NYPD Blue Fanfiction

Mary Cecilia's Fanfic

The Truth Comes Out

Hey again guys, after writing my alternate ending for "22 Skidoo", I thought, well, I have to be honest and say that, well, deep down inside, I really really liked Rita ad John's relationship, so... here's an extended ending, rather than an alternate one. Me hopes you likes.

SCENE 1

Rita's House. (Formerly shared by her then-husband
Don) 2:00 AM.



:: After sitting in the waiting room of the hospital
for three hours, and repeating tonight’s' events four
or five times to the press, Rita was finally back home.
Connie, since Andy wanted to stay with the boss at the
hospital, gave Rita a ride. Rita insisted that she was
fine to drive, but Connie sensed otherwise, and also
told Rita that when she felt like returning to work,
she would give her a ride, seeing as Rita's car was
still down at the station house because she road to the
hospital in the same ambulance as the Lieutenant.::

::Connie, being as big hearted as she is, repeatedly
told Rita she could sleep over if she wanted some
company, but for some reason, more than anything,
Rita wanted to be alone tonight.::

::As Rita Slipped into some pajama bottoms, and a
pink cami-top, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
Sitting down on her king size bed, she thought to
herself "Was it partly her fault that Tony was where
he was right now?" "Could she have somehow prevented
the shooting altogether?" And with that, she fell into
a soft slumber, pondering that question, again and
again.::



SCENE 2

JR’s apartment. 2:00 AM



::Jr., unlike Rita, arrived home at midnight. Noticing
a slip of paper half way under his door when first
arriving home, he picked it up and began to read.

              John,
                I came over with some
              food. Stayed for an hour
              waiting for you, but had
              to leave. I work from 5
              until 2, and need to get
              a couple hours of sleep
              before then. Sorry.
                        xoxo
                          Jenn  ::

:: After reading this he crumpled up the paper and
tossed it on the floor in his apartment. He was a bit
relieved, he just wanted to be alone tonight. He had a
lot on his mind, and although he knew it wouldn't take
his mind off of things, he sat down on his love seat
and tuned on the TV. While he sat there, he subconsciously
tossed the cordless phone from hand to hand, sort of
deciding if he should call Jenn or not. Then into his
head popped another question; Should he have ever called
her?::

:: He sat for two whole hours thinking about that, while
staring blankly at the lit up box in front of him.
Suddenly he got up, turned off the TV and all of the
lights, grabbed his keys, and left his apartment.::



SCENE 3

JR’s Car



::John continued to go over today’s events in his
mind, but the only ones he could think of were the
ones that included Rita.::

::Since it was so early in the morning, there were
barely any cars in the road. Wanting to again run
over today’s event, he came across one that he had been
skipping. This morning. Him. Jennifer. The Bottle of
honey. But for some reason, right now, that didn't
interest him that much. Right now, hard as it was to
do, he needed to stay awake, alert, and focused on
the road in front of him. He knew he had now been
driving for at least fifteen minutes, but he thought
that was odd, seeing how Jenny only lives ten minutes
away from his house. But inside, he knew where he was
headed. After another ten minutes or so of driving, he
turned off his car, and walked up to the front door of
this gorgeous yet simple one story house. Although all
the lights inside were off, he didn't notice because of
how tired he was, so he knocked anyway. The question was,
would she answer?::



SCENE 4



::Rita awoke to a soft knocking at her front door. Still
exhausted, and feeling like she had just fallen asleep,
when in fact, that was the case, she stumbled through her
house with the lights off, to the front door. She opened
it and was suprised with who was there. She turned on the
porch light so that she could make sure, and squinted to
get a better look.::

Rita: John? What you doing here?

John: (For some reason he was suprised that he had waken
her.) Oh...sorry...(Checking his watch)..Wow! I'm sorry.
I had no idea it was this late. Didn't mean to wake you.
It's alright, it's not important. I'll just see you at work.
Sorry again. Good night.

::John turned to leave.::

Rita: Wait...you're telling me that you drove a half an hour
in the middle of the night, to just turn around and go back
home? Yea right. What's wrong?

John:(Realizing he was still standing on her front porch)
Umm.... wanna go grab a bite to eat, an maybe a cup of coffee?

Rita: At three o' clock in the morning? I'm not sure what's
open. Besides, I have coffee and food, come in.

John: (Feeling a bit uncomfortable) Uhh...again...I really
sorry for waking you...

Rita: (Interrupting)..It's fine John. I wasn't getting much sleep
anyway. I have a lot on my mind. So...what's wrong?

