Authors Note: This song is sung by Air Supply. It seemed to fit the mood for Ty. Enjoy.

Chances: Chapter One

There's a chance you will be there

I'd like to know the truth

I'll find it out somehow

The chances are too strong

A chance you will be there

Please be there alone

Help me speak of love

Chances aren't enough

One's too good to miss

Chance is aren't too strong

Chance is all there is

There's a chance you will be there

wondering what to do

how to play my role

I'll leave it up to you

If I disguise my smile

It gives too much away

What if we can't speak?

What then shall I say?

Don't you be too long

Something has gone wrong

the chances are all gone

There's a chance you will be there

wondering what to do

how to play my role

I'll leave it up to you

If I disguise my smile

It gives too much away

What if we can't speak?

What then shall I say?

Don't you be too long

Something has gone wrong

the chances are all gone

There are times in our lives when everything is colored gray. When we look for something, anything to take away the pain, whether it be alcohol or drugs or women or that one thing that will tide us over until something better comes along. Life can be so depressing and vulgar that you become convinced that it won't ever get any better. That was what was happening to my friend Ty during and after the trying period that he went through. His year had started out good, better than any other he could remember, but turned for the worse when he found out that his one true love had been an undercover detective who had been assigned to watch over our precinct and that his long-time partner, John Sullivan, had directly been related to his father's death. In a matter of days, his whole world had come crashing down. Everything he believed to be true, Sasha for example, turned out to be one big lie.

From the moment that Sasha had walked into C.T. Finney's office and gave herself away, Ty had become as brittle and hard as someone who had grown up on the streets. He cursed all the time, drank almost every night and caroused the bar until he found himself a suitable companion for the evening. Always it ended once the sun came up, for during the day he had no time or inclination to have a woman in his life. He now associated women as a tool for pleasure. Sasha had taken that part of him, the loving part, and had thrown it on the fire. He would never be the same after being burned by her and I was so angry at her for doing that to him, and I hated seeing someone so close to me turn into someone that I didn't know anymore. And so help me God, I tried everything I could think of to turn him around, but it did no good. Not then, anyway. Even though she had hurt all of us, I still couldn't turn my back on her the way everyone else did. I was the only one who could see that they belonged together. The truth was that from the day Sasha and Ty became an item he was a happier man. Stronger and more full of life. In one moment it all went away.

Ty Davis was one of those people that always made everyone around them feel like there was hope. Hope for a better day, a better life, and all that came with it. He was perpetually happy, and undaunted by other people's little misery's. He brushed off trivial problems and annoyances like one picking lint off a sweater. I swear, I'd never seen anyone with the ability to see the good in every situation, the way he could. I know a lot of guys teased him for it, and I'd heard more than once in the locker room the other officers making fun of him, but there wasn't any other officer more trusted or respected out on the street than him. I know now that those men were jealous of him. They were jealous that he was a better man than they were. But he never seemed to notice, or care. Ty was too good to look down on anyone or waste his time with things that didn't matter. Everyone knew that he was a good cop, a good man, and he was fair in all that he said and did.

Damn you, Sasha. How could you hurt him that way?

I wish that he had never started digging. I wish that he could have left well enough alone. But he didn't. I can understand why he had to find out for himself ; the circumstances behind his father's death If I could have turned back time, I would have made sure that my friend had chosen another path. I would have helped him more and been the friend to him that he was to me for all those years. It hurt like hell to know that he had no use for anyone now. He was locked in his own private misery and slowly retreating back into himself, so far that no one could get to him.

Not even me.

Then one day we were in the locker room getting ready for role call, when I broached the subject of the way he was being so vindictive against Monroe and being foolhardy with his inquiries about Captain Finney. There wasn't anyone else in the room and I figured that now was as good a time as any to bring up his behavior without setting him off.. At that point, we were hardly even speaking anymore. He didn't want to be around any of his friends, especially me. I think it was because he knew deep down that I would try to reason with him and get him to talk things out. If he ignored me, he had the chance to let it all slip by without being held responsible for his actions. He needed to be accountable.

