A/N: Kinda short, but there you have it. CI's not mine, but a friend and I are compiling a list of 'You Know You're Obsessed with CI when', so if you think of anything, just drop me a line through the PM thing...(exits stage left...)

I used to be told that I'd regret some of the decisions I made, department-wise, anyway. But that had really been back when I was a detective, and a sergeant…a lieutenant, even. Once I made captain, they left me alone, unless they thought I was being an idiot, which half the time, I wasn't, and they were. They told me I'd regret not listening to them, and most of the time, I didn't.

I thought I would regret taking the Major Case Squad as my own. But once it all settled down, I realized I didn't. My squad did good work, no matter what anyone else had to say about it. I watched, and more often than not, congratulated them on a job well done. They told me I'd regret going to bat for my squad, but I never did.

I was told when my detectives found themselves going down a path that no one wanted them on that I would regret letting them go. That it would be my downfall. The only thing I regretted was that Marie Adair was made to see her husband for who he really was. The department knew this, and shook their heads, many of them saying that I and my detectives had gone too far .But other than that, there were no regrets.

The remarks people made when I started pulling strings to bring Logan in from Staten Island made me wonder if I'd regret it. Everyone knew his reputation, why he'd been sent out there in the first place. But I needed another set of detectives, so they relented. And when he came, I found that I saw myself in him. After he and Barek closed their first case, I knew there would be no regrets.

So when things took a turn for the worse, I found myself stepping up to the plate in front of IAD, like I had so many times before. They looked over at me, condescendingly, some of them daring to ask if I would now eat my words. If I still had no regrets. There were a number of retorts I could have given them, but those I'd have regretted, so I let it alone.

And then it went down to the wire, and it was no longer only myself that I was thinking of. I was given two choices, neither of them that I wanted to take, but one of them that I did. So I left that alone as well, and handed in my resignation. I heard voices after me as I left, but didn't turn around.

When I woke up at home two weeks later, I found that the alarm had been turned off. Sunlight was streaming in through the window, and I heard voices. So I went downstairs, and saw my family; my oldest daughter coming in the door; the other two leaving, and my wife at the sink, yelling after them that they'd better have their homework.

I used to be told that I would regret the things I did, but in that moment, I knew that there were no regrets, and never would be.