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Jordan was shocked to hear him just say that but she was sure he had an explanation. "What happened?" she softly asked.

Mark ran his hand through his hair as he tried to think of the words to explain this. "We only worked together for a couple of weeks. He was a rookie, cocky as hell. We were apart of this huge drug bust. I told him to stay back but I didn't learn till latter he hadn't listened. It got heavy quick, nothing went according to plan. Shots were being fired. I saw someone moving and shot them. He should've stayed back." He explained. Hating that day so much at the moment. And he would hate it always. That was the day he decided to leave New York. He simply couldn't handle it any longer.

"Mark you can't blame yourself for his mistake." Jordan thought it was crazy that she was realized. The call made it sound like something unforgivable, something that would change her view on the man she now loved.

"I should've paid attention. I let the rush and the adrenaline take over. If I had focused the way I should've he would still be alive. That's a fact. And one I'll always have to live with." Mark explained then looked at Jordan for the first time since he spoke. "What made you ask? What happened?"

Jordan felt guilty about it now. The fact she had started to doubt him. "The phone call. He started telling me I didn't really know you. He made it sound so bad. I'm sorry Mark, I should've have let him get to me." She softly said.

Mark stood from his seat on the sofa and walked up to her. "It doesn't matter." He wrapped his arms tightly around her, never wanting to let go.

"I just want it to be over." Jordan said into the curve of his neck.

Mark didn't say anything because there was nothing to say. The truth was there as nothing to go on. Why this person was coming after Jordan. He let go of her after a couple of minutes when his cell phone began to ring from the kitchen table. "Let me get that."

Jordan nodded as he headed to the kitchen. Mark quickly headed outside the back door to hear better. For some odd reason, cell phones rarely worked in her house. She wondered where Morales went. She walked to the front door as there was a knock. It was Calvin Sanford. "Have you seen Morales? He said he was going to wait outside for you." she asked as she let him in.

"No. There was no one out there." Calvin answered. "Have you guys found anything knew about the killer?" he asked.

"No. Everything seems to be a dead end. You said you might have something helpful. What is it?" Jordan asked. Without thinking about it her mind thought of Mark. Where was he? If it was a very important call he would've said something before he stepped outside.

"Well I was thinking and everything points to the killer being someone with power. Like a cop." Calvin simply said as he slowly walked around the living room.

Something was off, very off. She watched him and listened. She listened very hard.

"He's very smart. He's been doing this so long and hasn't been caught. It's as if he knows our every move so he knows what to expect. How to stay one step ahead. Funny, it's as if," he stopped walking, right in front of her. "-he knows your every move."

She knew that voice. He spoke simple before but now his last couple of words he spoke in the way he did on the phone. In that chilling soft voice that haunted her every moment since it all began. Jordan's heart began to race and her mind started thinking, focusing. "What did you do to Morales and Mark?" she asked.

He smiled and it seemed so evil in Jordan's eyes. "I don't know." He said with a shrug.

"You bastard. It was you all along. This whole time, you killed Michael and all those woman right?" Jordan asked. And now he was there to kill her, she figured.

"I've always loved how smart you are. Yes I killed all those woman, practice for what I had in store of you. And Michael, well now I couldn't very well let another man be with you. Even if you don't want to accept it Jordan, you be long to me." He said in the same chilling voice he always used on the phone.

"Is your real name Calvin Sanford?" Jordan asked. Her eyes never leaving him. She needed to find away out of this but at the moment she didn't know how that would be possible.

"Yes, everything you know about me is real. I didn't mean to start killing but you mad me so mad. I just snapped. It's all about you Jordan." Calvin explained.

Jordan shook her head. "So tell me, how did I get that much power? How did I make you snap?" she asked. Slowly her fear was turning into anger and hate.

Calvin smiled again, making Jordan sick. "The first day you came into the station you bumped into me, do you remember?"

Jordan shrugged. "No I don't. That was many years ago." She pointed out. She saw that he was slowly losing his clam. The vein in his neck began to thump.