In my opinion, if we all such good officers, and we had nothing to hide, we had absolutely no reason to be afraid of Monroe. On the contrary, I thought that everyone had handled themselves as if they all had something to hide. I was just as ticked off as everyone else. It was a betrayal between officers and IAB, but things had gone too far and had turned dangerous. If anything, we should have been afraid of C.T. Finney.

"Ty, we need to talk about Monroe. We need to talk about how you're handling this." I said, walking over to him. I leaned against the row of lockers behind me and put my hands behind my back.

He began to button his shirt and didn't even turn my way as he spoke. "She lied to me, to all of us. Fact. She's a rat. Fact. She's out of my life for good. There's nothing else to talk about!" He spat at me as if trying to convince himself of all the reasons why he hated her so much. Why he had to hate her, because he couldn't deal with his own heartache. He was having a hard time even getting up for work and taking on a new day. She wasn't there anymore and it was killing him. He sat down heavily on the bench next to the lockers and put his head in his hands.

He was strung as tight as a piano wire in those days. You only had to look at him wrong or say something that didn't agree with him and he'd go off like a rocket. It didn't matter who it was.

He used to relish the time he and Sasha spent together. It had been an attraction that was a long time in the making and finally, after the hospital shooting, it happened. They had spent the night together, loving each other and comforting the ache that had embedded itself inside them. It had been a hard few weeks, starting with the death of Bosco's brother, Mikey, and then at the funeral when Rose had been hurt and ending with Bosco being shot. From there, it seemed that everything that could have gone wrong did.

Now, everyone knew that Sasha was an informant and that brought on so many new problems, feelings and regrets. The days at the precinct were tough, long and filled with hard feelings and gnashing of teeth. An alliance had been formed with everyone against Monroe. As much as wanted to believe he hated her, he couldn't help but feel the pain every time he heard a nasty word about her or saw the way that she was treated. Deep inside of himself, in a place where no one would ever see again, he hid his feelings. The deep stain of love scorned could allow him to be angry and hurtful toward her, but the pain it caused came from loving her so much and feeling so betrayed. I knew my friend. He didn't have to say it and I knew he'd never say it, but he missed her so much it seemed that nothing was worth anything anymore.

Time had changed him from the once optimistic, always grinning, and ready to do the right thing person he was known to be. Eyebrows now in a deep furrow most of the time, his face had taken on a hardness that was neither flattering or healthy. The anger in his eyes blocked out his characteristic sparkle and charm that he could so easily turn on, making any female passer-by turn and look twice. The truth was, he didn't care anymore. He was so preoccupied with taking down CT. Finny and hating Sasha, that he was losing everything that had meant something to him.

What did he care now? The love of his life was gone. The bond he had with Sully, destroyed. And the one thing they had in common was their ability to hide the truth and pretend that they cared when they were looking out for themselves. No, he would never allow himself to trust again. No one. He had known Sully for a long time and they had been through hell and back. They had been as close as Ty had been with his own father once upon a time. Sully had been like a father to him and always checked in with the Davis family to see if they needed anything. I knew it killed Ty to know that all of those times Sully came around, he only did it to ease his guilty conscience over the untimely and very premeditated murder of Tyrone Davis, Sr.

The more I thought about it, I realized that he would probably lose his life in this battle that he was charging head-long into. Tangled in with Sasha's betrayal was the almighty C.T. Finney and Ty was dealing with too much to be thinking clearly. I knew that C.T. had a very intricate plan involving both Sasha and Ty and that Ty was mixing it all together to try and get his revenge. The trouble was that his heart was influencing his mind. He was irrational and angry and not thinking about the consequences of going up against one very tough cop like Finney. Finney had been covering things up for years and was very skilled at making things go his own way. He had killed before and he would do it again to save his own skin.

