A/N: Here's the third chapter! I hope you all enjoy it. Myles was kind of a tough character to write, so I'm sorry if he seems a bit OoC. Please R & R! I always appreciate any reviews, especially if they contain advice or tips on how to make the story better.

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own any of them. I don't own Shine Your Light, either.


Myles was surprised to see Lucy and Sue sitting beside the grave of their former team member when he got to the cemetery. He hadn't expected anyone to be there. He felt foolish for coming and somewhat embarrassed in his reason for coming; he had wanted to talk to his fallen comrade.

Myles, still a little ways behind where Lucy and Sue sat, turned around and had started to leave when a voice stopped him. "Myles, don't leave. You have as much right to be here as we do."

Myles turned around, surprised. He hadn't known that they'd even realized he was there. He was even more shocked that it had been Lucy who had told him to stay. Ever since Lucy found out that he was cheating on her and they broke up, they'd had a rocky relationship. It had gotten better for awhile, and he thought that there was even a possibility of a friendship developing between them, but then they had lost their friend and coworker in a raid gone wrong, and that had ended any reconciliation between them. Things had gone back to the way they were right after he and Lucy had broken up; in fact, they had gotten worse than they were before. They were to the point now where they could hardly stand to be in the same room with each other.

"Are you sure?" Myles asked, taking a couple of steps towards the girls.

They both nodded. "Please, Myles, stay. We want you to stay," Sue added.

"You want me to stay?" Myles scoffed. "Why? So we can all get into a fight right here in the cemetery? Right in front of his grave? No thank you."

Myles once again turned around and began walking away from the grave when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to find Lucy standing directly behind him.

"Myles, please. Let's not do this. Not here. Not now. Sue and I really do want you to stay. He was your coworker and friend as well as ours. Please, stay." When Myles hesitated, she added, "Look, I know that things haven't been the best between the two of us recently. In fact, they've been awful. We've been constantly picking at each other all the time and letting the smallest things get to us. Let's face it, we were acting like kids. I've been downright nasty to you, and I'm sorry. I could try to make up excuses, saying that I was upset because of his death, or I could try to blame it on you, and in fact, I have tried to do both of those. But the truth is, there is no excuse for the way we've been acting, and I'm just as much at fault as you, if not more.

"Coming here today made me realize just how stupid and selfish I've been acting. While my friends are grieving, I take out my anger and grief on them, and especially you. Life is short, and I don't want to spend it in a constant war with you, or any of the others for that matter.

"Look at us, Myles. Are we really accomplishing anything with all this arguing except causing ourselves even more hurt? It certainly hasn't made his death any easier on any of us. I'm sorry, Myles."

"No, Luce, I'm the one who should be sorry. I'm the one who cheated on you in the first place, causing our relationship to be like it is. Before all of this happened, we were finally getting to the point where we could actually be friends. Then, when he died, I was shocked, just like everyone else. I guess I felt a little guilty, too. I kept thinking that if I hadn't of been sick and had to sit out that raid, it would have been me there with him, instead of Tara, and maybe he wouldn't have gotten shot. I felt bad for the way I treated him. I realized that I had been jealous of him; he always seemed to play the part of the perfect Special Agent, and he always knew what to say. He on his way to having a relationship with a coworker and I know he wouldn't have botched it. I've kind of been taking it out on everyone else, especially you, rather than admit that something was actually bothering me. I was too proud to admit that I, Myles Leland the Third, wasn't perfect."

"Myles, nobody is perfect. You aren't Bobby, you're Myles. You're just as good of an agent as Bobby was. And even if you had been there that night, there was no way that anyone could have known that the SOG agent was working against us. You couldn't have done anything. It's not your fault, or Tara's, or anyone's except for the man who shot him. And even though you two weren't the best of friends, he knew that you cared. The only way to be able to move on is to stop blaming yourself. None of us are going to survive losing him if we continue on the way we are. Please, stay with us."

Myles nodded slowly, realizing that Lucy meant more than just staying at the cemetery. "Alright. I'll stay." He followed Lucy back to the grave, where Sue still sat, and sat down between the two women.

The cry of the city like a siren's song
Wailing over the rooftops the whole night long
Saw a shooting star like a diamond in the sky
Must be someone's soul passing by

These are the streets
Where we used to run where your Papa's from
These are the days
Where you become what you become
These are the streets
Where the story's told
The truth unfolds
Darkness settles in

Shine your light down on me
Lift me up so I can see
Shine your light when you're gone
Give me the strength
To carry on, carry on

Don't wanna be a hero
Just an everyday man
Trying to do the job the very best he can
But now it's like living on borrowed time
Out on the rim, over the line
Always tempting fate like a game of chance
Never wanna stick around to the very last dance
Sometimes I stumble and take a hard fall
Loose hold your grip off the wall

Shine your light down on me
Lift me up so I can see
Shine your light when you're gone
Give me the strength to carry on
Carry on

I thought I saw him walking by the side of the road
Maybe trying to find his way home

He's here but not here
He's gone but not gone
Just hope he knows if I get lost

Shine your light down on me
Lift me up so I can see
Shine your light when you're gone
Give me the strength to carry on
To carry on


A/N: I know that the song is technically talking about the death of a firefighter, but I thought it worked for the death of an FBI agent, too.