Author's note

We are doing a little time jump in this one. Its four weeks later.

I split this one up in two. Next one will be up in a couple of days!

Mistakes are once again all mine!

Enjoy and stay tuned!

"Do you like it?" The Realtor looks at me expectantly.

And this is the tenth time she asks. There was always something wrong with the last nine places she showed me, but this place feels right. It's a two bedroom, two bathroom house. The Living room has a fireplace, the kitchen is spacious and there is a backyard.

I will need to repair a few things and paint the walls, but that is work for a week tops. Since I am still on leave I have all the time in the world.

"I will take it" I tell her and she flashes me a bright smile.

We drive back to her office and finalize my offer on the house. The upside of long term undercover work is that you can save up quite a bit of money. I have nice amount of savings and can buy a house now.

As soon as the buy is finalized I will finally move out of the hotel. I also finished the psych evals with the doctor, who said I was ready to go back to work.

Just as I step out of the Realtor's office my phone beeps. I look at it and it's a message from Steve.

'Need 2 talk 2 to 15 ASAP.'

I send him a quick 'on my way' and take a cap to the station. Now that I have a house, I need to buy a car too. Taking a Taxi everywhere is quite expensive in the long run.

I arrive at 15 Division and look for Steve. I, once again, find him talking to Nash in the Detectives office. Sam Swarek is sitting right next to them, glaring at me. I half expected him to get up and leave as I step closer, but he stays put.

I wasn't surprise that Sam made detective. I always thought that he would become one. I once suggested it to him, but he blew me off, saying he likes undercover work far too much. Well, how things have changed.

I shake Steve's hand and nod at Nash and Sam. "What is so urgent?"

"Well I spoke to the Brass…He has decided that you did good work and that you are being promoted again to Detective…" Steve swallows and looks at Sam and then back to me.

I have a feeling there is a 'BUT' coming and not one of the good kind. "But?" I ask, because Steve hesitates for too long.

He clears his throat. "The Brass has made it a condition that you will be partnered with a supervising Detective. Until that Detective is sure that you can be trusted, you will not handle cases, interviews or basically anything by yourself."

I knew if I got the promotion, they would make me work for it. And I can roughly guess who the supervising Detective will be.

"Sam will be you supervising Detective." Steve ads and shoots Sam a glare. They must have had it out before I got here. "Will this be a problem for either of you?"

Sam and I shake our heads. I already know that this will be a problem, but there is no need to worry Steve. Convincing Sam that I can be trusted will be hard work. I know he will never forgive me. Sam Swarek can hold a grudge like no other.

"Okay then…Donovan you will start in two weeks. You can pick up your gun and shield from Frank Best." Steve tells me and I nod.

I hold out a hand to Sam, but he doesn't take it. He gets up and leaves the room, slamming the door on his way out.

"Listen…" Nash looks at me with a serious expression. "If it wouldn't be for me, he would have rejected outright to work with you, no matter if the Brass ordered him to do it or not. I stuck my neck out for you, because I thought you once were a decent detective, but I won't have a problem reporting you if you fuck up. So keep your head down and don't fuck up."

"I didn't need you to put in a good word for me with Swarek." I can't help but snap at her. It's not like I expected to be treated good, after all that happened, especially not from Sam. But I can see right this second that no one will believe me, if I tell them that I have changed and that I can be trusted.

And that pisses me off. I don't even get the benefit of the doubt. I nod at Traci and Steve and walk out of the D's office.

I walk out the back door of the station and run right into the Rookie who arrested me. I feel my shirt getting warm and look down on me. As we bumped into each other the lit of her coffee cup must have come off and her coffee is now all over me.

"I am so sorry…I didn't see you there!" She says and rummages through her bag.

"Don't you ever watch where you walking…Damn look at me." I snap at her. The day that started out so nicely and now turned to shit. First I find out I need to make it work with Swarek and now this useless Rookie has spilled her coffee all over me.