I had heard enough stories about C.T. to know exactly what kind of man he was. Cold and calculating, never missing a beat. He would chew you up and spit you out as quick as you could bat an eye and never, not ever, feel one bit remorseful. He had years on Ty. Years of scamming and lying and murdering to suit his own needs best. The only thing that was going to happen to my friend would either be death or worse, uncovering things that were best forgotten. Things that would threaten all hell to break lose when they surfaced. It took a long time to cover up the death of Davis Sr., and I had no doubt that Finney would do what ever he had to, even if it meant taking another life. I had to try to get through to him before it was too late.

"This has got to stop! You're going to destroy yourself!" I said in a pleading tone.

"What? Stop going out an' havin' fun? I've grown up, man, you should be happy. I'm not so naive anymore, am I?" He shot out from behind his hands.

"Ty, listen to me. I know that you're devastated over this thing with Sasha. I know that nothing I say can ever change what happened or the fact that she's IAB, but the one thing I know, the one thing that you can trust is that she loves you and no matter what she's done or how we feel about her bein' IAB, it's the truth."

He uncovered his face and turned to look up at me, widening his deep brown eyes, incredulous that I would dare say such a thing. He snapped his head back and shook his head at me in a disapproving way. He flicked a stony gaze my way.

"There's something wrong with you, man. I can't trust her. I can't trust anybody and the fact that you just said something like that makes me wonder if I can even trust you!"

That stung. We had been friends for over five years. Best friends. We had gone to the academy together and been roommates during our stay there and when I had been transferred to the 55th, we had again become the brothers that we once were.

" That's not fair! When have you ever had reason not to trust me? I'm your best friend, how can you even say that to me? It's not good police work to let her get in danger without having anyone but a rookie to back her up and you know it! And just how far do you think your gonna get by trying to dig up C.T.'s past? The next thing we know, you'll end up just like your father!" I flared, my pride taking a back seat, so that hurt could ride in front.

"You can't seriously stand there and tell me to back off of her! So what if she's getting razzed by everyone - she deserves everything she gets, so don't lecture me about how much she loves me and cares about me, best friend! And as for Finney, I'll handle him myself."

"Ty, It's getting dangerous out there for her and for you. You can't go up against Finney by yourself and you sure as hell have to stop thinking about how hurt you are and start concentrating on the fact that Sasha is in danger or don't you care about that at all?" I hissed at him, trying not to bring any attention from any one else. The last thing we needed was to make it a 'family discussion'. Everyone was very open about their thoughts on my opinions concerning the Monroe fiasco and it had been made known that my opinion was not welcome.

He opened his mouth to speak and I pointed my arm at him, cutting him off. " No good will come from this, Ty. No good. And Sasha could get hurt, even killed. Do you want that on your conscience?"

He stood up, facing me. "Of course not! I don't want to see her die. Don't be stupid."

"Stupid? I'd call what you and Sullivan did pretty stupid. You put her and Brendan in danger....."

"I don't think I want to hear any more of your bullshit." He snapped at me, all the while pointing his finger in my face. He came within a foot of actually touching my nose. Knowing full well that was something that could set me off quicker than an enraged bull, he held his hand where it was and continued.

"You, of all people should be keeping your big mouth shut. No one around here wants to work with Monroe or Finney. Keep this up and no one will want to work with you either." He yelled at me.

"Is that a threat Ty? Are you threatening me now?"

"It's a fact."

"Fact?"

"Ya. A Fact. Don't go messing around in my business. I'm tellin' you now: Just keep your feelings to yourself. I don't need all of this so called concern. I don't anyone and I sure as hell don't need you babysitting me, man!" He yelled.

He grabbed a hold of the front of my shirt and bared his teeth at me.

"We didn't put anyone in danger. Get that through your head, Cal."

I grabbed on to his shirt and tried to remember why I was doing this. Why I was risking my own skin to try and save his. I tried to remain calm, but I could feel myself about to blow.

