Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Third Watch characters.
This is a repost of a I wrote the story last year in a more readable format. It wasn't intentional at the time, but the story may contain spoilers for the latest episodes of season 6.
I'm a big fan of Third Watch and I think it is one of the best scripted-shows on TV. The writers do a fantastic job weaving the lives of so many intricate characters. My story is told from Brendan Finney's point of view. I think his character has a lot of potential to develop in the future, especially regarding his relationship with his father. The story continues after the episode "rat bastard" (may contain some spoilers). It's my first fan fiction, please read and review.
Chapter 1: Christmas Eve, Midnight
The gunshot rings in my ears and almost deafens me. A sharp pain rips through my chest like I've never experienced before. I drop to my knees, unable to move another fiber in my body. I try not to look, but there's so much blood in front of my eyes, warm and flowing and gushing, melting a pattern in the glittering, pure blanket of snow covering the rooftop. Time seems to have stopped and I can't quite catch my breath, but the pain is more than physical, because the man who pulled the trigger is someone I've feared and loved and revered my entire life.
"Finney! Fin, are you alright?" Davis' voice is drifting my way from the stairs. Even though my senses are numbing me, I can hear Sully on the radio, "Central, this is 5-5 Charlie, shots fired on the roof of IAB headquarters, requesting backup now!" He sounds almost out of breath. It's too late, I thought, and it's not suppose to end like this…