Sergeant Christopher Lorenzo sat on his couch watching the Duke Blue Devils play the Kentucky Wild Cats. It was a fairly boring game; no one seemed to be scoring. He was upset, yet glad that he was out of work for a while. He needed the rest. He had been through a few tough times lately. First with Rita missing, then her amnesia, then with him getting shot. His arm was getting much better. If it didn't start doing better, he would have to take a desk job. One thing good did come out of it; him and Rita.
They both realized that were in-love with each other. Neither of them had ever been in a serious relationship, so they decied to take it slow, and to keep it under wraps. That way if things didn't turn out like they wanted it to, then things could go back to being normal.
Chris was jerked from his thoughts by the door bell. He got off of his couch and opened his door. Rita stood on the other side holding a bag of Chinese.
"Hey!" Chris smiled. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his apartment. He placed a soft, sweet kiss on her lips.
"Hi. I brought some Chinese. I know you never keep food around here, so I thought I'd come spend my lunch break with you." Rita set the food on the coffee table.
"Thank you. I was getting hungry, but I was watching the Duke verse UK game, so I decided to wait."
"Interesting game?"
"Actually it's a really bad game. So, any new and interesting cases?" Chris asked. He sat down on the couch; he pulled Rita down on top of his lap. He began to feed her small bites of kung pow chicken.
"Actually, there is this one that Cap wants me to work on. We could use your help on it, if you are up to it?" Rita said between bites.
"Sure, what is it?"
"At Kelman's Physical Therapy Clinic, two of the patents have been murdered and one nurse. We want you to go in there as a patient to finsh up your physical thereapy. You will stay there and do undercover work."
"Ok, I think I can do that, but what about back up?" Chris asked right after placing a soft kiss at Rita's jaw, where she spilled a small bit of special sauce.
"I will be playing your girlfriend and come visit you every day. We will also have Derek going undercover as an orderly."
"You will play my girlfriend, huh? So that means I get to kiss you, hug you, and touch you? And all in the line of duty?" Chris said, with a sly grin.
"Yes, but we have to remeber that we will be watched every second, so we have to make it look real, but fake."
"I think that can be aragned. So, tell me what do the murders have in common?"
"Well, they all are male, in their early to mid 30's. With black hair and blue eyes. Since you fit that description perfectly, plus you are injured, you are the perfect bait."
"Bait huh? Why is it that I am always playing the hot male, decoy here?"
Rita pushed him back on the couch and starddled him. She kissed him hard and passionately. "Because you are sexy, and you baited me didn't you?"
Before Chris had the chance to reply, Rita already had him in another searing kiss.. Chris's hands wrapped around her. One hand gently rubbed up and down her back, while the other ran through her chesnut hair. Rita quickly pulled his shirt off. Chris franticly tried to undo the buttons on her blouse.
"I can't get this one undone!" Chris groaned.
The sound of his voice jerked Rita out of her hazy passion. She quickly jumped off the couch, buttoning her blouse back. "I am sory Chris, but I have to be back at the station in 15 minutes, to go over the final details. I will be over here tonight to go over the details with you."
Chris pulled his shirt back on. "May I cook dinner for once? I don't like you having to take care of all the meals. I am not completely helpless. Please Sammy?" Chris looked up at Rita with his puppy dog face. He knew Rita couldn't say 'no' when he gave her that look.
"No fair Chris!" Rita laughed, walking towards the door; Chris right beind her. "I can't resist it wheny ou look at me like that. Fine, you may take care of dinner." She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his waiting lips. "I wil see you about seven. Love you."
"I love you too."
"Lance! Glad you could make it back. In my office now!" Capt. Harry Lipschitz hollered at Rita as she walked through the doors of the hommicide division.
"Yeah, Cap?" Rita took a seat acros form her captain.
"Harry leaned back in his chair and took an antacid. "I was wonder how your meeting with Lorenzo went. Did he agree to it?"
"Yes Cap, he said he would, but he wanted to make sure that he had good back up. So I told him that Derek would be an orderly. and I would be his girlfriend, so that I would have an excuse to come around alot."
"That is good thinking, Lance. I came across, another similarity bout the victims. They all seemed to have played sports at Palm Beach High. Isn't that where Chris went?"
"That is Cap, in fact, He was captain of Basket ball, and foot ball tems for two years. So, Chris is the perfect patient to go there."
"We will have you two go and check him in tomorrow. Here are yours, Chris' idenities. Derek already has his. He will go tonight and be an orderly."
