Sorry I've been derelict in responding to your wonderful reviews. I was going to take the time to do that first, but figured you guys would rather have a new chapter.

And I want to thank my friend and fellow fan fic writer, gorblimey, for her legal advice for this story. Any legal errors are simply me using dramatic license.

Chapter 14

Armed with the name of the prosecutor, Julia headed to the county courthouse to see him. But his secretary told her that he was in court, however, one of the assistant prosecutors was there. Julia was directed to her office.

The young woman listened sympathetically to Julia's story.

"So you see, he's going to keep his bargain and the deal he agreed to, but he just wants the weekend. Can we just do the bail for that long and he'll be back on Monday?" Julia asked.

The assistant prosecutor thought for a bit, then said, "Technically, we could do the bail, but it would be expensive, since he's considered a flight risk."

"I don't care…" Julia began, but she was interrupted.

"But here's what I think we should do: I can arrange for him to have a three day release to get his affairs in order before he goes to prison. He'll have to wear an ankle monitor, but it won't cost you anything and when he appears as scheduled on Monday, it will look good for him."

Julia nodded, excited. The prosecutor told her what they had to do, then brought her to the secretary to begin the paperwork.

Three hours later, signed and notarized papers in hand, Julia reappeared at the jail and handed them to the desk sergeant, then sat on the hard bench and waited. An hour and fifteen minutes later, House came walking out.

He looked at her incredulously. "How the hell did you manage this?"

"Never mind. Let's just get out of here."

They left the jail and hailed a taxi. House gave the driver his address and before long they were walking into his apartment.

Julia was taking a moment to look around his home, but House pulled her into his arms.

"We don't have much time and I'm not going to be getting any sex for the next year. At least, I hope I'm not. And if I do, it won't be the kind I want."

Her eyes started to tear at those words, but he shushed her. "No water works. We don't have time for that. I want you naked in my bed for the entire weekend, understand?"

She nodded and he led her into his bedroom where they both quickly undressed, but before he got into the bed, he stopped.

"I think I'm going to take a shower first. I smell like jail and you shouldn't have to…"

Her eyes started to tear again.

"Ah, geez," he said, "Not again. Just calm down and give me five minutes."

He hobbled to the bathroom and within seconds she heard the water running. A few minutes later, he emerged, a towel around his shoulder. She thought she'd never seen a more beautiful sight than a naked Greg House heading towards her.

He climbed into bed and pulled her into his arms. They kissed frantically at first, hands exploring each other's bodies, before they slowed down and began the exquisite process of making love to each other.

They spent the rest of that day in his bed, though he did get up to call for a pizza and threw a towel around his waist – at her insistence – to pay the delivery guy.

"I haven't had pizza since I left the States." She told him.

"Seriously?"

"Well, it's not exactly an island staple."

He laughed with her as they ate, then went back to bed.

As they lay holding each other in the dark later, he told her, "Julia, I really appreciate you doing this. Arranging for me to get out like this."

"Not a problem. You should have gotten a lawyer who would have arranged all of it for you. I called Wayne and found out what needed to be done."

"Oh, of course, Wayne."

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"He's hot for you."

"Wayne? You're crazy!"

"Yeah, probably I am. But one thing I'm not is blind. I saw the way he looked at you. And the way he looked at me once he knew you were sleeping with me."

"But he's just Wayne. I've known him since I got to the island, he's not…"

"Trust me."

She was silent thinking about it, then shrugged. "Doesn't really matter. I'm not interested in him. I'm with you."

"Yeah, but not after Monday."

"That won't make a difference."

"Julia, I'll be in prison."

"So? It won't change how I feel about you."

"It should. No, it has to."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want you sitting here pining for me while I'm in prison."

"I won't be pining. I'll visit you and—"

"No! You will not visit me."

"Why not?"

"I don't want you there. You don't belong around the scum in a prison. And that includes me."

"Greg…"

"No, Julia. If you come, I won't see you. I don't want you anywhere near there. I want you to go back to San P and forget about me."

"I could never forget about you."

"Well, if you have to remember me, do it in the warmth and safety of the island with your friends around you."

She tried to hold the tears, but a few drops slid down her face. He knew it too.

"No reason to cry." He told her. "The best thing for you is to not be around me. I destroy everything I touch. Get out while you're still in one piece."

She knew that he wouldn't change his mind about this and logically, she really didn't want to be in New Jersey without him. But she wasn't giving up either. She wasn't giving up on him.

"Fine, if you don't want me to visit you, I won't. And if you don't want to see me when you get out, I guess there won't be anything I could do about that either. But I intend to write to you. Once a week for the entire time you're in prison."

"Julia…"

"Look, I don't care what you do with the letters. Stuff your mattress with them, read them aloud to your cell mate and laugh over them, burn them for warmth, I don't care. But I am writing to you and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

"I won't read them."

"Didn't I just say that I don't care? I'm writing them anyway."

He shook his head. "You're a stubborn moron."

"Takes one to know one."

"Ooh, clever comeback."

"Not trying to be clever. Just want you to know that I care and I always will, no matter what you think or feel."

"You shouldn't. You need to stay as far away from me as you can."

"Too late for that."

There is one more chapter for this part. I am working on Part 2, but it isn't finished yet. And when they keep taking off the show, I lose my inspiration - grrrr! Anyway, be assured I will get part 2 out to you as soon as I can. Thanks again for your reviews!