Disclaimer: As always, Dick Wolf is the man, not I. The characters owned by him are his, those I made up are mine. Also, I don't mean to steal this title from anyone. I know it was a book and a movie, etc. A reference to the Titanic as well. I take no credit in using the phrase, it's just what sounds best to me right now as title.

Now, I suggest you read the trilogy if you haven't yet. You can still enjoy these stories without doing so, but you might enjoy them more if you read them. "Rusted Armour And A Broken Knight", "We All Fall Down", and "The Way To Break". The following will be short chapters...oneshots if you will...glimpses of moments in the future of the characters lives. I have a hard time abandoning the characters I've written so much about, and had to write little randomness that popped into my head for them. They may not always be in order, cause I'll write them as they come to me. Don't worry, though, I will always put in a reminder of timeframe into the story. Also, it will be updated...uhh...as they come to me:). And just so it's known, there won't be much case/court situations in here, if any. Don't hate me for it.

I hope you like these, please leave reviews :).

I know this story disappeared for a bit, I apoligize. I could explain it, maybe, but choose not to :P

Nursery Games

1am

Ed crumbled up the sheet of directions and launched it across the room in frustration. "Damn, Iggy!"

"Don't swear in here," Bobby replied, not glancing up from his spot on the floor.

Ed glanced around. "Why? Henry's not here."

"But it's his nursery."

"This," Ed signaled the room, "ain't a nursery, B."

"I know," Bobby grumbled. He tried again to push the two ends of wood together. For the fourth time, they wouldn't mesh.

"Don't most people fix up their nursery's before the baby's born?"

"One," Bobby grunted the word as the two pieces finally clicked together, "We've been busy lately and I was meaning to get it done this weekend, but he came early. And two," he looked around the room for the next piece he needed, Ed handed it to him, "He's not even sleeping in here for the first few months. He's got a bassinet in our room."

"So then why are we busting our butts to get this done tonight?"

"Because! If I bring him and his mother home with the room looking this way, I'll never hear the end of it!"

Ed held up his hands in defense. "Sorry, just asking. What's got you so moody today? Shouldn't it be the happiest day of your life or something?"

Bobby shook his head, "Nothing. It's just...a lot. And I'm tired."

"Okay," Ed went back to work. "Does the kid really need this mobile thing? Cause I can't figure it out."

"How hard can it be?" Bobby took a pause from what he was doing to look over.

"Yea? And how you coming on that crib?" Ed shot back.

"I think I got it actually," Bobby said. He hammered a few more pieces together and stood up. Ed helped him tip the new crib up onto it's feet and they both looked at it.

"Looks good to me," Ed nodded. "Here, I think this goes in there." He dug through the pile of baby things and pulled out a small cushion covered in a form of vinyl plastic. He put it down in the crib while Bobby pulled out a blanket and laid it on top, then he picked up a stuffed monkey and set it in the crib. They stood back and nodded. "That wasn't so-" Ed's words were cut off when the bottom of the crib fell from the frame, and the poor monkey rolled out and across the floor. "...or not."

3am

"Think I got it now," Bobby said, once he fixed the crib and put the monkey back in.

"And I got the mobile!" Ed jumped up and hooked the mobile to the side of the crib.

"How does it work?" Bobby asked.

"I don't know, I just put it together." He peered over to look at it and hit a button. All at once the colored airplane's began flying in circles to the tune of "Let's Go Fly A Kite". A song neither man knew.

"Cute," Bobby commented. "Now what?"

"Well we got the crib, the mobile, the changing table and dresser. The rocking chair doesn't need to be assembled..."

"Then let's clean the mess and set up all the toys and clothes," Bobby suggested.

4am

"These are cool," Ed grinned. He sat on the floor with two boxes. One was a cop car and one was an ambulance. "No fire truck?"

"Not in my house," Bobby shook his head.

"Was joking anyway," Ed replied. He pulled the cop car from it's box and started rolling it around on the floor. "These things look so real. Except how small they are." They weren't too small, almost the size of a shoe box.

Bobby opened the ambulance and rolled it around. He momentarily got lost in his thoughts when a siren broke through and made him jump. He looked down at the floor. The cop car was flashing blue and white lights and had a siren. "How'd you do that?" He asked.

Ed grabbed the ambulance from Bobby, excitedly, and turned it over. "Pull this little tab," he said, pulling a strip of plastic from the battery pack. He pressed a button and the ambulance came to life.

"Wow," Bobby smiled. He took the ambulance back and ran it along the floor.

"Man, my cars you had to make the siren sounds yourself!" Ed laughed. He zoomed the car across the carpet.

"My cars were empty Kleenex boxes," Bobby said dryly.

5am

Bobby unplugged the vacuum and wrapped the cord up. He yawned and stretched. Ed finished putting the diapers in the little drawer and turned around. "We done?"

"We're done," Bobby nodded. They both looked the room over. In soft blues, greens, and purples, the room finally looked like a real nursery.

"I can't believe you put purple in the kid's room," Ed said again.

Bobby didn't even answer, just waved a hand in Ed's direction. "I'm gonna make some coffee, then head back to the hospital." Yawn. "Thank you for your help."

Ed nodded and walked out to the living room. He plopped down on the couch. "I'm gonna sleep here an hour," he mumbled, already heading to dreamland.

Bobby went into the kitchen and started the coffeemaker. He also buttered a bagel. He decided it might be a good idea to change from the clothes he'd been wearing for over a day, so he went back to the bedroom. Once he was in fresh clothes he went back towards the kitchen. Just outside the door to the nursery, he tripped over something. He bent down to pick it up and examined it. He walked out to the living room.

"Ed...what's this?" He asked, holding it up.

Ed turned over and opened his eyes. "I don't know..."

"Me either..."

"Think it's important?" Ed asked.

Bobby shrugged and stared at the foreign object. "How important could it be?"