"Gotcha, Cap. If you don't mind I have a few more things to research, before I got o fill Chris in. I will call you ttomorrow morning, before Chris and I head over to the clinic."
"Alright Lance. I will talk to you tomorrow. Good luck!"
"Thanks, Cap!" Rita walked out of her capain's office. She sat down at her desk to run a back ground checks on patients, and employees of the clinic. It seemed that every one was cleaned. Except the former, Mr. Jerry Hatchkin. He was the first patient to be murdered. He had a past with selling illegal drugs. At first they asumed that it had to do with the drugs. But the other two that were murdered, had a clean background.
Chris was asleep on the couch, when Rita let herself into his apartment. Rita looked down at Chris, sleeping. He looked so innocent, and sweet. She kneeled next to the couch, playing with his hair. It was easy to see why she fell in love with him. He was everytihng she was looking for. He was caring, loving, handsome; he was prractically perfect.
She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips Chris stirred and slowly opened his eyes. His cool blue eyes stared into her emerald green ones. She smiled softly at him. "Hey sleepy head."
"Hey, Sunshine!" Chris's hand reached around tot he back of Rita's head. He gelntly pulled her head down, so that their lips collided in a passionate, love filled kiss. "How was your day at work?"
"Long!" Rita pushed Chris back some on the couch, so she could sit next to him. "How are you feeling?"
"My shoulder was begining to hurt, so I took one of my pills. Boy did it really work; I was out cold. That is unitl, my princess kissed me."
Chris smiled, his special smile, that he reserved or her only.
"Aww, you are so sweet. I see you took care of Dinner." Rita looked up towards the empty Kitchen.
"I am sorry Rita. I was going to cook, but my shoulder was really bothering me." Chris looked up at Rita, and she could tell he was really upset.
"Its ok, Chris. I prefer to not eat, then to have you in pain. Tell you what, to let you off the hook you may take me out to a nice romantic retsteraunt."
"That's all? I think i can do that." Chris got off the couch, and stretched his muscles. "Give me ten minutes to get ready, and we will go."
"So, I will be Chris Lorenzo, basicaly myself. Only instead of being a cop, I am a lawyer, and I was shot, by a client who lost."
"That is correct. And I am playing your over protective girlfriend. Who stays with you almost the whole time. Derek, is Jason Feilding, the new orderly. So, now that we have business out of the way, we can start our date."
"I like that." Chris leaned across the table and kissed Rita. He could taste the fruitiness of the wine. "How are you really doing, Rita?"
Rita is taken back by his question. "What do you mean?"
"You have spent the past two weeks worrying about me. I mean you are always at my apartment, and I love you being there, but you haven't taken anytime to take care of yourself. You went through a lot too, Sam."
"Chris, I am fine. It's sweet that you are worried about me. Don't forget, I took a week off work, before I went back. I am fine. You know I bounce back."
Chris gave Rita's hand a quick squeeze. "I know you do, but I also know that you have a tendency to hide your how you're feeling."
"Chris, I promis you that I am fine. I may be a little tired, but other than that I am fine. I think it is sweet how you worry about me." Rita leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss on his lips.
"This is a nice break from our usual, pizza and chineese at my apartment." Chris scanned his menu. "The Lobster, pasta looks good. What looks good to you?"
"I might get the grilled chicken salad. I heard that it is good."
The rest of the dinner was exceptionaly quiet. Chris and Rita didn't seem to mind though. They just enjoyed being with each other. Their realtionship seemed to be working out great, since they were taking things slow.
The next morning Chris was standing out in front of his loft. He was nervous about this whole thing. He didn't like the idea, that he couldn't back Rita up. He trusted Derek, just not with Rita's life.
He smiled as he saw her car turn the corner, and pulled up next to him. He wished she would drive his car, but she wouldn't 'drive that bucket of bolts if her life depened on it'. Which of course, shut him up.
"Morning, Chris." Rita pushed Chris's door open as she stopped in front of his loft
"You look wonderful this morning Rita." Chris leaned across to kiss Rita good morning.
"Why thank you. You don't look to bad yourself." Then Rita took a serious tone. "There is a few changes in the case Chris."
"Ok,what?"
"I am now your sister. My name will be Rita Lorenzo." Rita paused a brief moment. She liked the way Rita Lorenzo sounded. But she couldn't allow Chris to know that. She wanted to take things slow with him. Every relationship she had, turned out horrible. "Cap, thinks it will be better if you are single. That way if it's female; it'll be a more likely chance that she wil come forward."
