((Final chapter... how sad. Anyway, yes this is the end, but there will be some author's notes in a separate chapter, so prepare for that :) Anyway, enjoy ))

"Son of a bitch..."

Jack mutters under his breath as he struggles against the man who pinned him, forcing himself to ignore the pain that stung his shoulder. His sweatshirt clinging to the wound.

"Wait."

A voice says behind the two, making PJ hesitate for a second, and Jack to struggle to turn his head, the voice familiar. PJ releases the Irish man, partially expecting him to make a run for it, but Jack didn't, his blue eyes scanning the black haired man who glared at the Brit.

Gun in hand, the barrel aimed directly at PJ.

"Fischbach.... Nice of you to join us..."

The British man growls simply, annoyance lacing his voice. Mark looks at him, his face neutral and uncaring. His finger squeezing the trigger ever so slightly.

"Get away from him..."

Mark rumbles softly, his brown eyes glaring daggers at the cop. PJ does as the man says and moves slowly off to the side, leaving Jack to watch the scene, gripping his wounded shoulder tightly, his breathing quick and uneven as loss of blood begins to catch up with him.

"Come on Mark, you aren't going to shoot me."

PJ responds, hesitantly taking a step forward, but stopping as the black haired man presses the trigger a tad more. Looking as though he didn't want to shoot, but planned too if necessary.

"Stay back..."

The black haired man growls softly, his voice warning. PJ says nothing at first, daring to take another step forward.

"Mark, you're a good guy, I know you are... So why are you wasting your life helping some criminal..."

PJ continues speaking, Mark squeezing the trigger a bit more, but his brown eyes showing that his thoughts raced. Perhaps considering the idea. Jack stood off to the side, saying nothing as he watched the scene play out, his blue eyes moving between the two.

"Listen, how about I cut you a deal?"

PJ suggests, making Mark's finger loosen on the trigger slightly.

"A deal...?"

Mark asks softly, his voice losing any neutrality, every emotion he felt at the moment clear in his deep voice. PJ nods and takes yet another step forward, clearly realizing he had an opportunity.

"I can get you out... get your old life back... Sean will go to jail and you'll walk free."

PJ bargains, his smile growing when Mark relaxes slightly, actually seeming to consider the idea.

"You don't have to be a criminal, I know you don't like this life... You miss being the good guy, you miss helping people... It was Sean that ruined it for you."

PJ continues, taking an additional step forward as he does. Mark says nothing in return, though the gun lowers slightly as his brown eyes move over to the Irish man who stood in the corner, clutching his shoulder, and his hurt blue eyes boring into Mark, forcing him to look away, and instead to the green eyes of the British officer who was now merely a foot away from him.

"You can be the good guy again Mark... All you have to do is let me take Sean in... it's that simple."

PJ finishes with a simple shrug. Mark's brown eyes show how torn he is. It was true he missed his old life, he missed being seen as the good guy, and PJ wasn't wrong, Jack was the one who pulled him away from that life. What if he went back, he could be good again, he wouldn't have to worry. Not anymore.

Jack's blue eyes go from pained to full on hurt when Mark lowers the gun, his brown eyes refusing to look at the Irish man, despite the man's ocean blue eyes that bore into him, disbelieving.

"Mark..."

Jack murmurs softly, his voice drowned out by the creaky building. Mark says nothing as PJ walks forward again, a smile curling around his mouth, clearly pleased with the man's decision.

"That's what I thought. I knew you couldn't have really cared for some scumbag like him."

As that last sentence exits PJ's mouth Mark's lip curls back into a small snarl, and without warning the gun lifts again, and a bang rings out.

PJ's mouth opens wide as he looks down, the fabric around his stomach staining with a deep red. His hand instantly goes down and clutches the wound as he falls to his knees, a small scream escaping him as blood pools around his hand, dripping to the floor.

Jack watches the man surprised, and Mark himself seemed surprised he'd actually shot. His anger had gotten the best of him it seemed.

