A/N: Hello, loves. Here's the next and last chapter of this story. Thanks to everyone who has supported me on this tale and of course a huge thank you to my reviewers for the previous chapter: Lori, Jiffie, TinkerbellxO, peaches, xBelekinax, MissSparrow101 and watergoddesskasey.
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Eleanor was sitting in the police office, patiently waiting for the officer in charge to come. She was biting her nail in nervousness and frustration. She never expected this to happen. The moment the police appeared in the room she had completely freaked out. She understood then that woman's questions at the supermarket's parking lot. They had seen her in the papers where her disappearance had been published when her aunt had reported it, just before she died. They recognized her and told the police. It was not a surprise they took Mort right away and locked him up. He had already been suspected of murder so kidnapping was just a fine reason to take him away.
Needless to say that Eleanor was not happy with it; not at all. Maybe she would have been happy in the beginning but now was different. She cared about Mort, she loved him and of course the last thing she wanted was to see him behind bars for something that somewhere down the line stopped being a crime for her.
She was broken out of her thoughts when the office door opened and two officers walked inside, one of them with a file of papers in his hands.
"Miss Peterson, how are you?" the older one said as he outstretched his hand for her to shake before he sat down.
"I am well, thank you." She said tentatively.
"I am Officer Wilkin. I just wanted to ask you a few questions and then you can sign the papers." He said and she frowned.
"What kind of papers?" she asked.
"All in good time." he said with a brief smile.
"Your aunt, and correct me if I am wrong, reported your disappearance two days after the event. Mrs. Sarah Peterson."
"My aunt is dead, officer." Eleanor cut in and he nodded.
"I am aware of that. Could you tell me what your relationship with Mr. Rainey was? Before your kidnapping of course." Wilkin asked and Eleanor shook her head.
"He didn't kidnap me."
"I am sorry?" the officer asked confused.
"Maybe at first but I chose to stay with him after a while. As you can see a lot happened during these months." She said as she pointed at her wheelchair.
"Yes, I can see that. We have already conducted the hospital. We have all the information." He said and she frowned.
"Then what took you so long?" she asked.
"Regulations. We had to be sure. Please answer the question." Wilkin said.
"I worked at a café. Mort was a customer. That's all. There is no kidnapping." She repeated. Of course there was but she no longer cared.
"Miss Peterson, there is no reason to protect him-…" Wilkin started.
"I am protecting no one, sir. There is no crime here. I stayed willingly." She said firmly and the man furrowed his eyebrows in thought.
"How can that be possible? You said you didn't have any relations with him."
"No, I didn't. But now I do." She said calmly.
"I do not understand, Miss. You have an affair with Mr. Rainey?" he asked and she nodded slowly.
"Yes." She replied immediately
"Then you must have been friends with him before?"
"No, he was an acquaintance." She said quietly.
"I see…Are you telling me that he's innocent then? That you had no problem staying in his house?"
"At first id did have a problem but…now I don't. Things change." She said as she looked at her lap.
"Am I to think that you're not filing any charges then?" the officer asked bewildered.
"That's right. I am not." She said as she pushed back her hair and looked up at him.
"You know that he's suspected of murder, Miss Peterson?" Wilkin asked with some edge.
"And you're still thinking that you shouldn't file charges?"
"Yes. He's never hurt me. I don't know about the rest." She said and she could tell he thought she was crazy but she didn't care.
"I see…Then, you're free to go now. Mr. Porter will show you out." Wilkin said as he leaned back in his chair.
"What about Mort? May I see him?" Eleanor asked hopefully.
"Not today. I have a few questions to ask him too. If everything's like you told me he ought to be free soon." Wilkin said before he started going through his papers.
Eleanor looked at him for a few moments before she nodded and headed for the door where the other officer waited for her.
"Excuse me…Could you call me a cab?" she asked him once they were out in the corridor.
"Certainly, Miss. Wait a moment." The policeman said as he walked away.
Eleanor sighed deeply and looked at the clock.
"Time to go home." She whispered to herself as her gaze shifted towards the long corridor that led to the exit. Now that she was free to go home, she didn't want to because her home was still in that building; alone and probably thinking that she was the one who betrayed him.
