I argued with myself if I should post it today or not. But well, I finished it today so I thought I shouldn't hold it back since I don't have time to post it tomorrow. But you might not wanna read it before Grey's tonight because I have to warn you that the ending is very dramatic. So read at your own risk! Enjoy!

Chapter 6

She missed him. She missed him terribly and she had no clue why it was so different now. Before he came to see her, she hadn't seen him for six weeks and had never felt this way. Maybe it was because his leather jacket was a constant reminder. Even after one week it still smelled like him and every day she told herself that she would not go over there and take it in her hands to bury her nose in it. But she failed each and every day.

If she was honest she secretly hoped to see him again because he wanted to get his jacket back. But he hadn't shown up. Maybe she should just send it back to him. But she couldn't. She felt like a drug addict. Needing a fix every night.

Lexie slumped down on the couch, her gaze fixated on the jacket. Something had to change. She couldn't go on like this. She never was a woman who pined after a man. Either she got him or not. But she'd never been truly in love before. Being in love changed everything and even though she tried very hard to unlove him she didn't succeed.

He was on her mind 24/7. Invading her dreams. Dreams that left her completely rattled. Either she dreamed about him taunting her, telling her how good they would be together or her dreams were so erotic that her whole body ached for him when she woke up.

But the dreams weren't the worst. The worst was her vivid imagination when she was awake. Over the last week she'd thought she'd spotted him on the street several times and each and every time her heart had skipped a beat until she'd realized that it wasn't Mark.

She seemed to smell his scent everywhere. Apparently each and every man in Washington was wearing the exact same cologne, assaulting her nose every time she went outside. It was driving her crazy. It had to stop. She needed to find a way to forget about him.

~M&L~

"Okay. That's it." Scott smashed his stapler on his desk, making Lexie jump at the sound.

"Excuse me?"

Scott shoved his chair back and stood up, stomping towards her. When he reached her desk he grabbed her phone and threw it on the table so that it slithered over the surface almost dropping over the edge before Lexie could stop it with her hand. "Call him."

"Call who?" Lexie asked irritated.

"You damn well know who you should call. It's enough." Scott leaned forward, putting his fists on her desk. "You are going out with him and you are going to have incredible sex."

"I'm not gonna call him." Lexie replied, holding his gaze. She would not call him after she'd just decided to forget about him.

Scott inhaled deeply to hold his temper under control. He barely lost his temper and he would never hit a woman but maybe he should slap her on the head to knock some sense into her.

"Okay. Let me get this straight." Scott narrowed his eyes and Lexie saw how his gaze flickered towards the leather jacket that was lying on the counter behind her. She had thought no one would notice but Scott apparently did. Folding her arms in front of her chest she leaned back in her chair.

"It doesn't smell anymore, does it?" Scott asked, raising one eye brow in question.

"Huh?" Lexie could only stare at him, unable to understand what he was asking her about.

"The jacket." Scott replied, satisfied when he saw her flinch. "You can't smell him anymore."

"God damn it, Scott." Lex snapped forward, putting her hands directly beside his, leaning forward so that their faces were dangerously close. "How the hell do you know such things? Are you sure you're not gay?"

"I'm just observant. Comes with the job, I guess." Scott shrugged his shoulders before he returned to the subject. "So I'm right. How about you actually meet him in person instead of wearing his jacket because you miss him?"

"You are a pain in the ass, Scott." Lexie muttered, slumping back on the chair.

"I know." Scott lowered his voice, continuing sympathetically. "You are in love with him."

"I can't be in love with him." Lexie said harshly, not even making an attempt to deny it. "I shouldn't be in love with him."

"But you are." Scott stated firmly.

"Yeah, I am." Lexie whispered, covering her face with her hands.

"So tell me, did your feelings for him change since you've seen him a week ago?"

"No, but ..."

"Do you think it will make any difference if you don't see him again?"

"I sure hope so." Lexie snapped before she continued much calmer. "Time heals every wound."

"So you are seeing the love to him as a wound that needs to be healed?" Scott asked incredulously. "You know, wounds heal but they still leave scars."

"I ... no ... I don't think ... Fuck!" Lexie leaned forward and knocked her head against the desk repeatedly, cursing frustrated under her breath.

Scott waited patiently until she looked up at him again, his eyes boring into hers, demanding from her to give him an answer.

"You don't have by any chance a time machine?" Lexie asked him with a slightly shaking voice.

"Lexie, you need to jump. You can't expect the love to just go away. You don't want to look back on your life one day and wonder what could have happened if you had let him in. No more hiding. You want him, you get him." Scott pushed the phone towards her again. "Call him! Now!"

"Fine. I'll call him tonight."

"No." Scott said determined. "Now!"

"Like I said, pain in the ass." But Lexie started to scroll through her phone list, searching for Mark's number but before she could dial Monroe rushed into the bull pen, shouting. "Grey, Burns, we have a lead. Gear up!"

~M&L~

Not being allowed to go in the field was driving him crazy. He felt fit for field duty, he wanted to get back out there. But he was still waiting for the okay from the doctors. So the only thing he could do to get rid of the pent-up energy inside of him was exhausting himself. So he jogged every day until his legs and lungs were burning, followed by some weight lifting in his fitness room.

