayed, undisturbed, until the early hours of the morning.

So, that's it :) I'd like to know what people thought of the story, so reviews would be extremely helpful. Also, do you think it's worth me doing any more? Like, a sequel or anything?

I'm also thinking of doing a few one-shots, to keep you all occupied whilst I think up a new story idea. And although I know a lot of people have done the 'missing scene' from Missing You, (just after Rob and Jess confirm their engagement and he sneaks into her room), I've been thinking I might give that a go as a one-shot. But I'm not sure. You guys tell me what you think is best :)

Thanks so much for reading! Emily, x