Always And Forever

"Play it cool, alright?" AJ nodded to Dean the next day, standing outside the real estate's office with Ben, waiting around the corner as Dean got ready to go work his magic, "Don't lose you temper, just coax him around here." She said as Dean nodded.

"Alright, I got." Dean waved his hand, "Just stay here." He said, walking out from behind the wall and towards the offices where he stood outside, looking left and right for their guy. As soon as he saw the man, heading into the offices with his tools, he immediately stepped in front of him.

"Hey, man. What the fuck?" The man looked at Dean who looked back.

"You've to go in the back door. They don't open at the front this early." Dean said.

"Oh, and you work here?" The man chuckled, Derek, they had learned his name to be.

"No, but I'm doing some work outside in the back, they told me to come in that way, and I thought I'd grab you before you piss them off any more." Dean said, "You're welcome." He whispered as Derek just shook his head.

"Fine. Lead the way." Derek nodded as Dean smiled, turning around and walking around the building with Derek behind him, following closely, minding his own business until they turned the corner in the back and Dean immediately grabbed him and pinned him against the wall where AJ and Ben stood behind him, "Dude, what the fuck?!" Derek choked a little.

"You're gonna answer a few of our questions." Dean spat.

"Derek." AJ said, "You recently fixed up the system in the hotel across the road from here, right?" AJ said as Derek glared across at her, "You did." She answered for him whilst Dean held him against the wall, "Did you erase different frames in the footage, and did you plant bloody pants in Phil Brooks' room, and proceed to spill hot coffee on him in order for it to look like he was… rubbing blood off of his jeans?" AJ asked him as Derek eyed her, gulping as he stared at all three of them.

"Tell us what you know or I will twist your neck off." Dean spat as Derek feared as he looked into Dean's eyes.

"Ok. Alright." Derek nodded, "Ok. I deleted the frames." He put his hands up as Dean eased his grip a little, but still kept a hold on him, "I deleted the frames, but I-I didn't put the pants in the bathtub."

"No one said anything about a bath tub." AJ hissed, "So you knew who planted the pants? Who are you working with then?" She asked him as Derek just shook his head.

"I was just paid to do a job." Derek said, his voice breaking, "I-I have three kids I gotta feed, alright? I didn't know anything about the job until after it all came out."

"So you're ok to let an innocent man die?!" Dean yelled angrily.

"Shh, people are gonna hear you." Ben told him as Dean just nudged him away.

"I don't give a fuck. You are going to the police and you're telling them who told you to delete that footage, and you're telling them who put those pants in Phil's room." Dean said, looking into his eyes, "Do you hear me?"

"I don't know. I don't know who did it." Derek shook his head, "I don't." He promised them as AJ looked at him.

"Then who did you take the job from?" AJ hissed.

"It-It was an email." Derek said, "It was an email threatening my family. So I did everything he asked."

"Email addresses usually have names." Dean hissed, getting in his face.

"No, not this one. It was just random letters and numbers." Derek said, "I'll show you if you don't believe me." Derek said, sliding his hand down to his pocket, grabbing his phone out and scrolling through his emails all the while Dean kept a hold on him, "There." He said as AJ grabbed the phone from him and read it.

"So you get this email?" Ben said, "Why not just report it to the police instead of going through with it?" He asked.

"Well I don't know who it was, if they were watching me or not… I didn't want to chance it."

"And now an innocent man is sitting on death row." Dean said, "You're gonna tell the cops everything you know, pal." Dean nodded as AJ handed Derek his phone back.

"You need to do the right thing now." AJ nodded to him as Derek gulped.

Dean then suddenly felt a sharp jab to his gut, releasing Derek whilst the man ran by them and straight back out onto the street.

"Hey!" Dean yelled desperately, about to run after him as AJ pulled him back.

"Leave him. It's fine." AJ nodded, "He can't just disappear." She said, "We really have something now. I got the whole thing on record, I got that email address. We'll find him." AJ said, placing her hands on her hips as Ben nodded. At first he thought that AJ was just convincing herself he wasn't guilty, but now hearing this, it seemed like he really wasn't guilty.

"Ok, close your eyes." AJ smiled, sitting on the sofa on Christmas morning beside Punk whilst Dean sat across. They'd been in the apartment for almost three years and just like the two years before, AJ had gone big on the Christmas decorations, and presents. She worked a part-time job in the reception of a vet and spent the rest of her time in her second year of law school. Dean was working his way up in a warehouse, already earning a supervisors role in a short time and bringing decent money in whilst Punk continued to work in the garage.

"Do I need to?" Punk groaned.

"Yes, you need to, because I could barely wrap it properly." She said as Punk raised a brow.

"What the hell did you get me?" Punk said worriedly.

"Just close your eyes." Dean groaned impatiently.

"Fine." Punk nodded, sitting back on the couch, closing his eyes over as AJ smiled, tip toeing behind the couch and lifting the puppy out of the cardboard box. The puppy was a blue staffy, and after it had been taken into the vet she worked in just days before Christmas, abandoned with no family, she remembered all the time Punk gushed over getting a dog one day, and thought it was a perfect idea, "Are you gonna be naked when I open my eyes?" Punk wondered.

"I am still here, you know." Dean said.

"Damn it." Punk hissed as Dean rolled his eyes.

"Ok." AJ smiled wandering back over to the couch, placing the tiny puppy onto his lap as Punk jumped a little, opening his eyes up and looking down at the puppy.

"Shut the fuck up." Punk laughed, looking down at the puppy and turning to AJ, "Are you serious?" He asked as she nodded and smiled, "Oh my God." Punk said, lifting the puppy up, stroking it's little head as it curled on his lap, "I feel like I just gave birth." He said.