"You ducked the calls. You left herand Finney to fend for themselves. Ty! Listen to me! What you did was wrong. You need to talk to someone about this shit. Don't let this ruin the rest of your life!"

He pulled back, out of my grasp and pointed that damn finger at me again. "If you want to have any kind of life here, you better learn to keep your trap shut. You hear me? If you don't I'll shut for you."

Despite my firm resolution to not lose my temper, I could feel my heart beating madly in my chest, my stomach tightening and my hands start to sweat. This was not the Ty Davis I knew. This was not my friend. And against my better judgement, I open fired my words back at him, knowing full well that we would never go back to the way we were after all was said and done.

"Ya? I don't give a damn! I don't know what's happened to you, Davis...I don't even know you anymore. The guy that was my best friend seems to be lost......"

"Maybe you should ask Sasha Monroe where he is cause he sure as hell isn't around here anymore." He interjected, his face beet red, his heart on his sleeve.

At that moment I knew I had lost my best friend. There was no going back and I didn't know how I had ever let it get this far. It seemed like the wall that had been silently building between us had just been exposed and it was clearer than ever. My heart ached from the way he turned his back on me; from the way he showed me that our friendship no longer mattered to him and it made me angry.

"That's it! I'm sick and tired of this crap from you! Grow up and be a man, Davis! Get over it and move on but don't just stand there and try to prove what a dick you can be! And I'll tell you something else! I don't want to work with a bunch of people that can't be trusted! I don't want to take the chance that someone will be ducking my call when I need it......"

The door of the locker room slammed open and both Sully and the now Detective Yokas walked in. It was obvious that they had been listening to our argument from the nasty look on both their faces.

"What was that? You want to say that again?" Sully bellowed at me. I had never liked the guy. Personally, I thought he was a jerk. He wasted half of his life drinking and the other half complaining about everything. He was pushy when he wanted to be, which was most of the time, and the only person he seemed to have any patience for was Faith Yokas. That wasn't entirely a surprise, considering that there was no one on the force who didn't like her, except for Maritza Cruz. He was loud, overbearing and like rubbing alcohol on all of my cuts and bruises. It got the job done, but you sure hated to see it coming your way. I hated seeing him come my way.

Sure. He had as much gal as I'll git out. He had no room to talk. He had known about Ty's father's murder for years and had never told the truth. He had hid things from Ty and pretended to love him like a son when all along, he was tainted and tarnished by the things he had done. There was a long trail of deceit behind John Sullivan, but I knew instinctively that he was no dummy and was an expert in the art of lying and was not easy to fool or to mess with. I had to tread lightly with this man.

He stopped short, his hand resting on his billy stick, wanting to show me who was in control here. His chest heaved in and out. His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed as he burned his accusing gaze my way, as did Yokas, who leaned with her back to the door to make sure no one else would come in.

Damn him.

"Maybe we shouldn't just look at Monroe, Sul. Maybe we should take a look at her buddy, here." Faith smirked, making me want to slap that silly look right off of her face.

Sully ventured toward me, his features ablaze. "Do you want to repeat what you just said? No. Tell me if this is right." He said, cocking his head to the side and rolling his eyes. " You don't want to work with the rest of us because you think that we somehow did that scumbag Monroe an injustice? If you don't recall, Let me refresh your memory. Rats aren't wanted around here. Maybe you should think about that and consider moving on to another precinct, Murphy."

They wereboth insinuating that I, too, was a rat. Double damn the both of them.

Ty stepped back and folded his arms over his chest and looked petulantly at me. He narrowed his gaze, his eyes shooting sparks at me. Man, I was so pissed at him right then. In that one gesture he had gone from only letting me know that our friendship was pretty much over, to letting Sully and Yokas know as well. His silence was as good as if he had spoken the words himself. He made no move to defend me when he knew, just knew that I wasn't a rat. At least not that kind.

