Here it is: The conclusion…I really did not plan anything else to say here so just read and review okay!

--

"You want to search my flat? What for?" asked a confused Jacqueline Ryalls as Geoff and Bridgette forced their way into her flat.

"Ms. Ryalls we have a warrant that allows us to search your home for anything that could've been used as a murder weapon." Geoff said, as Bridgette, white plastic gloves and all carried her somewhat bulky black kit inside.

"But…but Gwen was my friend." Jacqueline protested.

"Precisely, you were Gwen's friend, and a good friend would get reasonably angry if they saw their friend's husband do a little lip locking with someone else."

"But you took angry to a whole new level didn't you, Ms. Ryalls?" Geoff asked, facing her, and making sure she made no sudden movements, "you said so yourself, you didn't even know that it was Tracy who kissed him first until a while later."

"But…but…" Jacqueline was struggling with her words right now and spotted Bridgette moving carefully to one of her tables, where her guitar and a few guitar strings were laid, " That's just guitar string, I was replacing a broken one on my guitar…what are you doing?"

Bridgette turned around, her ponytail making a slight swish sound as she did, "Oh, do you want a quick lesson in forensics? Well, right now I'm checking it for blood."

"There's no blood, you can see that's there's no stains," Ryalls retorted quickly, walking quickly to where the forensic anthropologist was, with hands outstretched. Geoff stopped her as she got closer though.

In response to her statement, Bridgette held one of the strings up and gently wiped it with a cotton swab. She placed the string down and got a small glass vial containing some kind of liquid from her kit.

"If the liquid turns blue when I stick this swab in, that means that the string came in contact with blood," she explained to not only Jacqueline but Geoff as well. Slowly she did as she had said, and gradually the liquid in the vial turned, sure enough, blue.

"Alright then, Ms. Jacqueline Ryalls, you are under arrest for the murder of Trent Hannigan," Geoff said as he whipped out his handcuffs and proceeded to handcuff the speechless singer.

"But, wait! I didn't mean to, it was an accident, I swear!" She said quickly in a panicked voice, "I mean, I could handle the flirting, and the annoying talking during other's performances up to a 

point, but when I saw Trent and Tracy kissing, I just lost it! Went right over the edge, I had had it with him! I kept thinking about how Gwen would feel…but I didn't want to kill him! I just wanted to scare him, he was bigger than me, I didn't think…"

"He was sick and under medication, he couldn't have fought back," Bridgette snapped back.

"Well, I didn't know! So to scare him I just snuck up on him, with one of my guitar strings and just pulled…But then he started falling forward, and he just… died, okay! But it was felt so peaceful then, it was finally peaceful, no interruptions, no self advertising, no…anything…"she trailed off, leaving only silence in the room as the two investigators eyed each other warily.

--

The funeral was quite nice, granted it was a funeral but it was nice nonetheless. Gwen had insisted that they come along, since they had finally been able to put Trent, his family as well as her at ease. She was still going to stay at Bridgette apartment for a while, just enough time for her to settle in this new, albeit sad life. The service was lovely, Geoff had thought, although he wouldn't really know since this was his first funeral he's attended.

The funeral had long ended, and most of the guests as well as Gwen had gone to their respected homes. Geoff was still at the cemetery, however, looking for his partner, after the service ended she had quietly slipped out, to who knows where. But her car was still in the lot so Geoff decided that she couldn't have gone far. He finally found her, sitting peacefully on a bench placed among the graves, her back facing him.

"You know, this is my first funeral I've ever went to," Geoff said. Not the best conversation starter in the world though.

"Well, lucky you," Bridgette replied, still not turning around to face him. It wasn't a sarcastic or insulting reply; in fact it didn't have much of a pinpoint-able attitude at all.

"This is the third funeral I've been too," she continued, as Geoff approached her, not entirely sure what to say.

'Really? Who were the other two?' Geoff asked, although he had a sinking feeling that he would regret asking it.

Bridgette said nothing, but instead pointed to two gravestones, side by side, close to where she was sitting. He walked up to the graves, and although the epitaph was covered with slowly creeping vines, he could still make out the names: CHRISTINE ADDY-DODSON and BRENNAN SEELY DODSON.

"Bridge…are they…" he really didn't want to ask the question, but almost felt compelled to at the same time.

"Yeah, they're my parents: my dad died of cancer when I was five so I don't remember the funeral much. My mom died when I was twenty-three, just a few months after I graduated from university." Geoff silently made his way to the bench and sat down beside her.

"I'm sorry," he said at last, after a moment of silence.

"It's okay; I've learned to accept it. It's a fact of life; all relationships are only temporary, romantic or family. Especially in my case," the last part was said so quietly that if Geoff hadn't been so close he wouldn't have heard it.

"You're wrong," he said, making Bridgette raise her head to look at him. "You may still be the smartest person I know but in this case you're wrong. You're parents are still with you, in your heart, heck, I'm sure that they're proud of everything you've done. And as for romantic relationships, everyone has someone. My dad always said that for every person put on this planet there would always be a perfect someone just right for them. Someone who they'll be happy to spend the rest of their lives with. You just have to find him." With that, he placed a hand on her knee, reassuring her. Although somewhere in the back of his head a tiny voice was hoping that 'maybe she already has.'

Bridgette was quiet for a few moments, thinking about what Geoff had said and staring at where her knee and his hand joined. Finally, she smiled at him, and embraced him in a warm and comfortable hug.

"Thanks Geoff…for just being here for me." While they continued hugging, Bridgette thought about his speech, and while the cynical part of her brain was thinking that it was scientifically improbable that people will gradually find 'the one,' the hopeful part of her was thinking 'maybe I already have.'

She's not afraid, she just likes to use a nightlight.

--

How's that for a big fluffy ending, huh? And yes, we will be seeing Gwen again.

Yeah I used the song "Her Eyes" by Pat Monahan for the ending (the same song sung by Trent in the beginning) I thought it was a nice touch.

I also took some artistic license with Bridgette's parents, although, if you look at the website bio, it mentions nothing of her father, just her mother, (very interesting...). The dead parents thing will be an important aspect of the next of this series, The Santa Under the Ice. (Are you kidding us?) No I am not. Still, it'll be a bit more light than this one, despite the dead Santa and everything...

Anyways please drop a nice review, it'll help me get through the hardship that is school.