Chris noticed the breif pause; he knew that she was thinking about her saying Rita Lorenzo. Truth was he loved the sound of it, but he had to move slow or the sake of Rita. She meant the world to him. "Ok, SIS. I Think I can do that."
"Good, plus, Derek will not begin working until tomorow, so try not to piss anybody off until then. If it isn't to much trouble."
"Now Rita when have I ever gotten into trouble?" Rita gave Chris a skeptical look. "Don't answer that?"
"That's what I thought." Rita took pitty on Chris and leaned over and kissed his rough jaw. "Still not shaving I see."
"For your information I enjoy having this stubble. It makes me feel more MANLY!" Chris flexed his muscles. " Plus I think it makes me look more handsome."
"Oh yes! I totaly agree."
"Is that sarcasm that I detect?"
Fifteen minutes later, Chris was standing in the middle of a tiny room. The walls were pale blue, and the room was empty except for a double bed, and a small chester drawers. Chris laid his duffel bag on the bed, and then sat down for himself.
"Ugh! This bed is hard as a rock. How do they excpet people to get better, with a bed as hard as this." Chris laid back, and stretched out.
"Chris, I am sure its not that bad. You are probably just over exagerating."
"No, for once I am not." Chris sat up. "Here sit down and see for yourself." Chris scooted over, so Rita could sit down next to him.
Rita sat down next to Chris. She had to agree with him, the bed was quite hard, just not hard as a rock. "Alright Chris I agree, the bed is pretty hard."
Chris din't say anytihng in response; instead, he pushed Rita down. His body covered hers. He leaned down and captured his lips in a hard, passionate kiss.
After the kiss ended, Rita looked into Chris' eyes. What she saw there, scared her a little. She saw utter and complete love and devotion. She could feel teh sexual tension between them. Trying to ease the atmosphere she spoke. "Now I see, you didn't care about how hard the bed was. You just wanted to kiss me."
Before Chris could reply, Rita kissed him, not as hard as before, but sweet, and even more passion filled. Chris wrapped his arms around Rita's waist, pulling him with her as he rolled onto his side. Rita wrapped her arms around Chris' neck.
There was a soft knock a the door. Chris and Rita seperated quickly. Rita jumped off the bed, and opened the door. On the other side was a women who was obviously in her mid 50's to early 60's.
"Hi, I'm am Nurse Anne. I am assuming you are Christopher Lorenzo?" She asked as she walked into the room.
"Yes, I am." Chris stood, and shook her hand.
"I am going to be your physical therepist. Believe em, you are in luck. I am the most experiance one here."
"I am glad." Chris noticed Rita just standing idly by, waitting to be introduced. "Nurse Philips, this is my, sister, Rita."
"Pleasure." Nurse Anne shook Rita's out stretched hand.
"Well, Chris I better, go. I'll come by, tommorow and check on you." Rita said, grabbing her purse.
"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow." Chris walked Rita, the five steps to the door. He leaned down and wishpered. "I love" In her ear.
"Me too."
"Well, Mr. Lorezo, I will give you a few minutes to get settle, then we will start your therapy." Nurse, Anne walked over to the door.
"Please, its Chris. Mr. Lorenzo is my father. "
"Aliright, Chris, you may call me Anne."
Chris liked Anne. She was very motherly; kinda like Frannie, his captian's wife. He enjoyed it. He and older ladies got along great. He had more respect for them, more than most people his age did. He Grandma Rose had taught him to respect everyone.
After putting all his clothes away, Chris laid back down on his bed. He wished Rita was here. He realy loved. He was glad, that everything was out in the open, so to speak. Of course, they were the only two who knew about their relationship, but still at least, they could admitt it now.
Chris smiled to himself, as he thought back to when he woke up in the hospital. Rita was sitting next to the bed, holding his hand. After everything that passed that awful night, she still mange to look absolutely gorgeous.
Chris was jekred out of his thoughts, by a knock at the door. "Chris! You decent?"
Chris smiled. "Yes, come on in Anne."
"If you are ready then, we will go down to the exercise room. And we will get started so we can get that arm of yours back to perfect."
"Alright. Let's get going,."
Chris and Anne walked down the coorider to the elevator. They took elvator from the 3rd floor, to the 1rst floor, where the 'gymn' was.
