It is the final chapter now. No more to tell from me... I really want to thank people who gave this a shot and especially those who commented since you are the reason I kept writing. Your comments were really helpful. I apologize for poor writing. Sometimes I had to force myself through a chapter, and then it was difficult to do it probably. Once again thank you, and I would be very happy if you would tell what you thought of this chapter. Keep it real, people! Lots of love.

"Funny enough, I always thought that when I saw you again, I would not be able to keep my hands off you, but now... I could just stare at you for a thousand year and still not think that it was enough"

One perfect tear dropped from her eye as his voice caressed her entire being into a maddening harmony. She briefly closed her eyes, "Had we but World enough, and Time, This coyness, were no crime".

"Andrew Marvell, To his Coy Mistress", she could hear the struggle in his voice.

"I always thought that when you would come back, I would never let you go again but now... I am afraid to turn around."

"why?"

She lowered her voice to a whisper, "What if this is nothing but a dream?"

"I am really here, Angie. I came back."

"What if you are just an illusion?"

"I am not"

"You could be lying"

"I came back, and I am all yours now... Open the box".

She looked down and reached toward the first box, open the lid and then paused. Another tear dripped as she took up Neal's anklet, which was now no longer attached to him.

"I have my freedom", he said. "I am done with the FBI." Angie could hear him approach her with cautious steps.

"I had a miscarriage" she blurted out, choking on her words.

There was a pause but then he got closer, "I know, Angie. I wanted to run away from everything right then. I tried... I really tried."

"Four months ago... I didn't know before it was too late but... I think it was boy..."

"Angie..."

"You never came back... you just left after that day in the hospital... I thought I had more time"

"We had to act quickly"

"I wanted to call him Peter... I thought it was suiting..."

"I wanted to come back... I couldn't run away before I got all of them... they would have found all of you..."

"I didn't know what to say to Daisy..."

"Angie, please listen"

"I didn't know how you were... No one would tell me"

"I tried everything..."

"There was a lot of blood... I didn't understand, and then suddenly I was pregnant and empty"

Finally, Neal reached her and put his hand around her, still facing her back. Suddenly, her breathes quicken as if someone had hold, her under water and then let go. She began to cry more when his lips touched her shoulder, whispering, "I am so sorry. I tried... I really tried... but I am here now, and I am only yours."

"Why did they let you go?" Angie whispered.

"It wasn't easy. There was yelling, manipulation and threats... I guess they finally realized that they couldn't hold me any longer. This was my one chance with you, Angie. I couldn't fail." His hands began to pull her closer to him.

"So what happens now?"

"Open the second box"

She eyes fell down to the unopened box but she did not move before Neal said, "please". Carefully, she leaned forward to open the lid, which immediately caused her to claps a hand over her mouth. Within the box was a much smaller grey box, open. The shine diamonds was not compromised by the darkness. The candles and the moon were in perfect sync with the ring as it sat there like a museum piece.

Slowly Neal's grip loosened as he walked around her to look her straight in the eyes. Those blue eyes had not changed a bit. He was tired. He could barely stand up. His hair had grown. He was even limping. Nevertheless, with a sympathetic smile on his face - his eyes looked at her as they always did when he was about to kiss her. Angie's skin was tingling under his gaze and her entire body sighed by the comfort of his, which gradually moved up her arms and stopped at her chin.

"You are even more beautiful than I remembered"

Tears were dripping down her face again, "You came back".

"I swore I would", he smiled.

With sudden move she pushed herself into his arms, holding his as if she never intended to let go. When his lips touched her shoulder, she slightly pushed herself back, only to push her lips to his. Her hands caressed his face as he held her by the waist, pulling her closer. Their breaths and their bodies were threatening to become one with violent passion... And then Neal stopped. The taste of salt water had forced him to open his eyes. Angie's tears were washing her face from all the grief she had to keep in, and his single touch boiled it all to the surface.

He brushed a strain of her hair back, "I never want to leave you again". He turned around to pick up the ring and looked back with, swallowing nervously. In all this time Angie could do nothing but to look at him with all the hopelessness in the world.

"I am sorry", he began. "I am sorry that I left without telling you. I am sorry that you were worried about me. I am sorry that I couldn't be there when you needed me the most. I am sorry that I wasn't there when you lost our baby. I am sorry that I drove you to tattoo my name"

Angie laughed, which finally gave Neal the courage to take her hand in his own, "I am sorry that you had to through all this because of me, and alone." He took a step closer and raised a hand to her lips, gently caressing them, as he continued, "but if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life making up for it."

Neal swallowed again and went down on one knee, "Angel Noam, will you marry me?"

Choking on her own tears, she nodded, joyously. "Yes, Neal George Caffrey. I will marry you". She kneeled down to him and kissed him before he carefully placed the ring on her finger.

"Daisy will freak out when she hears this", Angie said looking at the ring.

"She already knows. I had to ask for permission after all".

Angie looked up, shocked, "when did you ask her?"

"Before I left", Neal smiled. "I knew I wanted to marry you the day they drove you to the hospital... I was going to ask you then... but I thought it would be better to wait."

"You were afraid that something would happen to you", She said.

"It would be easier to lose a boyfriend that to lose fiancé"

Angie laughed, "My god, Neal... Don't you understand? You were right. You will always come back to me" She kissed him again, longer than before and she could feel his body responding to her touch. His hands were making the claims his eyes had dreamed for months. She was smoothly unbuttoning his shirt and he slowly lifted her from the floor, walking toward the bedroom.

When they reached the bed, Neal put her down but their lips only parted when he carefully slipped his hand beneath the silky blanket that obediently made way for him. She moaned when his hands reached her wait and continued to move upward. Neal's lips had made their way down her shoulder and were going further down as another moan escaped Angie's lips.

When the blanket seemed to crumble under the pressure of his hand, she quickly grabbed his face and pulled it to her own as if the intensity was proving to be too much for her. Neal smirked and kissed her, "I love you, Angie"

Her finger slid down to his lips, "I love you too, Neal".