Her head shoots up, as I speak, as if she just now realized who exactly she ran into. "Oh…crap"

"Yeah crap…! You should pay a little more attention on and off the job. Open your eyes Rookie!" I tell her in a harsh tone and then move around her. The Penny isn't far and I need a drink.

"Wait!" I hear her call after me.

I turn around and shoot her a glare. "What?" I growl, hoping she will leave me alone, but unfortunately she steps closer.

"Here some tissues…" She hands them to me. "I am really sorry…Uhm not just for…you know the coffee, but also for ruining your OP…I get why you are angry, but you know as well as I do, that every other cop would have done the exact same thing. There was no way of knowing you were a cop. You could have fed me some bullshit story and if I had let you go, I would have gotten into trouble!" She gains more confidence as she speaks.

I step closer until we are mere inches apart. I can smell the sweet perfume she wears. "Listen to me, you DON'T get it. Three and a half years I spend with those dirt bags and now it is all for nothing, thanks to you. So when THIS happens to you, then you will understand. But don't stand here saying you do, when you clearly don't." I hiss and then turn around and walk away.

It's now Lunch time and the Penny is thankfully pretty empty. I sit at the Bar and order a pizza and a Whisky. As Liam sets down the first Whisky, I drink it in one go and order immediately another one.

Being back here is strange. I mean while I was undercover I lived here in Toronto, but on the outskirts. I came to the city center a lot, for business, but it wasn't the same. I wasn't me.

I believe that I have changed, but now I have to convince other people that I have? No way! If they don't see it, then their bad.

My brother did always say, if other people can't see who the real you is, they are not worth being around you.

He always did find the right thing to say.

My parents died as I was ten and from then on my older brother Ron took care of me. Ron is twelve years older than me. He tried his best to look after me and protect me.

He has a family. Two beautiful daughters, Eva and Marie, I love those two. Unfortunately I haven't seen or talked to them in about five years.

I came back from an undercover job that ended badly. I was stabbed three times and shot twice. I should have died back then, but I didn't. My brother, the great guy he is, took me in and let me stay with them.

But unfortunately my job followed me home.

Flashback

We are sitting at the Dinner table. I am making silly faces at Marie, who just turned a year old last week, and she giggles. Eva and Marie are the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. I instantly fell in love with them.

My phone vibrates and I look at the caller ID. G&G is calling. "I gotta take this, excuse me."

"Sir?" I answer the phone as I leave the room.

"Boyd, we have a problem. Somehow Sanchez has gotten wind that you are a cop. We are trying to get a handle on the guy, but until then we will place a police car at your front door." Phills tells me. He was my handler, as I was under.

"They know I am living with my brother?" I ask. I have to be sure. If that is the case I need to move my family somewhere safe tonight. I hold my breath, as I wait for his answer.

"Yes, they do!" He tells me.

"Shit…SHIT! How the FUCK did this happen? I need to move them somewhere safe tonight. They cannot be here." I tell him and leave no room for an argument.

"Someone talked and he knows where you live. And I will see what I can do!" I cannot believe he just said that.

"You will see what you can do?" I scream into the phone "Are you fucking kidding me? This is my family we are talking about. I WANT them somewhere safe within the next couple of hours, I know for a fact that there are safe houses free, where they could stay until we caught Sanchez!"

"Calm down. I will be over soon. We will speak then." He tells me and hangs up, properly to avoid having an argument with me over the phone. I wish I could just throw the phone against the wall, but this is the only way to contact Phills.

I work my ass of for him and he will see what he can do? This is unacceptable.

I move as quickly as I can upstairs to my room. As a precaution I retrieve my gun from the lock box and put it in an ankle holster, so that my track suit pants cover it.

Thankfully I took my pain medication just 15 minutes ago or otherwise I would be in a lot of pain.

I walk back into the room and freeze. Carlos Sanchez is sitting on my chair at the table, eating of my plate as if he belongs here. One of his goons is standing in the corner and I guess that another one or two will be outside of the house, standing watch.

"Amigo…It is nice of you to join us. Come…sit down!" He stands up and motions for me to sit.

HOW THE FUCK DID HE GET IN HERE?