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Tony stared at the ceiling. Grey concrete and cold. That was the sum of it: cold. Steel bars clanked outside his cell, and he didn't even bother to look around. He laid on the static blanket, head on the plastic covered pillow slowly easing out of the case, staring up at the cracked ceiling. The banging on the bars of his cell made his head turn.

"Almeida, stand up, face the wall," said a voice.

Two guards. He stood and faced the wall, dreading this encounter, waiting to see what was going to happen. He had "mouthed off" to one of the guards earlier, if mouthing off was asking perfectly legitimate questions and citing an ass where there was one. He felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck where one of the guards had smacked him with his nightstick. Tony let out a scream of pain and crumbled down the wall.

"You need to learn respect, prisoner," said the other guard, kicking him.

Tony bit his lip, trying to stop from screaming out, but ended up coughing up blood onto the floor instead. A particularly nasty strike in the back from the nightstick caused Tony to scream out for her.

"Michelle."
It was almost a reflex, like a wounded teenager crying out for his mother, to save him, he cried for Michelle. The love of his life.

The guards merely laughed at this, each taking a final swipe at him before stepping back.

"There's a lesson for you," said one of them.

"You know," said Tony, the pain evident in his voice as he turned, leaning on the wall slightly and just managing to prop himself off the floor, to look at them, "About a month ago I was the boss of your boss, and his boss," he said, finding that this at least gave his bloody lip a reason to spread into a slight grin.

"How times change, prisoner," said one of the guards with a cackle, giving Tony another smack in the stomach.

Tony screamed.

"Tony, Tony," said a voice.

He opened his eyes to her beautiful face, feeling her soft warm skin around him, in his arms, feeling his pulse calm at the sight of her hovering over him with a crinkle in her brow.

"Michelle," he said, relief evident in his voice, "You're here."

"Of course I'm here sweetheart," she said.

As he woke up more, his mind quickly flew through the progression of events. Getting off at his trial, going home with her to their house, undressing each other, making love to her, falling asleep with her cradled against his chest, certain that they were still deeply, madly in love, no matter how much other forces tried to tear them apart.

"God I just had the worst nightmare," he said to her, bringing a hand to his face.

She took his hand off his face so she could look at him, and put it in her own, interlocking her fingers with his.

"It's over, baby," she said quietly after a few seconds.

"It's over," he repeated, closing his eyes and repeating it to himself, "It's over."

Realization and relief seeped through his body. He was nowhere near back to normal, that would take time; they both needed to heal. But for now, he could accept that it was indeed over. Pulling her closer to him, he tightened his grip around her, reaching one hand to her face and brushing a curl behind her ear, next resting his hand on her cheek. He sighed and closed his eyes for a second at the feel of her face, her in his arms, warmth. Such a contrast to the cold bitterness of the cell in his dream.

"I will always love you," he breathed as his eyes closed, and he drifted off to sleep, Michelle having already joined him, unconsciously tightening her grip around her lover, her best friend, her husband.

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