He came up when the case was over. It was ironic because during the whole case, rooftops had been a major part of it, and he'd thought that it would be a while before he ever wanted to be standing on one again. But no, now he was here. On another rooftop. But this one, unlike the others, was safe. A precinct rooftop. No one could hurt him here. And no one could hurt anyone else here, either.
"You know, I've been looking all over for you. What the hell are you doing up here, anyway?"
Fin looked towards the rooftop access door in time to see Munch pushing the door partially closed. He shook his head and turned back to the city in front of them.
"Used to come up to the rooftop when I was a kid," He said, "When I wanted a minute to myself."
"Am I supposed to take a hint?" John asked dryly. Fin shook his head.
"Nah," he replied, "It's fine. I was just thinking."
"Always a dangerous thing to do right after a case," said John, "You all right?"
"I don't know." said Fin. "I really don't."
"Finally, a crack in the proverbial armor," said John. "I'm not surprised. Anything you want to talk about?"
"I used to wonder what it'd be like to get off the rooftop. To actually go out there and do something," said Fin.
"I think all of us wonder about that at one point or another. Some of us find an answer. Others don't."
"But everyone should at least have the chance to try and find one."
"Unfortunately, that's not the way the world works."
"I know that. You ain't gotta remind me. I got enough of that mess with this case."
"Ah, yes. Another one of those eye-opener cases that makes us wonder what the hell we're actually doing here."
"Yeah, the same damn cases that make us wonder if it's even worth it."
"But of course, it's always worth it. If we can get some predator off the streets, then our job is done."
Fin snorted. "You're gettin' old, man," he said, "This job is never done."
"I know that," John replied quietly, "And that's the point. It's never over. That's why standing here isn't gonna get you anywhere."
Fin nodded absently, and leaned against the guardrails. "It seems so far away," he said finally. "The answers, I mean. Like no matter how hard we try, we're never gonna get to where we really want to be."
"Is that why you came up here, then? To feel closer to what you're looking for?"
"I ain't in the mood for your crackpot theories, Munch."
"Well, good, because I'm not really in the mood for 'em, either."
"There's a first."
Silence fell between the two partners, then, when John didn't answer. A plane went by overhead, and Fin looked up, and sighed.
"You think we'll ever find out what the hell we're really doing here?"
"Couldn't tell you. I'd love more than anything to be able to say we all will find the answers we're looking for, but then again, no one ever can say for sure."
"One of the worst parts of life, then. Knowing that whatever rooftop you're standing on doesn't matter. The view in the distance is always gonna be just that. A view."