Epilogue

"It feels so good to be back in my own bed again." When Chase brought Cameron home from the hospital that afternoon, the only thing she wanted to do was go to bed. And that had been almost three hours ago.

"I bet. Those beds at the hospital are not actually first-class, but at least you managed without complaining of a sore back," commented Chase who was sitting on the bed and holding her in his arms. "And now that you're back home, how do you feel?"

"Like I could sleep for days. But I've got a feeling that that's not going to happen, right?"

"Well, since we do have a whole week off, how about if I compromise and let you sleep in. That fair enough?"

"Hmm, I think that's fair. Just don't give me any special treatment the whole time, okay."

"I won't, I promise." But Chase knew better; he had an idea, but had to time it just right for it to work. That night as they both lay in bed together, Chase was formulating his plan of attack.

Knock, knock, knock. Stepping out of the kitchen Chase opened the door to the condo and let a very winded Foreman in.

"What happened to you?" asked Chase in total surprise.

"Is Cameron up?"

"I was just about to go wake her up. I've been letting her sleep in late. What's wrong?"

"It's something that both of you should know."

"Okay, I'll be right back. In the meantime, sit down and cool it." Walking into the bedroom, Chase saw the most beautiful sight in the world: his beautiful and angelic wife was asleep on her back with her face turned toward him, and the sun casting a glow on her, creating a halo of light.

Oh, I don't want to wake her up, he thought as he walked over to her side of the bed. Sitting down, he slid his left arm around her waist and his right arm across her pillow, using his fingertips to brush the hair off of her forehead. Leaning forward, he kissed her temple, which caused her to stir in his arms.

"Morning sweetheart. Time to get up."

"Awe. I was having the best dream and then you had to wake me up," complained Cameron. She hated it when Chase did that.

"Sorry. But you need to get up. Foreman's here and has to tell us something."

"Now?" she asked him, sitting up in bed.

"Yes now. I'm sorry but it's urgent."

"Okay, hand me my robe." Even though it had been four days since Cameron had been released from the hospital, she was still a little sore, so moving around for her was still a little painful at times.

"Thank-you for having my husband wake me up so that you could tell us something, Foreman."

"I apologize for that. You're looking better though."

"Thank-you," said Cameron as she sat down on the couch. "What's up?"

"You two are not going to believe this. Cuddy got a call from the Chief of Police at work earlier. He told her that the hospital can forget that letter of apology from Dibala."

"Why, what happened?" asked Chase who was now seated next to Cameron.

"Dibala and his right-hand are dead. The lymphoma got the better of him, and his right-hand killed himself early this morning."

"Oh my God," gasped Cameron, looking stunned. "Now what?"

"Let things get back to normal, I guess," said Foreman in a solemn tone. Even though Dibala had been cruel, they had lost a patient, and that was never an easy thing to deal with. "I got to get back to work, but I felt that I should have been the one to tell you guys, instead of someone else."

"Thank-you Foreman," remarked Cameron very quietly.

"I'll walk you out," exclaimed Chase, and both he and Foreman walked to the door. While the two were talking quietly and out of earshot, Cameron leaned back against the couch and began to stare off into the distance. Her concentration was broken a few moments later by Chase sitting down and pulling her into his arms and kissing her cheek. "You okay? You're really quiet."

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just in a bit of shock is all."

"I know, me too. But are you going to be alright though?"

"In time, yes. But for right now, I just want to stay like this for a while, okay?" Cameron asked as she craned her neck to look at him. Chase leaned in as well and pressed his forehead to hers.

"Sure. I'll hold you for as long as you want me to." And that's what they did for the rest of the morning. Time to put my plan into action.

"I seem to recall telling you specifically to not give me special treatment. But you went ahead and did it anyway."

"I know, but isn't this better than being cooped up at home the whole time?" Chase had surprised Cameron completely by taking her to the shore for the day. They only had a couple of days left on their leave from work, so Chase thought that a day trip to the beach would make Cameron feel better, and it did.

"Yes it is, much better," she said as she leaned over the picnic lunch that Chase had put together earlier that morning to kiss him. "Thank-you."

