What is this? Two updates in one day? LOL! I just rewatched 2.15 where Ripley kicks the bucket...wow that sounded very insensitive. I just rewatched 2.15 where our dearest Chief Ripley dies and was inspired by the ending so I wrote a short little something hope you enjoy.
They all lined the halls of Seattle Pres, waiting for the inevitable. Dr. Pierce stood there with the sea of firefighters and other first responders waiting to fulfil her duty of calling time of death. Andy stood next to her father looking at the ground occasionally looking up, and ever so often making eye contact with Sullivan across the hall. She watched as his eyes began to well with tears, which made her eyes well. She was losing a boss, a commanding officer, he was losing his very best friend. The same best friend he just began to mend his relationship with. Every muscle in her body was crying out, every bone wanted to walk across the hall hug him and hold his hand. She had no problem doing it before in the private room because it was only 19. Any rumor that could start could just as easily have been taken care of, but in front of the entire SFD, she couldn't risk it, or could she? She was pulled from her thought when Vic walked out of Ripley's hospital room. Just by the look on her face everyone knew that the end had come.
Vic walked out of the room and down the hall. It felt as if she were walking in slow motion, the world around her silent. The only thought in her mind was she just lost the man who might've very well been the love of her life. She lost the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with, the man she was going to settle down and have children with. And just as quickly as he came into her life, he was gone.
"Time of death 17:43" was the only thing everyone heard.
Andy raised her head tears silently streaming down her face. She felt her father's hand rest on her back. He was trying to comfort her, but alas his comfort wasn't the one she wanted. She made eye contact with Sullivan once again that evening. They maintained eye contact for some time and Andy watched as he struggled to keep it together. She watched as his face that was usually stoic and emotionless began to fall into a frown and a single tear fell from his eye. At that point she said screw it. She crossed the hall, went to his side and wrapped her arms around his waist. She felt as his arms wrapped around her as well and as he placed his chin on the top of her head, and more tears began to fall. She pulled her head away from his chest forcing herself to look up at him. The image she saw in front of her broke her heart. He had more tears falling now and his eyes were red. She put her head back on his chest and after a few minutes mustered up the courage to look around at her fellow firefighters and first responders in the hallway. She made eye contact with Ryan who gave her a look that screamed, "How long has that been going on?" and, Maya who gave her a look that scream, "What are you doing?!" Then last she made eye contact with her dad, her former Captain now Private EMT Pruitt Herrera, now he gave her a look that scream, "Don't play with my legacy." But she didn't care. She was in the arms of a man who made her feel safe. The arms of a man who she had grown closer too this year and the arms of a man she trusts. She didn't care about the comments that she knew were coming her way when they left the hospital or the looks, she was getting from those she did and didn't make eye contact with, all she cared about was giving all the comfort she could to one man and one man only, Robert Sullivan.