"Well you didn't." Dean tutted, "He's cute, right?" He smiled, "He was in my room all night. So you wouldn't see."

"He's so fucking cute." Punk said as AJ laughed to herself, "We're keeping him, right?" He turned to AJ.

"Yeah." AJ smiled and nodded, enjoying the smile on his face, knowing how much he wanted a dog of his own, "Yeah, we're keeping him." AJ nodded as Punk smiled.

6 months later…

"Baby, are you home?" AJ asked, unbuttoning her coat as she got into the apartment after a day at law school.

It was strange to be a somewhat adult. To be in their own place, and have their own jobs and their own responsibilities. She couldn't have asked to enjoy her life with better people. Although things had gotten in the way, and she was still in some way getting used to living with bipolar disorder, she took every day as it came and if anything, her and Punk's love grew stronger every day. She was so sure of it, she'd never be with anyone else. She'd married this man and have his babies and reminisce on the good times, when they were old and grey.

"Baby?" AJ called out, sitting her bag down, listening as paws suddenly could be heard, rushing out of her and Punk's bedroom, watching the eight month old puppy, whom they had called Hooch, bound towards her excitedly, "Oh, hi baby." AJ smiled, crouching down and greeting the dog, scratching under his ears and his tummy once he had lay down on his back which caused her to laugh. He was very much a part of the family.

"Hey." AJ smiled as she watched Punk walk out of their bedroom, "Were you asleep?" She wondered and laughed a little, noticing him rubbing his eyes.

"Well it's 11pm." Punk said, "I'm sure they don't do lectures at this time." He said as AJ got to her feet.

"Well no but I had an assignment to do and it's better I do work outside the apartment. You distract me too much." She teased, poking his chest as he just smiled.

"Bit late though?" Punk said, trying not to be mad, "I'm more thinking about your health than anything else." He nodded, wandering around to the kitchen as Hooch followed him.

"Well yeah, I know it's late but… I had to get my work finished, and my health is fine." AJ said, taking her coat off and sitting it on the kitchen counter, "I'm almost through my second year and then you have me the full Summer, stress free." She smiled. There was of course times where her work from law school got so intense that it became a priority but certainly never over him. She was passionate about her work and was determined to one day become an attorney just like all those powerful women in the books she'd read, but it was proving to be a lot of hard work.

"Hey, I'm not mad. I just don't want you to be working yourself into the ground." He said as she shook her head.

"I'm not." AJ said, "I did lose track of time tonight, I guess." She nodded, watching as he took a bottle of water from the fridge and open it up. There was something special about the fact they had made it on their own, and they were creating a life for themselves on their own. It had always just been the three of them, and she couldn't imagine her life without Punk or Dean, she was reminded by that almost every day, "Let me make it up to you." AJ smiled, wandering further over to him as he placed the bottle of water down on the counter and smiled down to her.

"You don't have to make it up to me." He said. He wasn't controlling. He was very encouraging and wanted AJ to pursue the career she wanted to, he just wished he saw a little more of her, that was all.

"Well then… let me just treat you." She shrugged, lifting her t-shirt up over her head as he smiled, leaning down and pressing his lips against hers. She knew Dean was on night shift for the week otherwise she wouldn't have stripped her t-shirt off so quickly, and thankfully Hooch had returned to their bedroom to go back to sleep.

Punk lifted her up, placing her onto the kitchen counter, stripping his own t-shirt off as he began to kiss her neck, running his fingers through her hair as she smiled to herself and moaned. Their love never changed. From that first time over four years ago, they somehow still managed to get closer every single time, and she knew she'd never be loved by anyone the way he loved her.

"I want you inside me." AJ whispered, undoing her jeans, pushing them down with her panties, lifting her hips to kick them down as Punk smirked, pushing down his shorts and boxers before parting her legs, feeling her claw at his shoulders and neck, "You know… no one…" She gasped against his lips as his length teased her entrance, "No one will ever be able to love me like you." She said, cupping his face as he looked into her eyes.

"I hope no one ever has to." Punk whispered, caressing her neck as she smiled.

"It's you and me." AJ smirked as he smiled, tugging her hair back so she was looking up, feeling him kiss her throat, running his hands down her waist as she shut her eyes and smirked, "Please give it to me." She whispered as he looked up at her and smiled, pushing himself inside her as she tensed and moaned blissfully, rolling her head back as he smirked.

"There it is." Punk whispered, watching as her eyes rolled back before tilting her head to look at him.

"Hard." AJ nodded, pressing her lips against his, feeling him begin to move in and out of her hard, moaning loudly and smirking to herself, rolling her head back as he kissed her neck.

There was nothing that could compare. Anything that got thrown at them, they faced together. The love was no longer of a sweet, teenage dream, it was much much more than that.

"Brooks!" Punk looked up at the cell door, sitting on the cold floor in the tiny cell, "Got something for you." The warden said as Punk sighed, getting to his feet and walking over to the door where the small shutter opened up, watching as a piece of paper was handed through.

"What's this?" Punk asked, crouching down and taking the paper.

"Uh…" The warden paused, "It's for you to fill in… who you want at your final visitation. What you want your last meal to be." He said, "You just… fill it in and push it back under the door." He said, handing Punk through a pencil as Punk took it slowly from him.

"Yeah, thanks." Punk sighed, wandering back into the centre of his cell, sitting down on the small bed as he looked down at the piece of paper, sitting it down beside him and placing his face in his hands.

He always thought he'd die an old guy. Hopefully through natural causes through the night. He hoped he would have been satisfied with the life he'd lived. He never thought that he'd be informed when he was going to die.

There were only two people he wanted to see during final visitation. He just hoped it wouldn't have to come down to that.

A/N: Let me know what you think!