Aww guys this is sad, the final chapter. I want to thank all of you loyal readers and reviewers for sticking with me and I hope you've all enjoyed Suspect Covers. And I want to give a big SCREW YOU to CBS for canceling the show.

I have the first chapter of my next story done so look for that in the next few days! It will be Mick/Gina as always but not the sequel to this story. You may want to look forward to a sequel sometime though (;

Disclaimer: if only it was mine...

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One of the hotel managers had soon rushed over to Mick and Gina's room with a new key, graciously thanking them for luring the killer and saving the resort's reputation as a safe place for rich people. A crowd of guests had gathered due to the noise, looking at the broken door in awe.

Ruby and Chantal stood in awe, in front of their men for the night, on the opposite side of the hall from Margie and the Australian man she had been with in the pool.

As the two profilers finished packing their bags and wheeled their suitcases out, moving to their new room for the night, Margie huffed venomously.

"I knew you two were posers. She's too ugly to be a gold digger like me," she spat, rolling her eyes.

"How about you shut up, skank? You tried to steal her boyfriend and he ain't even rich!" Chantal retorted, snapping her fingers sassily.

"Girl you don't even have real hair! You sleep with morons, not smart FBI agents like she does," Ruby laughed, joined by several of the hallway's inhabitants as Margie fumed.

"What EVER, you guys are total squares. Come back when you're fetch as me… or when you can afford it!" Margie smirked, taking the Australian by the arm and leading him off.

Chantal shouted a fair few profanities after her, eliciting another round of laughter from the crowd.

"So you guys work for the FBI? That's so cool! You're like smart and stuff, and you help victims," Ruby gushed, walking alongside Gina as she and Mick approached their new room.

"Yeah, we're profilers. We hunt serial killers, like the guy we just apprehended. It's heavy work but pretty rewarding," Gina smiled, Mick nodding behind her.

"Are you two really together then? Cause, I mean, if you're not, there's plenty of girls who would wanna get with that hot Brit, whether he's loaded or not," Chantal asked, shrugging casually as the group reached the door.

Mick and Gina shared a look before the Brit turned back to the other women, "Sorry love, I'm off the market."

Both girls' expressions dropped, but as their boyfriends caught up to them, they walked off as the profilers' door closed.

"How does it feel to be so popular with the ladies?" the blonde grinned apprehensively, wondering how he was reacting to so many girls still interested in him, regardless of his wealth.

"They only want me cause I look pretty. It's like being at a bar dedicated to finding one night stands. Not that I've been to many of those…" he quickly covered, rather awkwardly looking away at an apparently fascinating spot of wallpaper.

"Of course. This is our last night at the hotel, sadly. We'd better make the most of it," she winked, sauntering to the neatly made bed and gracefully plopping down, waiting for him to join her. When he didn't immediately rush over, but stood by their suitcases, she blinked questioningly. He finally walked over but sat down a foot from her.

"Forgive me, love, if I spoil the mood, but I'd like to know," he began, pausing to gauge her reaction. When she nodded to encourage him, Mick continued, "When he forced me to, er, eat you out, your reaction seemed very… real."

"We've all done things we're not proud of. That's it," she cut him off, blurting the explanation out rather quickly. He took the hint she wasn't ready to say much more on the subject, and sighed as she tensed up, quite obviously no longer in the mood.

Mick stood once again and walked back to his suitcase, opening it and shuffling around the designer clothes he'd likely have to return for one of the few things he'd bought with his own money. Finding the light blue box, he smiled triumphantly and returned to the bed, this time sitting with his leg pressed against hers, though he was fairly certain she'd shifted away.

"This is for you. I purchased it myself, not with FBI funds, so you'd bloody better like it," he grinned, giving her his most charming smile as he presented the box.

Her first thought was it was an engagement ring, as it was obviously from Tiffany's. But the box was too flat and wide, all the wrong proportions to be a proper engagement ring box. Not that her parents had ever bothered to buy her many pieces of fine jewelry, no, her sister got all those, but it looked more like a necklace box to her.

Shock must've been obvious on her face, because he smirked and told her no, he wasn't proposing… yet.

She gently took the box from him and opened it, looking to see a large but delicate platinum heart in the typical Tiffany's style.

"No…" she gasped, shoving the box back at him. His face dropped instantly.

"What do you bloody mean 'no'? You don't like it? You bloody better like it…" he scowled, fingers locking around the box in a menacing grasp.