I tightened my jaw and clenched my teeth together. I looked from Sully to Davis and shook my head at both of them before stepping forward to confront the old prick. He didn't scare me. Maybe he should have. Maybe I should have had more sense than to insult a senior officer but I didn't. I wasn't going to back down from what I believed in. Senior or not, he had made a bad call by taking his sweet time to get to Sasha and Brendan and I wasn't going to let him off the hook.

. "I'm gonna say this once, Sullivan, so listen up. I AM NOT A RAT and you have some nerve to say otherwise! You made a bad call! You put two officers in danger. I'd think that you'd know better considering you've been on the force long enough.....or maybe you're losing it in your old age, but either way, you better back off me and back off Monroe. Someone is gonna get hurt or even killed but I don't see any of you giving a shit about it!" I yelled in his fat face, my finger so close to his mouth he could have bit me.

He slapped my hand away and grabbed a hold of my throat and pushed me back into the row of lockers violently. I tried to wrestle my way out of his grip but he was too strong. Again, Ty stood there and did nothing, just stuffed his hands into the pockets of his uniform.

I could feel the sweat on the back of my neck, trickling down into the collar of my shirt and the awful smell of Sully's breath on my face. His eyes bulged and his chest heaved with his effort to keep me confined. I brought both of my hands up to pull him off of me, when he kneed me in the groin, causing me to almost pass out from the pain.

"You better watch your back, Murphy. You're bound to get into the same situation that Monroe found herself in except next time no one will come for you or your partner." Sully leaned in and whispered in my ear.

Yokas guarded the door and I began to feel a small amount of panic. They couldn't do much more to me in the locker room, I knew that. I glanced at the clock above the doorframe. It was 2:50. We had to be in role call in under five minutes, but something in all of their faces let me know that they had done a great deal of discussing the Monroe situation on their own time and had been waiting for this moment to come so they could confront me. He was squeezing so hard I thought that I might pass out, but just in time I heard pounding on the locker room door.

"OPEN THIS DOOR!"

I could hear Swersky swearing as he pushed against the door. Faith looked at Sully, who reluctantly let go of me. I coughed and doubled over and slid down to the floor, trying to catch my breath. By the time Faith stepped aside and Lieu came into view, both Sully and Ty were a few feet away from me.

"What the hell is going on in here?" he demanded, his hands on his hips. He looked from one to the other. All three had blank looks on their faces. He turned to me: " What happened to you Murphy?"

I shook my head and glanced at the posse standing behind him. All giving me dirty looks. "Ah....nothin' boss. Just a little argument. It's all good." I lied. The truth was that my throat hurt like hell and my head was starting to pound. I was also beginning to doubt that I'd ever be able to sire any children in the future from the way my groin was on fire. It was a terrible pain.

" You got something you need to discuss with me, Caleb?" He looked pointedly at me. He knew full well that something was up. And he also knew that it was very unlikely that I'd tell. In this business, you didn't get very far by running to the boss when something unpleasant happened.

" It's nothing, Lieu." Faith spoke up.

He turned on her, angrier than I'd ever seen him. " Don't speak until you're spoken to, Faith! I'm disappointed that you'd participate in this kind of thing, you just being promoted to detective and all."

"Lieu, I...."

"Shut the hell up. I give the orders here, not you! I want the three of you in my office NOW! As for you, Murphy, Hickox is waiting for you at your squad. Get out of here."

He turned and stomped out of the room, with the others behind him. The door slammed shut and echoed loudly. I got up off the floor and walked over to the sink and splashed some cold water on my face. I grabbed a paper towel and wiped myself off. I looked at my reflection. My blond hair was on end. My blue eyes, watery. I had red marks on my neck that would be hard to cover up. I was a mess, plain and simple. How had I gotten to this place? What would become of this? And more importantly, was I on a downward spiral, far from my control? I walked over to the window and looked outside, wanting more than anything to have the answers I needed to help me through the day. Everything in me whispered that this was far from over.

That was how it all began.

TBC