Later that afternoon, the young married couple were walking on the beach holding hands as they tried to avoid the waves while trying to look for seashells that were still intact.

"Don't you think we have enough already?" groaned Chase, looking at the collection of shells he was holding.

"Not yet. I want to find the best one and give it to Rachel for her birthday."

"Her birthday isn't until December. It's only October and besides, she's still a baby, and will probably break it anyway."

"Would you quit complaining. I know she's still a baby, which is why I'll tell Cuddy to put it up on a shelf so that Rachel can't reach it."

"Alright. But what are we going to do with the rest?" asked Chase looking puzzled.

"I'll keep them," said Cameron as she leaned up to kiss Chase, which he deepened. A few seconds later, a wave came up and caught both doctors by surprise, soaking them from the shins down. They broke the kiss, holding onto one another as to not fall into the water, each with a very surprised look.

"Ooh boy, that's cold!" cried out a now shivering Cameron.

"I think the tide's coming in. Come on, you're just getting over an illness, and I don't want you getting sick again. Let's get out of here!" exclaimed Chase as they both trudged back to the blanket, packed up and headed home.

"What are you thinking, love?" asked Chase as both he and Cameron lay in bed that night after their adventure that day. They came home a little late and still wet, so they decided to go to bed right away. After the room had been dark for several minutes, Chase sensed his wife was still awake, so he reached over and pulled her into his arms, and she rested her head on his chest.

"What do you think would have happened if Dibala had written that apology letter?" she asked, not looking at him.

"I don't know. He would probably be back in his own country, or still be sitting in jail. I honestly don't know," he said as he raked his fingers through Cameron's hair.

"If he had, would you have accepted the apology?"

"After what he did to you, not in a million years. Would you have accepted it?" asked Chase reciprocating the question.

"Absolutely not. He tried to take me away from you by trying to kill me. No apology should be accepted for something like that." Her voice was beginning to crack, so Chase pulled her closer to him. Only then did she start to cry.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm right here. Shh," soothed Chase as he held Cameron who was sobbing by that point. After a few minutes, she had finally begun to calm down enough to reach over and grab a few tissues off of her nightstand to blow her nose, and to get a drink of water as well, before laying down again, facing the wall. By that time, Chase had turned on the light on his nightstand and sat up in bed, reaching over to calm down his wife a little more.

"You okay now?" he asked as he rubbed her arm. She nodded without looking at him. "What brought this on all of a sudden?" He hoped that this had not blown a gasket within his wife.

"Curiosity," she hesitated before turning her head to look at him. "Do you think it would have made a difference if he had written that letter of apology?"

"Probably not. There's still a lot of questions that haven't been answered yet," Chase pointed out.

"I know," said Cameron, sitting up as well. "We don't even know why he did it, or what his motive was."

"Only God can answer that question now. And to be perfectly honest, I don't think I ever want to know," remarked Chase as he rubbed Cameron's back.

"Want to know a secret?" he asked after a moment of complete silence had passed between them.

"What's that?"

"Every day since you woke up in the hospital, I have thought of myself as a lucky man. Want to know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I have the most beautiful wife in the world, and I am so lucky to have her in my life," explained Chase as he brushed a stray curl off of Cameron's face, only to see her smile with as much joy as she had on their wedding day. With that all said and done, he laid back down and as Cameron rested her head on his shoulder, Chase turned out the light and wrapped his arms around her again. Giving her a long and passionate kiss goodnight, he called out to her:

"Allison."

"What Robert?"

"I love you, so very much."

"I love you too." Just like that, both husband and wife fell asleep, thinking of how lucky they were to have each other in their lives.

A/N: Okay, I know that it's been over 4 months since I last updated, but I have been really busy w/ school & everything. However, I do want to thank-you all for your patience, but unfortunately, this is the final chapter of my 1st story. On a happier note, I am currently in the process of writing a sequel, but I have no idea when that will come out. Once again, thanks for enjoying this story, so R/R ASAP. CHAMERON FOREVER!