Authors note: I'm not sure where this is going. It's just a dream I had.

Summary: the third watch precinct is gone. Everyone is split up. What if they all got together again?

CHAPTER 1:

The 55th precinct was still black from the ashes that had formed after the horrendous fire which shut down the building, the place where friends were made, love blossomed or secrets were revealed and people died. It was a place where everyone knew each other and even if they didn't like that person, well they were sort of close.

Inside the building, everything was crumbling, the call room looked like a frequently used furnace, and the investigation room was similar just with a lot more ash and burnt wood on the floor. The locker room still smelled of smoke. The lockers itself rattled and smeared with ash. They creaked whenever it opened and any personal belongings and equipment was ruined.

Camelot was closed forever. The "knights" of New York City would no longer meet at King and Arthur, but a few blocks down the street.

Now, Davis and Finney are the new anti crime unit and they are just the best so far. Bosco is the same. Nothing was different. He wears the navy blue officer uniform and constantly runs down the streets chasing bad guys trying to make the world a better place in his bad ass way. Yokas is a detective and apparently she and Detective Miller are going to move in soon.

It was five months since that dreadful day and Sully was having a nice peaceful time out by the cottage, fishing and drinking beer, sometimes writing a song or two. It was beautiful by the lake and so refreshing after breathing in the stale New York air for so many years. The lake was clear and fish was abundant. Sully always caught something. The trees were tall, with large trunks and lush green leaves, that gave shade everywhere around the lake. It was a beautiful sight, yet Sully did not see all that. He may have for the first month or so. He liked how he could see the sun and feel its rays that would squeeze between the leaves of the trees and fall onto the muddy roads and the tall wild grass. But now, to him it was all the same: trees, water sunlight. He didn't soak in its beauty and he couldn't appreciate it. He loved his work a lot, he realized. He had worked for so many years. He worked with TWO generations of the Davis family. He wanted to go back; it felt like he had to go back. His job was all he had. No fresh air and good fishing grounds could make him feel better. He needed to go back.

With this revelation, he smiled to himself. He then reeled his last catch of the day, packed up his equipment and started to row back towards the shore. In his mind, there were so many new thoughts and ideas starting to grow. Sully was getting pretty excited right now. He would have jumped the boat and swam to shore if he thought it would be faster. He knew he was pretty slow and not that well in shape. This brought on another thought: would they hire an aging bent out of shape cop? He wasn't so sure if they would let him back on the streets. This thought alone made him want to go back and fish in the middle of the lake again. But he resisted this. He had to do this it was his only passion. One that at times he hated it. One that he wanted to quit everyday but it was also the one that he never did quit. It was the one that he loved.

So once he got out of the little boat, he headed to the cabin at the end of the trail, where he had stayed. Sully walked faster as he thought he would soon be going home, home to dirty polluted crime infested New York City. Finally.