Thank you all so much for your supportive reviews and comments during this story. I'm so happy that it went over so well and that so many of you enjoyed it.

This chapter is dedicated to two people:

In NYC: Thank you for all the conversations that we've had about this story. You gave me some great ideas and you're always so supportive of my writing. I appreciate that very much.

SillverMedal: You are an amazing writer with amazing ideas, and this story wouldn't have been what it was without you. Thanks for all the PMs telling me to hurry up, lol, and for the helpful ideas for "Destination: Beautiful."

So now, onto the 13th and final chapter of "The Ocean." The story will switch from different points of view. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own TSL. I own det. John Mason.

Chapter 13

earlier that morning...

Carey was waiting outside the police station at 6 o'clock the next morning. Not being able to sleep, she was pacing back and forth, from one end of the building to the other. She didn't have to pace for long, because about ten minutes after she got there, John was pulling up in his squad car. Carey smiled sadly when he got out, watching as John walked up to her.

"Couldn't sleep?" John asked in his raspy voice. Carey shook her head.

"When I drift off, I have nightmares about what might have happened to them," Carey said, rubbing her hand along the back of her tense neck. John pulled her into a hug.

"I'm going to get some coffee made," he said, nodding to Carey after breaking the embrace.

"No need for that, John."

Carey and John turned their heads to see George holding a container of coffee in his right hand, along with Moseby, Maddie and London, walking steadily up to the police station.

"George.." John said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"We decided we should get a head start on the search today," Moseby said, handing Carey a flashlight.

"I've got a few vehicles ready so we can move a little more quickly today, and the paramedics will be following us the whole way. We're gonna find them today, Miss Martin," George said, his voice strong and confident. Carey closed her eyes and smiled.

"Thank you, George," she said, walking up and hugging the Middle-aged police officer.

"Let's get to it, then," George said, handing the coffee to Carey and clapping his hands together.



Cody sat up and watched as Zack was crouching down by the river, trying to catch a fish. "He is so in over his head," he thought, laughing a little, as Zack's branch was swept down the river. He layed his head back down, trying not to think about the pounding headache that he was dealing with at the moment. He didn't want to complain about it, though. He knew that Zack was doing everything he could to keep his hopes up, and Cody didn't want to be the one to start breaking down.


Cody shot up from his lying position and looked over to where Zack had been just a minute before; only now he was gone.

"Wha.." Cody said, shaking his head and getting to his feet. Confused, he limped his way down to where Zack should have been.

"Zack?" he asked cautiously. Was Zack playing a joke on him?

Then he saw Zack's head rushing down the river with his arms flying wildly above them.

"ZACK!" Cody screamed out, feeling his stomach drop to the ground. He began running as fast as he could down the river bank, forgetting all the pain he was feeling in his foot. He saw Zack trying to turn around in the water.


Cody winced as he watched Zack's body crash into a large tree that had fallen into the river.

"ZACK!" Cody called again, running towards the spot where he had crashed. He saw Zack wrap his arms around the tree, trying to keep his head above the water.

"Cody," Zack said, and Cody could hear that he was having a hard time breathing.

"Zack, hold on! I'll get you out!" Cody screamed. He looked at the tree and didn't hesitate, beginning his climb onto the bark.

"No! It's dangerous!" Zack said. Cody stared at him like he was crazy.

"But I don't know how else to get you out!" Cody called frantically. He watched as Zack struggled to get himself higher onto the tree bark, but with little success.


Cody's heart leapt into his throat. He was just standing there, helpless, watching his brother drown.

"Zack, I'll get you out!" he said, looking wildly around, trying to find something to help him rescue his brother.

"Cody, I can't hold on."

Cody snapped his head back to his brother, and yelled violently, "No, Zack! You have to!" He reached his hand out, trying to grab onto Zack, who was no longer responding to him. Suddenly, Cody heard a motor, along with someone shouting. He jerked his head in the direction of the noise and saw a man with dark hair running towards him.

"Help! Over here! We need help!" Cody cried with tears in his eyes. He watched as the man galloped over to him, gesturing him to move out of the way. Cody obliged, and what he saw next was incredible.