::John was just staring at Rita...not saying anything...and
realizing that she's the most beautiful woman he's ever been
with. She's not like other women, who have to have make up on
to be attractive. Here she was, half awake, hair all messy,
no make up on, and she was gorgeous.::

Rita: (A little louder) John?

John: (Embarrassed) Oh...right, sorry...yea, I wanted to
tell you that today, when Connie and Andy told us that
you were involved in a shooting at the house, my heart
just stopped.

Rita: (A little confused) Yea...uhh...I was scared too. But..
the doctors said the Boss was stable...you don't have to
worry about...

John: (Interrupting) Yea...uhh....I’m not worried about the boss.
I mean I am, but...by heart stopped because of you. Do you see
what I'm saying?

Rita: (Taken aback) Yea, I think so, but John, you don't have
to worry about me. I'm not a kid, I can handle myself.

::A long awkward silence::

Rita: Besides, I thought we "Agreed it wasn't working and
ended it.".

John: (Rolling his eyes) I know that's what I said but,
the point is, I could have lost you today...and I can't bare
losing someone else that I care about.

Rita: (Pulling out two chairs at her kitchen table, turning
on the lights and sitting down) I care about you too John...
but, you should know that...today I put in for a transfer.

John: (Shocked) What?! Why?!

Rita: I think you know why.

John: Jennifer? The Doctor from Bellevue? We're not together
anymore.

Rita: Well you certainly were this morning.

John: (A little frustrated) Yea, I know, I called her from
the car on my way over here. She's picking up her stuff
tomorrow.

Rita: (Pausing to process what he just told her) Well,
honestly John, I don't think it will work out between us.
Besides, I've decided to take a break from relationships.

John: (Puzzled) This doesn't sound like you.

Rita: Okay...It's just all too much. I can't afford to get
hurt again John. I just can't I've been hurt too many times,
I can’t take it any more...

John:(Interrupting)..I'm sorry Rita. I never meant to hurt
you a first time. It's just, I'm no good at being alone. I've
always had my Pa to go to, and then, you know.....I didn't
have him anymore...

Rita: But I was there John. I really was...right in front
of you...

John: (Interrupting)...I know, I know, but seeing how my
dad did what he did, it felt as if the world had let me down.
I didn't know what I could do other than push you away. And
then I met Jennifer, and I didn't want to be alone any longer.
I guess I thought she could fill the void I had in my heart,
that I thought was created my losing my dad. But she didn't
fill it, because losing you created it. I want you
Rita. Not anybody else...I won’t  hurt you again, I promise...

Rita: (Thinking for a long time to herself, then saying) Okay
John, alright. But know: It certainly hasn't been easy for me
either. This past month, every day coming home to this house
alone, by myself, because I lost the man I loved, by painting
him into corner, the man I still love, and knowing he has
feelings for someone else. That is why I put in for a
transfer. It was too much to handle.

John: There was no painting into a corner, and the only
feelings I ever had weren't for someone else, they were
for you. They always will be. I love you Rita. I always have.

::Rita then began to cry. Because with that (John telling
her he loved her), all her fears were put to rest, and all
her worries, calmed.::

Rita: (Between sobs) I love you too John.

::John hugged her tightly, while she closed her eyes and
cried on his shoulder. She couldn't believe that all of
the feelings she witnessed before, all along, were truly
meant for her. As Rita regained her composure and dried her
tears, she looked up into John's big powerful eyes.::

::She felt safe in his arms, and always had. Then she
gave him a bit of what she had been longing to do since
his dad died, a long, gentle, sweet, loving, passionate
kiss.::

::John very much enjoyed it. He knew all along that
Jennifer would never fill Rita's shoes. She was just an
excuse for letting Rita alone, because he knew also, that
deep inside, he was afraid that if he were to continue
a relationship with her, that something awful would happen,
and she would get torn from his grasp. With "The Doc." he
knew that wasn't an issue. He didn't care for hr nearly as
much as he did for Rita, and although he was scared of
losing Rita, he now knew she was scared of losing him as
well. Being together wouldn't make the fear go away, but
he figured it's easier to be afraid together than it is
to be afraid alone. So, resisting his instinct to push
away anything positive in his life, he opened his heart
again. Allowing himself to love the woman he's loved all
along.::

::Grabbing Rita's hand and turning off the light in the
kitchen, he proceeded to her bedroom, where he had been
once or twice before.::

Rita: Wow, (Jokingly) I just got the strangest feeling of
Deja Vu!

John: (Smiling coyly) God I love you.

::He pulled her close, and kissed her gently. As they began
to make love, one thought was racing through both of there
minds: No longer must I hide my feelings for this person I
love more than anything else in the whole world.



THE END