A/N: I don't know if this fic is really well received, but I sort of forgot that I was writing it until I found it on my computer again, so sorry for those of you who actually like it. Anyway, this is the last chapter. I like this chapter, even if it is a litte OOC, but I'm not really sure if it fits into the story. I sort of think it makes the entire story a little obsolete, but whatever. I hope you like it.
Summary: "You shouldn't talk like that," she said after a pause. "People will think that you're not a heartless bastard."
Disclaimer: I don't own GG or anything I got this idea from.
"You shouldn't be calling me," she whispered.
His heart clenched at the mere sound of her voice. He had been gone a while. Just like Bangkok. He didn't know whether she was engaged, or married, or... something that he wanted so badly he couldn't even name.
"I shouldn't have fallen in love with you but I did it anyway," he said. "I was never really one for fallowing the rules."
I missed her laughter.
"I hate it when you do that, you know," she said softly.
"Do what?" he questioned.
"Make me love you so much. Make me laugh when I'm holding myself together at the seams."
His breath hitched in his throat. She had a way with words. She could make him break with just a look.
"I don't know how this happened," he confessed. "One day I'm seducing women on roof tops of parties. The next... I'm breaking my back just to know your name."
She smiled at his sentiment. His voice was like poetry to her. He could seduce women with just a look. He could weave clear innuendos and witty comments without a second's hesitation. He was beautiful and she was a slave to him just like every other woman on the planet.
"You were against the rules," he continued. "You were out of bounds. Off limits. Prohbited. I pretended not to notice you. But when you were free, I couldn't do anything but fall for you. Even when you were off limits again, I just couldn't go back, knowing what was really out there for me."
She closed her eyes. It was the most he had ever admitted to her. She always had to press him to show his feelings. Now, he was just opening up to her.
"No one sees me like you do," he said. "Everyone sees a screw up who's a borderline alcoholic. You saw something that no one else bothered to see. You saw me when I didn't want you to. You know me better than anyone. You understand me. You make me a better perosn. You make me want to be a better person. You made me love you."
She didn't know what to say to all of that. She didn't know if that was an accusation or a compliment. All that she knew was that she was done with games. All she knew was that she had almost missed him and she wasn't about to do that anymore. She didn't care if it was an accusation. His words were magic to her. She never wanted anything else.
"You shouldn't talk like that," she said after a pause. "People will think that you're not a heartless bastard."
"All that matters is what you think," he answered honestly.
"I don't know..." she said. "...what to think."
"All that matters is what you feel," he ammended. He heard her sigh on the other side of the phone.
"I told you what I feel," she said.
"We've been through too much to just let this one go," he said. "I'm done watching you pass me by. I'm done with a world of almosts. I'm done being without you."
"This feels eerily familiar."
That was when he knew he had her. She remembered everything. He remembered everything.
"I can find you," he said. "Whever you are. I can get to you. Just say it and I'm there. This time I'm there."
However, this time, she wouldn't make him do that. She knew he had all the PI's at his disposal. He could find her in a heartbeat. But he wouldn't have to resort to that. This time she trusted him. She wouldn't make him look. She would tell him.
"Do you have a pen?"
His lips curled up in relief. It was time. It was time for them. No more almosts. This time, they were together for real.