The man maneuvered his body across the tree bark quickly, but carefully. Using his legs to keep his body steady on the tree, he layed down across it and reached his hands out to where Zack was slowly slipping and grabbed him by his arms. Hauling him out of the water, he rested Zack's body against his own and began to make his way back to the river bank. With Zack in one arm, the man used his other arm and his legs to slowly push himself back towards land.

Cody stood in awe, with silent tears spilling from his eyes, when he heard his name being called.


Cody turned slowly to see his mother flying towards him. The next thing he knew, he was being pulled into a tight hug by his hysterical mother.

"Oh, my baby!" was the mantra she was reciting while kissing him over and over.

"Mom..Z..Zack!" Cody said, hiccuping. He saw his mother turn around and grab her stomach.

"John," she whispered, holding her hand on her forehead. Cody turned back to watch John pull Zack onto the ground. He leaned his ear to Zack's nose and mouth and cried out, "He's not breathing!" Then he started giving Zack mouth to mouth.

Cody fell to his knees and turned to the side, throwing up.

"Cody," Carey said, leaning down and holding onto her other son. Cody looked up and saw a paramedic team rushing over.

"Mom, we can't lose him..I need him," Cody said shakily as the paramedics gathered around the lifeless form of his brother.

Carey was holding a hand over her mouth, the other around Cody, when she began to sway slightly.

"Mom!" Cody cried, grabbing onto her and hugging her again. He turned his head and heard Zack coughing.

"I've got a pulse!" one of the paramedics called, causing the others to laugh a little. Cody didn't understand.

"Is he gonna be ok?" he asked in a slightly higer voice than normal. Carey shook her head.

"I don't know.." she said, dumbfounded. Suddenly, John came walking over to where the two were sitting.

"Hi, Cody, right? You alright?" he asked, extending his hand. Cody looked up at the man that saved his brother's life and slowly shook his hand while nodding.

"John...Zack?" Carey said, managing to get to her feet.

"We got him breathing, Carey. They're going to take him to the hospital right now," John said, hugging her. "Along with you, young man," he added, pointing to Cody. John turned around and called out, "I need a paramedic over here, please."

Cody sat on the ground, trying to take in what just happened. Then it hit him; he almost lost his brother.


Three days later...

Zack was sitting up in his hospital bed watching some TV when the door opened, revealing his brother who came in on crutches.

"Hi," he said brightly. Cody gave him a lopsided smile.

"How are you feeling?" Cody asked. Zack laughed while shaking his head.

"I've told you a million times that I'm fine," he said, scooting over so Cody could sit on the side of the bed. Cody wiped his blonde hair out of his eyes and nodded.

"Well, you were having a hard time breathing, scared me. That broken rib could have punctured your lung, you know, and you would be lying here on a respirator right now, and I don't know if..." Cody began, starting to get himself worked up.

"Cody," Zack said, silencing his brother. "You're rambling again."

Cody sighed. "Sorry," he said. Then he leaned in and hugged his brother as tight as he could without putting too much pressure on his ribs. He waited a minute before breaking the embrace.

"What was that for?" Zack asked.

"Just because," Cody said, shrugging.

Zack was about to say something else when his mother and John walked in.

"How's it going, guys?" John asked, holding out his fist, which both boys knocked into their own.

"Hey, John," they said in unison. Carey kissed both her boys on the head.

"We're going to get your release papers signed in a few minutes, Zack, and then we're gonna head back to the hotel and pack up. London's calling to get the plane ready to leave this afternoon," she said, folding her arms.

"Ok," Zack said, nodding.

"Good," Carey said, then she turned to John. "John, I don't think I can say thank you enough to make up for all that you did for me and my boys."

John laughed and hugged Carey. "It's my Job, Carey," he said.

"Well, just know that you're welcome to come stay with us in Boston anytime," Carey added, nodding her head.

"I might take you up on that," John said with a laugh.

Cody turned to Zack and smiled. Zack returned it with a wink.

"Alright, boys, we're going to sign those papers," Carey said, and she and John walked out of the hospital room. Cody turned swiftly to Zack.

"So..." he said slyly.

"Oh, yeah," Zack said, nodding and smiling.

Both boys burst into laughter before returning their attention back to the TV.


Ok, this is an open-ended ending..if that makes can interpret it anyway you want.

I hope you liked it. Please review and let me know!