"Here, we will start with a few arm curls." Anne picked up a set of weights. "Here this is 30 llbs. I know uit seems light, but after being shot, there is evere muscle and tissue damage"
"Ok, you are the boss." Chris truthfully hated doing these stupid exercises. He was all to formaliar withn them. After a being shot by Debra Bouchard, Chris had gone through exstinsive physical therapy.
"So, you are a lawyer, huh?" Anne asked, she always wanted to get on a personal note with her patients. It always made things more easy.
"Yeah. I am a criminal lawyer."
"Is that so. Must be pretty interesting." Anne said.
"Yeah. It is."
"Ok, Chris, now we are going to go do a few stretches, with weights."
"Sounds good."
A young woman in abut her mid thirties walked over to them. She had shoulder length blonde hair, and pretty blue eyes. Chris couldn't help but think he had seen her from somewhere before.
"Anne, I'm sorry, to interupt you, but you havea hone clal on line five. I believe its, your husband." The yougner femal said.
"Thank you, Katrin. If you wouldn't mind staying with Mr. Lorenzo would you?"
"Not at all. I think he and I will be ok for a few minutes."
The first few minutes were filled with silence. Chris could tell Katrin knew him, but she wouldn't say anytihng. finaly he put it together.
"I know this is going to sound werid," Chris said, "But your name wouldn't happen to be Katrin VanPeirre?"
"Finally! " She smiled. "I was wondering how long iwas going to take you."
"Wow!" Chris got off the bench and pulled Katrin into a big hug. Katrin returned the hug.
"I can't believe its you!" Katrin kept saying over and over.
"I know! How long has it been?"
"Gosh! I'd have to say at least 10 years. I mean I left for France our junior year of college. Wow, I guess its been more about 15. That is too long."
"You were only supposed to be gone for what? 6 months?" Chris said going back to his stretches. His voices sound hurt, and a little angry.
"I know. I am sorry. But I had gotten a modeling job. Chris, you know I had always dreamed of being a model."
"I know, but why couldn't you have called me? You know I would have come there to be with you. We were engaged after all. I menaI had ot hear it from Jim and Bev."
"I guess I just wasn't ready. We wee soo young Chris. There was so much that i wanted to see."
"Listen, I better get going, I see Anne coming back. Maybe we can talk later?"
"Sure, I'll see you later."
Chris tossed and turned in his bed,. It was about 10:30, but Chris was exhausted, he usually never went to bed before midnight anymore. He and Rita always stayed up late talking on the phone. So much had transpired. He couldn't bleive that he ran into Katrin. What was she doin back in Palm Beach? Especially as a physical therapist? Chris closed his eyes and thought back to when he first met her. It was their sophomore year of high school.
Chris was walking down his walkway to his car. It was a bright, Autumn morning. He put his key in the door, and unlocked it. He looked up to get his bok bag. That was when he saw her!. She had long flowing blonde hair, beautiful face. She was dressed in short khaki shorts, with a light yellow tank top.
"Hey!" Chris yelled.
"Hi!" Katrina said! "I'm Katrina VanPeirre. I am staying with my garndparents for a while."
"I'm Chris Lorenzo. So, you are Jim and Bev' granddaughter. Nice to meet you."
"Thanks. You know my grandparents?" Katrin asked walking over towards him.
"Yes, I'm l am living with my Grandma Rose, and they are all good freinds." Chris loked at her for a minute then spoke again. "Do you need a ride?"
"Sure, I'd love that. My grand'rents want me to take the bus. So a ride would be great!"
After that, Chris and her rode ot school together, every day. They hung out all the time. About their senior year, was when they started dating. Chris thought back to when they first kiss. It was the night after their Senior prom. They were sitting at the beach.
Chris held, a sobbing Katrin. "Hey, now ssshhh. Don't crry. Things will be ok." Chris rubbed her back soothingly.
"No! It won't! Tommy played with me! He made me belive that he loved me. then when I slept with him, he dumped me!" Katrin sobbed, holding onto Chris,as if he was her life support and in some sense he was. They were bestfriends; closer than any two people could be.
"He was slime you could do so much better."
"I know I could. You even warned me about him. 'He is no good' you said. 'that he only wants one thing."
"Hey, we all have made mistakes. You will move on and find a guy that will treat you with love and respect. A guy who will treat you as his equal."
Katrin looked up into Chris' eyes. It was like she was staring into the depth of his soul. "Like you?" It came out barely a wishper.
"Like me," he agreed. then he leaned down and kissed her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck to bring him closer. He kissed her like she was the only girl int he world for him, and in some sense she was.