"We bumped into each other. You were very nice. Nicer then everyone else. After that you would say hi every morning and smile when you passed me. But I realized later it didn't mean anything to you. That's just how you were with everyone. I didn't like that. A couple of weeks later as you were leaving I asked you out and again you smiled then said no. I was angry. Then soon the smiles and the hi's stopped. That's when it started." Calvin explained.

Jordan saw something was changing in his mind, he seemed distracted by something. She guessed he was becoming angry and it showed. "You started killing because I said no to a date?"

"You were so sure it was someone from one of your past cases that killed your hubby. I got a kick out of that. It was one of the first times you were wrong right? It doesn't matter, now you know it's been me all along. I understand your need for the answers to the questions that had been nagging your mind but fun time is over." Calvin said. "I wanted there to be something between us but now I understand it'll never happen so I just have to still for killing you."

He was so close, Jordan thought. He had a syringe in his left hand with something she knew wouldn't be good. How would she fight him? He was taller and bigger then she but she's taken down bigger guys in the past. But they didn't have police training. There was no way she could give up this easily.

No, she thought over and over. All the anger from the last couple of years, seeing Michael killed, it all flashed in her mind. She kept stepping back and he kept coming forward. Good let him think she was scared. But strangely it was the farthest thing from her mind. "Wait!" she said with her palms out before her.

And Calvin stopped. "I don't have times for your little games Jordan. This is to put you in awake coma. I hope you didn't your death would simple like the others." He explained.

Jordan winced at that comment because nothing about the others was simple. "You freak. How can you be so stupid? You can't do anything right? That's why you have to use that needle because you're worthless." She yelled as she watched him get madder.

"You bitch. You have no idea what you're talking about!" Calvin yelled but he hadn't moved.

"Yes I do! You're worthless! That's why you killed because all those women knew it too. They saw you for what you are. A pathetic excuse for a man!" Jordan yelled and she meant every word.

Calvin was clearly passed mad. He was panting and shaking. In a spilt second he lunged at her. "No!" Jordan yelled as she kneed him in the gut, causing him to drop the needle. He bent down in pain; she used that time to kick him in the face with all her strength. She hadn't realized it but tears were streaming down her cheeks. And she screamed "I hate you." Over and over.

Jordan couldn't say how but Calvin pulled her to the ground. They began to struggle. The knife he pulled from his ankle was inches from her face. She had his wrists, trying to push him away. At that moment she felt it was the end.

She continued to fight but the knife slowly got closer. He was yelling something but she could hear because everything was distant. All that mattered what that knife. Right then, the second she felt it was all over. Reality came back. All of a sudden Calvin wasn't on top off her. He was bleeding beside her from a gunshot wound. Mark helped her up from the floor.

Mark had kicked Calvin in the face causing him to fly off of her and then he shot him.

"Oh my god, are you ok?" Jordan asked as she looked at Mark bleeding from his side and lip.

"I will be." Mark said as he touched her face. "Are you ok?" he asked. Trying not think of the pain in his ribs. Calvin thought he knocked him out good, maybe killed him, but no such luck, he thought.

Jordan shook her head. Tears still coming down. "Yes. I'm perfect. It's finally over Mark. We have to get you to the hospital." She said as she looked him over again.

Before Mark could say anything Morales came busting through the door. "What happened?" he asked.

"Where were you?" Jordan asked. She thought Calvin got to him too.

"You and Mark wanted to talk. Sanford wasn't coming so I went to get something to eat. What happened?" Morales asked.

Jordan and Mark laughed, they couldn't help it. "Sanford is the killer and now he's dead over there on the floor." She explained. The look on Morales face was priceless. "You take care of this. I need to get Mark to the hospital." She explained as she helped Mark toward the door.

"He's speechless." Mark said as they neared the car.

"Yeah. He's going to feel like an idiot later."

"I bet he feels like one now. He missed all the action." Mark said once they were inside the car.

"I'm just glad it's finally over. Now let's go get you taken care of. Once you're all nice and healed up we can celebrate this victory right." Jordan said as she backed out of the drive way.

"There's something to look forward too."

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AN: This is the end. I hope you liked it because I did. I loved writing this chapter. Review and let me know of what you thought of 'Could I be you!'

Thanks and goodbye,

Isabelle A.