Later the next day…
Sleeping in her old house seemed impossible for Eleanor. She just couldn't sleep at all. The house was quite big and now that it was empty was really hard to live in. The last person she saw was the man who came to change the lock on the door the precious day, so she could enter the house since she had no keys. The policeman left right after she was settled in. She had to do a lot of things after spending a night at the police but since there was no longer a Mort to help her she managed half of the things she needed. She didn't dare to move out of her chair again after getting out of bed since it could be quite difficult to get back in so she settled for sitting there in front of the TV for the evening. The remote was in her hand while she was biting her lip in deep thought, wondering what was going to happen.
The doorbell ringing caused her to jump as she turned her gaze away from the TV screen. She swallowed and put the remote on the coffee table before she headed for the door. She unlocked it and then spoke.
"Who is it?" she asked slowly and there was a pause before a familiar voice answered.
"It's me, Ellie." Mort spoke hesitantly from behind the door and Eleanor's eyes widened. She opened the door and looked up at him. He looked tired but calm at the same time.
"Mort?" she asked in a whisper and he nodded before he walked in and turned to look at her after he took a brief glance around the living room.
"What…? How…?" she was at a loss of words.
"They let me go. Apparently they didn't have any charges against me." He spoke quietly as he stared at her intently.
"They didn't?" she asked as she shut the door and looked at him.
"No…Why didn't they, Eleanor?" he asked and the question confused her.
"I am sorry?" she asked with a frown and he placed his hands in his pockets before he spoke.
"Why didn't you tell them the truth?" he asked quietly.
"I did tell them the truth." She argued.
"Then why am I here?" he asked and she blinked in confusion.
"I did tell them the truth… Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked and he shook his head before he smirked.
"You lied. I did kidnap you, Eleanor. I forcefully took you with me. You didn't exactly came willingly." He said and she looked at him incredulously.
"Do not tell me what you did! I know what you did better than you! What did you want me to do? Accuse you and let them lock you up?" she asked loudly.
"Yes! It's what I did, isn't it? Are you telling me that you've forgotten how we came to this? It is my fault that you're like that!" he almost barked at her and she gasped.
"Of course it isn't your fault! It was an accident."
"An accident that wouldn't have happened if you were here. Where you were supposed to be." He said more calmly.
"Maybe. I no longer care. You're supposed to know that by now." She said softly.
Mort stared at her before he came to his knees in front of her.
"You're no longer angry with me then?" he asked as his hands came to rest on her knees.
"No…I haven't been angry with you for a while now." She whispered as her hands came to hold his on her knees.
"I thought you called them…Until they told me what you said." He murmured as he gradually buried his face in her lap and nuzzled her stomach while her fingers came to thread themselves in his hair.
"I'd never do that…" she whispered as a smile formed on her lips.
"Why?" he asked as he looked up at her.
"Because I love you, silly. That's why." She chuckled and his expression changed to one of delight at her words.
"Really?" he asked as he smiled and slid up towards her face.
"Really." She whispered before his lips covered hers in a deep kiss. Her eyes drifted shut the moment he kissed her and her hands wrapped around his neck. His hands snaked around her waist and pulled her flush against his chest as he deepened the kiss with a groan.
"I love you too, sweetheart." He mumbled against her lips as he pulled slightly back for air.
"Good because I could always go back and tell them otherwise." She joked and he grinned.
"Could you? Really?" he whispered as he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Nope." She exclaimed cheerily before she attacked his mouth with her lips again, sending them both on the floor with her on top of him. Mort chuckled and pulled his head back to look up at her.
"That hurt." He accused with narrowed eyes but she just laughed and laid her head on his chest. He used his fingers to comb through her hair before he spoke.
"You want to stay here?" he asked, fearing the answer.
"Do you want to stay here?" she asked without looking at him.
"I don't know…Why?" he murmured.
"I'll stay where you want to stay." She whispered as she traced designs on his chest through his clothes with her finger.
"Why?" he choked out hoarsely.
"Because you're my home." She whispered as she looked up at him. Mort smiled and laughed before he rolled them over and captured her mouth in another kiss as he trapped her under him with his body. She would gladly stay like that forever.
Author's note: Thank you for reading. Please review! I hope you liked it because I had fun writing this story!
Until next time,
xxx Lina :)