"UGH!" Chris's head scremed. "Stop thinking about her! You are with Rita now. All Katrin will do is break your heart again!" Chris covered his head with his pillow.
Katrin was walking towards Chris' room to talk with him some more, when a hand reached our of the broom closet and pulled her into it.
"Tommy! What the Hell do you think you are doing?" Katrin snapped at her assailint.
"Going to go talk to Lorenzo? I assume?" Tommy asked with a jealous rage.
"Even though its none of your business! But I am am!" Katrin said, pulling her arm out of his grasp.
"It is my business!! You are my wife!"
"No I am not! our divorce was final as of 3 weeks ago! Get over i!"
"No I won't you bleong to me! You will always belong to me. After all you don't want lorenzo to end up like the rest?!" Tommy threated., His comment scared Katrin. She had no idea what he mean by 'the rest'
"Stay ways from me and Chris!" Katrin left the closet. She wished Tommy would leave her alone. Thankfully he din't know about the baby she was caring in her.
She walked the rest of the way to Chris' room. She knoced weakly on the door. Chris got up and answered it. He saw her stadning on the other side, with tears forming in her eyes.
"Hey, are you ok?" Chris asked pulling her into his room.
"NO!" By now, Katrin was sobbing.
Chris pulled Katrin down onto the bed. He enveloped her in his arms. He clutched tightly to him in response. "Hey come on, no more tears. It will be ok. "
After a few minutes Katrin pulled herself to gether. "Now why don't you tell me what's wrong." Chris aksed.
"Ok, well about 5 years ago, I was living in Alanta going to school. Well, I ran into Tommy and he seemed o nice and changed that we started going out again. I never could say no to him." Katrin let out an exasperated sigh.
"Hey, it's gonna be ok." Chris tried ot soothe her. "I'm here. Don't worry."
"Chris, I'm really scared. He driking alot, and he threatened me today."
"You saw him today?"
"Yes. He said that if I went near you that you would end up like all the others. He is really unstable, Chris. I"m worried. Chris, I have never seen him this out of control before."
"Don't worry, if you don't feel to uncomfortable with it, why don't you say what happened?"
"Well about 3 years ago we got married. He started beating me abut a yer after being married. Since both my grandparents are dead, and the general and I had a falling out I couldn't got there, so I stay with him. well about a year ago I got fed up. I filed for divorce and moved here. Well Tommy found me about a 6 months ago. He attacked me and raped me after stalking me for 4 months. " Katrin finally stopped talking for a minute. She took a deep breathe then continued. "I became pregant because of it,. My divorce is final now, and he doesn't know aoubt the baby, but he is still stalking me."
"Don't you worry about a thing, I will take care of everything!" Chris pulled down the covers on the bed. "Here, why don't you try and go to sleep. I have to go make a quick phone call. So, I'l go inot my bathroom, so I won't disturb you."
Katrin crawled underneath the covers, but not before placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thank you so much Chris. I don't know, what I'd do without you. You always seem to be there when I need you the most."
"And I always will. Now go to sleep." Chris pulled the covers up over her, as if she was a little child, being tucked in.
"Ok," Katrin closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep almost instantly.
Chris stayed next to her for a few minutes, just watching her. They spent a many of nights like this. Some times if Katrin was scared or somehting bad had happened to her, she would crawl through his bedroom window. And he would hold her for the rest of the night.
Finally Chris got up off hte bed. He looked at his watch. It was midnight. Chris hadn't realized how fast the time gone by. He was suposed to call Rita almost an hour ago. He got his cellphone out and went into the bathroom. He dailed Rita's number.
Rita groggily sat up in her bed. she blindly reached for the phone. "Lance."
"Rita it's me Chris. Listen you need to get here quick! I know who the killer is, but you have to get here quick!" Chris had a bit of panick in his voice.
"What?!" Rita found herself suddenly wide awake. "Who? How? When? What's going on?"
"There is no ti...me." Chris' word slurred as he was hit on the behind.
Rita notices the chage in Chris' voice. She start's getting panicky.
"CHRIS?! CHRIS?! Are you there?"
All Rita hears is the sound of a click. She jumps out of bed, and throws on a quick outfit! "Oh my god !! Oh my god!!"
Chris's eyes opened slowly. Everytihng seemed fuzzy at first, but after a few mintes everytihng came to focus. He lokoed down. He was tied up on the bed, with Katrin. The only diefference was that she had duct tape over her mouth and he didn't.
"Well, Well, welcome to the living Lorenzo!" A cold voice drawled form by the door. He puffed on a cigerette.