The black haired man quickly wipes the surprise from his face, replacing it with a cold glare as he raises the gun, aiming the barrel at the Brit's head who looks back at him, his green eyes pleading.

"Mark... don't do this..."

The British man pleads softly, his voice strained as blood pours from his wound, though Mark seemed to show no pity towards him, pure hatred shining in his brown eyes.

"Give me one good reason not to..."

Mark growls in response, his finger grazing the trigger menacingly, Jack having stayed quiet, clearly prepared to go with whatever Mark decided, whether it be to turn him in, or kill PJ. Jack would accept.

The British officer looks over to Jack for a split second, desperate for help before back at the black haired man, the one who was prepared to blow his brains out, and frankly wasn't bothered by it.

"Mark please... This isn't you. You're a good guy..."

PJ speaks softly, his voice growing weaker with each word though he continues to speak, refusing to just let Mark kill him, struggling to sway him onto his side, what he saw as the right side.

"Listen, I can help you... think this through Mark..."

Mark watches the man, a part of him saying to pull the trigger, to end it, but another part telling him to join the Brit. Of course Mark wanted his old life back, who wouldn't. He liked being the good guy, he liked being able to help the world. If Mark hadn't met Jack, he wouldn't be a wanted felon, Mark was supposed to arrest the Irish man, but he fell for him.

Then again, despite all the bad Jack had done, he'd done good too. Mark thinks back, to all the times the loud Irish man made him laugh, all the times he made him blush, every single time he made fun of him, every time he saved his life. Of course it wasn't the perfect life, but as long as he had Jack, it didn't matter, and no matter what, Mark wouldn't betray his love.

"I have..."

The black haired man responds finally, his finger squeezing the trigger until a bang echoes through the old building and PJ falls dead where he sat, red staining the nearby walls and floor.

Mark drops the gun staring at the scene in front of him, his brown eyes drained of emotion. He jumps as he feels a hand on his shoulder and turns around to meet the ocean blue eyes of Jack, who looked at him, his face emotionless if it weren't for the bit of worry that laced his irises.

Jack says nothing, his eyes going to the bloody man once before back to Mark, trailing over his face and soon down to his hands, though he looked calm, his hands shook, showing how truly upset up he truly was about what he'd done. The Irish man hesitantly reaches forward, taking the black haired man's hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze and trying to give him comfort.

Typically it was Jack who was shaken up at the sight of blood, however he was strangely calm, forcing any emotions away to provide comfort for his love who needed it.

"We should go...."

Jack finally says, tugging the man's hand gently towards the exit, Mark follows saying nothing still, pulling his gaze away from the bloody scene and towards the exit. Jack holds out his hand offering to drive the car but Mark shakes his head, climbing into PJ's car, one that wouldn't be recognized as him, and starts it up Jack climbing into the passenger side.

They drive off as sirens can barely be heard in the distance, clearly the backup PJ had most definitely called beforehand. They were a bit too late however, PJ was no longer a problem.

"Where too now...?"

Mark finally speaks, his voice emotionless, and frankly a bit dark, but Jack doesn't pay much attention to that, he'd been through a lot, it was understandable.

"I don't know... We need to get out of the country... But maybe we could you know... do a job? I mean we need some money..."

Jack suggests, a small mischievous grin curling onto his face. Honestly Jack expected Mark to immediately refuse the idea, but his response truly surprises Jack, that surprise soon turning to pure excitement.

"Let's do it."

Mark responds, the small grin that followed making the Irish man smile as well, his blue eyes showing pure love towards the black haired man who looks back with the same emotion.

"So I suppose this makes us partners then?"

Jack question, reaching his hand out slightly, ignoring his wounded shoulder which he planned to wrap soon. Mark smiles and meets him halfway, squeezing the man's hand tightly and staring into his blue eyes, his own happy, happy with his decision, happy with his new life.

"Partners in Crime."