"Oh, I love it, but, I mean, it's platinum. And it's not one of the tiny hearts. It's the best necklace anyone's ever given me but it just seems like a lot…" she spluttered, reaching for the box once again, but he wasn't letting it go so easily this time.

"Can I not spend a couple thousand on you without you trying to give it back?" Mick huffed, finally releasing the box to her once again.

"I'll be more grateful next time," she winked, smiling at him as he finally settled back down, "Though you obviously bought this before we even left. How did you know I'd agree to anything with you?"

Sheepishly, "I didn't. This was my last resort."

"Oh Mick," Gina sighed, leaning in to kiss him as she gently pulled the necklace from its hold in the box to put around her neck.

His hands took it from hers and wrapped around her to clasp the necklace shut, remaining on the back of her neck to pull her closer to him.

Mick had fallen asleep an hour or so before, collapsing onto her before reluctantly climbing off and retreating to his own half of the bed to rest, but Gina found herself unable to drift off.

She was fairly certain it wasn't because she was overly upset or nervous to be leaving the resort. It had been nice, but she'd always lived a fast-paced life and lounging around aimlessly so much was odd. Sure, it meant less time with the Brit, but they'd still see each other almost every day and night. Just not for almost every minute of the day.

Maybe it was the thrill of him stating his intent to propose was in the distant future, but real nonetheless. The 'yet' he had tacked on with a wink and million dollar smile made her happy thinking about it, and she smiled to herself in the darkness.

The new necklace around her neck dangled slightly above her skin, held up by her right hand as she toyed with it. Having not worn her usual necklace, given to her by her grandmother, it was possible the returned weight was just taking a bit of getting used to.

But she knew the most likely explanation for why she couldn't sleep was Mick's question. Or implied question, at the least. She'd cut him off before he could really ask anything. Someday she'd have to tell him the truth, what she'd done after the worst fights with her family, specifically with her father. What his words had driven her younger self to do. And he'd likely understand, but there were things he hadn't told her yet and those things could all wait.

She turned her head, still fiddling with the Tiffany's pendant, to look at him. Watching him as he slept, peacefully unconscious and very softly snoring, comforted her a fair bit, and her eyelids drooped down.

"Do you want me to hold you?"

Gina screamed, jolting back, as Mick rolled over sleepily.

"It's just me, love. No need to get all worked up," he chuckled, eyes still half closed as his left side plopped onto the mattress, now facing the blonde.

"I thought you were asleep," she blurted, and he gave her a tired 'no kidding' look.

"I was, but I can always tell when someone's watching me. It wakes me up. Prolly a sniper thing," Mick explained, yawning loudly to let her know he intended to go back to sleep as soon as possible.

She mouthed 'oh', not sure if he could read her lips in the dark, but when he smiled softly and lifted an arm, she nodded and he draped it over her, pulling himself closer. With her body firmly nestled against the Brit's, Gina quickly fell asleep herself, breathing soon synchronizing to match his.

Mick and Gina strolled into the police department, once again wearing matching Chanel floral shirts and white jeans.

Beth groaned and buried her head in her hands while Prophet smirked.

"Hey Coop, feel free to send me and Gina on any future undercover missions," the Brit called out, waving to the black man as he joined them in the room.

"Changing your mind about going undercover, huh man?" Prophet laughed, leaning back against the desk in the center of the office.

"Only if he's got a pretty blonde with him," Gina winked, nudging her partner in the ribs playfully.

"A specific pretty blonde," Mick added, eliciting another laugh from Prophet.

"You two really make me sick, you know that? One week in a resort for mindless rich people and your brains melt," Beth grumbled, turning to finish packing her bag so they could leave.

"There you go again, always packed and ready to be the first one out. If I have Penelope look up your file what's she gonna find, eh?" he asked, glaring at the shorter brunette while Prophet and Gina laughed again.

"Your dead body, that's what she'll find."

Even Cooper joined in on the chuckling that time, before telling the team it was time to head home. Beth was off like a rocket, speeding to the police station's door but maintaining a walk so she didn't look overly eager to be free.

Prophet and Mick wasted no time quickly catching up to Beth to taunt her more, rubbing her head and daring her to bring out her secret weapon. Gina just giggled from Mick's left, pressed against his side as he kept his left arm firmly wrapped around her.

Coop followed them out, smiling at his team.