Titan Tower 4:30 pm
Dick and Rachel were both watching tv together when they saw the report about Nightwing and Raven was board cast on the news. Both smile, his hand is running up and down her arm in comfort. "I say that both Nightwing and Raven are both back in business." Newscasts says. Dick lean down to kiss her on the top of her head. He was watching the rest of the news. Rachel got up from the couch to go get some fresh air. She goes up to the roof top taking everything in. Taking a long deep breath; she wraps her arms tightly around herself. Couldn't stopped the tears from falling down her face or stop sobbing. She kneeled down was gripping the steel reels with both hands. Thinking she was still in a dream that none of this was real. She wasn't sure how long she was up there for. But she could feel somebody wrapping their arms tightly around her. Pulling her closer then she thought humanly possible.
Dick's bedroom 9:30 pm
Rachel was laying on the right side of the bed; he was on the left side of the bed. Both were just staring at the ceiling trying to control both of their emotions. She was just running her fingertips against the sheets. Dick hand was on his pillow, his other hand was on his stomach. Both were so unsure of what to do next, but Dick wasn't going let her ever suffer again. He turns on his side just to look at her and speak. "Rachel?! I was wondering since I missed your birthday. Would you like to do something tomorrow?" Rachel turns over on her side too face him. "I would love to spend the day with you." He kissed her forehead deeply; pulling her into his arms holding very tightly. Her head is laying across his shoulder and chest. Her hand is on his heart; feeling it beat against her hand. He held her hand; his arm was wrap tightly around his waist. Both of them are gripping and holding each other tightly.
Precrime the next morning 7:00 am
Fletcher and the team had arrived earlier in the morning. He knew that the FBI was coming in today. They were probably going to replace Fletcher as team leader. He had been having that feeling the last few days; even before Rachel was tagged as a murderer. He should have seen it coming, but then again there was no predicting one's future or outcome. He would accept the firing or demotion. But he would not go after Rachel for any reason once so ever. He was going to quit if it came to that. He would never ever arrest someone without proof that they were a threat of any kind. He was just waiting for the final shot to come. Everyone was watching and waiting to see what was going to happen next. When you're walking on eggshells without reasons or maybe you have a reason but can no longer go on the path you were on no longer for any reason at all.
Two hours later
Witwer and his team walked into the building like they owned the place or something like that. Once they were in the area with him and his team. There was coming in; Wiwter had a big smile on his face. Like he just win something big, Fletcher was getting not so good feeling right now. Fletcher had to ask; even if he know the answer. "What's going on here?" Wiwter was grinning and saying. "Were taking over officially, You and you're whole team are off this case. More importantly you're finished Fletcher you're fired." Fletcher knew that was coming and he stood tall then said. "You don't have to worry about a thing cause I quit." He threw his gun belt in his face was walking out. Fletcher had walked out of the building into the rain. He was wondering what his next step was going to be. He was just about to go home. When the black bird was flying over him. It drop something into his hands. It was a postcard from San Francisco, California. He know what his next step was.
Fletcher apartment 11:55 am
Fletcher was packing up his clothes and few other things he would need along the way. He wasn't going to be coming back here again he was threw. He had on his baseball hat, shirt, coat, jeans and shoes. He was going to take a plane to get there. He had arrived at the airport was paying for his ticket. He was waiting for the boarding call. He was getting ants in his pants, just from waiting. Then when they call for boarding he was up on his feet. He got on the plane; he was taking a seat when the seat right next to him. "So, you just walkout the door without a good bye. No, kiss my ass or anything like that." He turned his head; "Jab?! What are you doing here?" His friend laughed at him. "You don't think that you could just quit. Without saying good bye to all your friends after six years together." He looks up and see most of the team is waving at him. Fletcher couldn't believe it; but he wasn't surprised the team had been close all of this year's.
He look out the window saw the black bird just staring at him. Like it was laughing at him; he pulled the thing down was laying back pulling his baseball cap back over his head. He was closing his eyes; he was sound to sleep. He was having this dream; that he standing somewhere dark. The lights came on, he was looking at someone but couldn't see their face. A weapon was pointed in his face; a long stick of some kind. He was moving away as fast as he could. But he ducked out of the way very fast. He was moving out of the way every time it was coming at him. He could hear a voice telling him. "Fight back you weak fool. Are you really so weak that you need your team to help you." He was getting mad and he was watching it come at him. He grabs it with both hands and he kicked back. But just as he was getting into fighting back against whoever it was. He was waking back up by Jab.