"Tommy! I knew it was you!" Chris spat out. "You were always a jerk! You never treat Katrin right!" Chris tried wiggling hi arms,trying to get them out of the tape off.
"Oh, like you were so much better! You were always trying PEFECT!!" Tommy Screamed, like a lunatic. He cocked the gun and jammed it at Chris's temple.
"I never was perfect, but I did have class,. And I knew how to treat Katrin with respect. Something you never did!" Chris spat out, slowling lossing his calmness.
Rita raced down the 3rd floor corridor towards, Chris's room. When she reached it she softly bagned on the door. "Chris? Its me? You there?" After a few minutes, Rita banged again, this time a little more loudly. "CHRIS!! COME ON!! THIS ISN'T FUNY!!!"
Chris hated hearing the panick and worry in Rita's voice, but what could he do. Tommy had moved the gun from his head to Katrin's. He couldn't risk endangering her.
Tommy whispered in his ear. "Get her to leave. If you don't you're little girlfriend here will dies." Tommy voice was cold and ful of hatred.
"Rita Lee!" Chris' voice was a little shaky. "I can't come to the door rihgt now!1 I am in bed, really tired, come back tomorrow, Sam!"
Rita caught on how he used her names almost imeiatley! She counted silently to three and kicked the door open. She came face to face with Tommy, but he was holding Chris in front of him, as a human shield.
Frozen still, Rita couldn't move. She couldn't take the risk of getting Chris shot. She had to talk to Tommy and get him to back down.
"Tommy, put the gun down. Nobody gets hurt!"
"Don't you see, If i do that! Then Lorenzo will get her! He always gets her!! But she is my wife!!" Tommy said, pointing the gun at Chris' head. His hands were shaky.
Rita loked over towards the bed to see Katrin tied up. That must of been who Tommy was talking aobut. A pang of jeaousy hit Rita. What did he mean by 'always gets her'?
Chris spoke up," Tommy, if you shoot me, Rita will shoot you, and we both will die. Or you can just put the gun down, and we both will live."
"I might die, but atl least I know that you will be dead with me!"
Tommy's eyes were grey as smoke and his voice was ice cold.
It all hppened in a flash. Tommy pushed Chris forwards and aimed his gun, but Rita was quicker. Her bullet flew and hit Tommy in the chest. Tommy fell down to the ground before he could even fire his gun.
Chris kneeled next him to feel for a pulse while, Rita untied Katrin. Chris looked up sadly up at the two women. He shook his head sadly.
Katrin kneeled next to Tommy. She looked really sad. "I know he wasn't always like this. There was some good in him. He did love me." A tear slid down her cheek.
Chris pulled her into a tight hug. He gently smoothed the hair on the back of her hair. "Hey, don't worry, Katrin, it'll be ok. Hey, come on, things will be ok."
Rita just stood bye watching th interaction of the two. After a few minutes, she finally left to go out into the hall to call captain and to talk to the nurses.
Katrin hung onto Chris, sobbing. "Chris! I'm pregnant! What am I going to do? > I can't go through this alone!"
"Ssshh...Hey Now!! Don't you worry, I'll be here for you, every step you need me." Chris kissed the top of her head.
Later in the day, Chris and Rita are sitting on the beach, holding each other. Rita seems distracted. Chris gently rubs her shoulders, lovingly. "You ok Rita?"
"Yeah, I was just thinking about Katrin." Rita let out a sigh and leaned back agianst Chris. "What exactly were you two each other?"
Chris took a deep breathe. He knew this talk was going to happen sooner or later. "Rita, through high school and college, Katrin and I were best friends. We even dated. Ok actually we were engaged, but she left me to go model in France. It took me a while to get over her, but after a while I was dating girls to get over you not her." Chris took Rita's hands into his and looked deply into his eyes, as if he was looking into her soul. "Rita, I love you heart and soul."
"Oh Chris!" Rita wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love ou too."
Chris pulled a box out of his pockket. "Rita, I know we have only been dating for a few weeks, but we have been in love with each other for so much longer.... Will you mary me, Rita Lee Fontana Lance?"
Rita smiled huge and began to cry a little. She pulled Chris back inot a hug. "YES!! YES!!"
*~Authors note! I am interested in any comments. I do not own, Harry, or Franie or Chris or Rita., Tommy, Katrin and Anne are my property. Please send me any feedback good or bad.. This is not the last part in this series. I will have more later :) I want to thank Kellie for all her help!