Last chap. I'm kinda sad. It's all over. For the moment. But Ryan and Stormy might be getting some more stories if the inspiration strikes. So read, enjoy and keep an eye out for more. BIG thanks to everyone who's reviewed this far.

-Sasha-

I got bored quickly with playing the game. So Ryan and I took turns playing. I just gotten back from using the restroom when Ryan went flying by me.

"Ry, what the-?" I started when he cut me off.

"Stay here. Don't leave this room!" he ordered.

I gave him a funny look. I wandered into the room, wondering if I should continue playing the game.

I froze when I saw the screen. The robbers were stealing back the evidence. They were coming to CSI! I could feel the shakes coming back. They had plagued me off and on all day.

Suddenly gun fire rang out. I dove for the ground just as the glass window above me shattered, showering me in glass.

I bit back the cry of pain as thousands of tiny shards of glass dug into my skin. No more guns went off. I was scared to move, in case I did more damage to myself.

"Stormy?" Ry called.

"In here, Ry," I answered as loudly as I could.

"Oh god, Stormy, don't move. I'll go get help."

"No worries," I murmured to myself. "I have no plans on moving."

I was just marveling at how calm I was staying when Ryan returned with help.

Someone carefully swept up the glass surrounding me while Ryan and someone else carefully pulled the glass from my skin with tweezers. I tried to stay as still as I could. Ryan talked to me as they worked.

Horatio stopped by just as Ryan was helping me to my feet.

"Is everything OK in here?" he asked.

I carefully ran my hand through my long dark hair, sending shards of glass tumbling to the floor.

"Gotta brush?" I asked, staring down at the reflections of light on the floor.

"H, could I take Stormy home please?" Ryan asked, frowning at my hair and the glass it contained.

"As soon as all the glass has been removed," Horatio answered, with a half smile.

I buried my face in Ryan's shoulder to stifle the cry of pain as the ER doctor dressed some of the more serious cuts on my arms. Whatever ointment he was putting on them, it hurt. Alexx Woods, the Medical Examiner, had come up to get the body of one of the shooters. Ryan talked her into taking a look at me and Alexx had recommended that we go to the ER. Which is where we were now.

"All done," the doctor announced. The cuts still stung.

"Ry," I murmured tiredly.

"I'm right here," he promptly assured me.

"I wanna go home."

"Yeah. Let me call Horatio and get the necessary paperwork filled out. You stay here."

Ryan pressed a quick kiss to my forehead before stepping away. 15 minutes later he was back.

"I talked to Horatio. Good news. They found the last gamer. It's all over," Ryan announced happily.

I smiled. "That’s great."

"Let's get you home."

"All settled?" Ryan asked.

I watched him move about my living room from my spot on the couch. Ryan wouldn't let me do anything.

"Yeah Ry," I said.

"Good. I have a question for you."

Ryan came and sat down next to me.

"OK."

"So you love me and I love you. We're both mature adults with steady work. We've been dating awhile and-"

I cut him off. "Ry, what are you getting at?"

"Please just let me finish," Ryan begged.

I searched his face for any hint of what might be coming. I really really hoped he wasn't breaking up with me. The timing would be horrible. I slowly nodded my head yes.

"So we've been dating awhile, over two years."

Ryan paused.

"I love you Stormy. And I want to come home and find you there. I wanna wake up in the morning and have you next to me. I want to grow old with you. I want to have children with you. Will you please marry me?"

The End

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