Author's Note: Thank you Disney for the beautiful song "Love Will Find a Way." I borrowed it because it fitted the story.

Love Will Find a Way

He didn't know how he made it through that evening. He remembered being cradled in Greg's arms as he wept on the concreted ground. He vaguely recalled being bodily lifted by Sam and Wordy to HQ and led to the shower. He remembered weeping on the tiled floor inside the cubicle, thinking he wanted to drown. Greg stayed around, waiting for him to be all cried out. He remembered the pain; excruciating and seemingly bottomless, unending.

Veterans Ed Lane and Kevin Wordsworth didn't have time to grieve. Not yet, not now. The Boss was preoccupied looking after one of their own so everything else fell on their battle-wearied shoulders. There were things to do, people to see, things to organise. They would have to wait until some days to process their own sorrow. Right now, the Team came first.

Commander Holleran was called out of a meeting. He had lost count of the number of people he had lost in his 10 years on the job. But each death still hit him like the first. He called his press liaison, "Make sure his name's not broadcast until his family has been told." Only then did he braced himself to make the call.

Jules went up to the roof. Where else would she go but the place that bore the most memories she held of Lou. Sam followed. When he found her, she was crumpled in a heap. He knelt beside her and lifted her up to his chest like a rag doll, "I can't breathe, I can't breathe" she said over and over. He rocked her gently, until he too was crying.

There wasn't anything to say, nothing that could ease the pain. Instead he turned her around, "Jules, look at me. Look at me." He placed her hands on his chest, his eyes held hers, "Now inhale, exhale," he said. They breathe in and out together til calm descended upon them.

Two uniformed Officers were sent to the Young's residence to deliver the news to Lou's parents. They were still there providing support and comfort when Commander Holleran rang to offer his condolence.

Spike was all cried out when he left the shower. He dressed by automaton, next thing he knew Greg was behind him, "Ready?" He nodded numbly, unable to speak. "I'm taking you home." He nodded again. Neither spoke another word. What was there to say? When they reached his home, Spike turned to Greg and said, "I'm so sorry." Then he wept, as a child weeps.

He heard Greg say, "Spike, you have nothing to be sorry about." The Boss reached over to touch his shoulder, the gesture prompted a fresh wave of uncontrollable sobbing. They sat in the car until he was again all cried out again. He dried his tears with the sleeve of his shirt, smiled sadly at his Boss and climbed out.

His mother was preparing a meal in the kitchen when he walked in. He didn't need to speak, she knew something really bad happened, she just didn't how bad it was. The television news said a police officer died, she didn't know it was Lewis Young until Greg Parker came asking for Spike two days later. She was stunned by the news, her first thought was, "Oh... mio Dio, Mikey."

It was worse for her husband for it brought home the reality of death; compounded by irrational fear for his son now that the one who had his back was gone. He despaired and mourned in his own way. His fears heightened, he begged for him to quit policing. "Today your friend dies. Tomorrow, my son dies." In his ever worsening mental and physical state, it was the only logical outcome: the one who had your back was gone, now it's your turn.

He, perhaps unwittingly, mourned his son so he didn't have to do it later when the inevitable happens. It was the point where the fracture became a break. So Spike mourned not one but two people he loved.

Bridget learned of it a few days later, "I'm so sorry," she said.

"Thanks," he said.

She sensed a distance; an emotional distance. A distance so far it couldn't be bridged; so deep one couldn't tunnel under it; so high it couldn't be scaled. It didn't take a genius to know why. Ocho Rios was their holiday, their memories to create but by some god-forsaken design there she was… in the way of two brothers. The last thing she said to him was, "Mike, take care." And again he said, "Thanks."

She could only hope that time would bring healing to both of them.

Cheryl came home as soon as she heard. It took several days, Somaliland not being the most convenient place on earth to be stranded in an emergency. She arrived home just in time to make it to Lou's funeral service.

Bro Joseph opened the Community Centre for the wake. Lou wouldn't have it any other way. His religion was people. His chapel was this centre. His life's work was here.

On the appointed day, the people gathered to honour the man and to say farewell to a friend. His parents and sister sat together, a picture of solidarity and strength. Team One and everyone at SRU not on duty came to say goodbye, dressed in their uniforms. Mrs Scarlatti came supported by close family friends. Bridget came to pay her respect but kept her distance, it was the least she could do.

Several people delivered eulogies which were funny and sad and moving. But the people who stole their hearts were the little ones he taught to dance. They performed a couple of choreographies he taught them as a tribute for the time he gave.

The service ended with a hundred sweet voices singing "Love Will Find a Way." There wasn't a dry eye as they joined the choir of little people singing what was a fitting tribute to their Hero and a Gentleman.

In a perfect world

One we've never known

We would never need to face the world alone

They can have the world

We'll create our own

I may not be brave or strong or smart

But somewhere in my secret heart

I know

Love will find a way

Anywhere I go

I'm home

If you are there beside me

Like dark turning into day

Somehow we'll come through

Now that I've found you

Love will find a way

I was so afraid

Now I realize

Love is never wrong

And so it never dies

There's a perfect world

Shining in your eyes

And if only they could feel it too

The happiness I feel with you

They'd know

Love will find a way

Anywhere we go

We're home

If we are there together

Like dark turning into day

Somehow we'll come through

Now that I've found you

Love will find a way

I know love will find a way

Lou's photographs flashed on the big screen, looking very much alive.