But it didn't help. He still felt restless, not to mention that he couldn't get her out of his head. He had never chased after a woman, he never needed to and he should probably just let her go. After all she was talking about falling in love with him. He didn't need such a complication in his life. Then why the hell couldn't he stop thinking about her?

He'd never pegged himself as being husband material but being fake married to Lexie for five weeks had changed his opinion on that. He'd enjoyed it. Immensely. Not once in his life had he lived with a woman in the same apartment. He'd always insisted on two apartments. But the two serious relationships he'd had never lasted long enough to reach the point where it would have been necessary to change the arrangements. He never was in love before, never wanted to get married.

He'd always pitied those men who got burned by a woman. It had never happened to him. No woman ever mattered. But strangely and without him really noticing it Lexie did matter. Not seeing her, not hearing from her for over six weeks, had made him uneasy and he'd missed her. He still missed her.

He should have probably told her that he wanted more than sex. But wanting more actually scared the crap out of him, so he let her believe that he was just looking for a hot affair. But if he would have wanted only sex he wouldn't have gone after her. He could have sex by only walking into a bar.

No, he wanted her. Only her. But now his pride was standing in his way. He wouldn't be the one who made contact with her again. This time she had to come to him. But damn it, she had his favorite jacket.

Frustrated he let the weight drop to the floor, swiping away the sweat from his face. "God damn it, woman. You're not going to get the better of me." Looking in the mirror, he saw the frustration written all over his face. "I need a time-out."

And there was only one way to clear his head completely of her. At least for an hour. It had been a while since the last time he had been at the training course. It wouldn't hurt to practice his shooting skills a little bit.

When he arrived at the course Paul took just one look at him and reached for the gear, shoving it into his arms. "You are lucky. The course is free. You have an hour."

He had been right. It helped. When he took off the helmet after shooting the hell out of the course for one hour, the better part of his frustration was gone. But it didn't mean that he didn't still miss her. He had to do something about it soon. Before he needed to see the FBI shrink because a woman was driving him insane. More than one agent would have a field day if they would ever find out that Mark Sloan had been rejected by a woman.

~M&L~

Lexie had always asked herself why the best leads always ended in some industrial area with abandoned warehouses. It felt as if they'd just jumped into a movie. But nonetheless the adrenaline was cursing through her veins as Scott and she walked along the wall of a building, their guns ready in their hands.

Scott signaled her to stay behind him while he rounded the corner and Lexie stepped out of the shadow of the house with her back towards him to canvass the area behind them. It was eerily quiet. The only sound was the grit scrunching under their feet.

Something felt wrong. It was too quiet. Lexie had the sick feeling that they were walking into a trap. Narrowing her eyes she searched the perimeters, hoping to see any movement but not even a bird was flying off a roof. "Do you see anything?"

"No. Nothing. It seems as if ..." But Scott couldn't finish the sentence as the sound of three bullets, fired rapidly in a row, pierced the air.

Lexie swiveled around, seeing Scott falling to the ground and she jumped behind a dumpster, her eyes frantically searching for the shooter but she didn't see anyone. Scott was moaning a few feet away and Lexie took a last look around before she crawled over to him, ripping his jacket open, expecting to see the bullets lodged into his bullet proof vest. All color drained out of her face as she saw only the holes the bullets had left. The shooter had used 'cop killers'. The vest had been useless.

Her hands fumbled shakily with the zipper of his vest, losing important seconds before she was able to open it. Tears sprang to her eyes, as he saw the three entry wounds, realizing immediately how hopeless it was. But she still pressed her hands against his chest, trying to stop the blood.

Lexie looked down at him in horror, pictures of Mark lying in front of her flashing up in her brain. He'd just gotten shot seven weeks ago and now she was again trying to stop a body from bleeding to death. But her hands were already bright red, covered with his blood and she knew putting pressure on his wounds was pointless. It was too much blood. So much more blood than when Mark had been shot.

Lexie hadn't realized that she'd been saying Scott's name over and over again until his eyes fluttered open and his hand grabbed hers weakly.

"Lexie, ..." His breath became erratic and he gulped hard before he continued, his voice now barely audible. "Promise me, you'll call him."

"Scott, please!" Lexie pleaded. "Stay with me! Please!"

"I want you to be happy. Promise me, you'll give him a chance."

"Shh, Scott. Don't speak. You are going to be fine."

"I'm not ..." Scott closed his eyes for a few seconds and Lexie already thought he'd passed out but then he opened them again slowly. "I'm dying, Lexie."

"No, no you're not." Lexie shook her head vehemently.

"I am." Scott replied softly. "Just promise me you're gonna be okay."

"Scott, I ..." The tears were streaming down her face now and her eyes were glued to his, her fingers digging into the back of his hand. She didn't want to see the truth but she could already feel his fingers getting cold, could see it in his eyes that he was slipping away. "Scott, no!"

"You need to jump." Scott murmured.

"I will. I promise." Lexie whispered, leaning down to press a kiss on his forehead. "I will."

"I'll watch you from above."

Lexie could only stare at his face as his eyes went blank and his hand fell out of her grasp. She was kneeling on the ground, the blood of her partner soaking through her jeans and she couldn't move. She'd lost him. She'd just lost her partner.