Author's Notes: Here is a new story I've been trying to write for awhile. The idea came after the finale, and I'm finally getting to do it. Please let me know how you like it and if I should continue it, whatever you have to say is greatly appreciated.
Spoilers: After the Series Finale, "Goodbye to Camelot." That's when it all takes place, their new lives with their new departments. Enjoy!
Rating: PG-13 for now…
Special Thanks: Cosmic Castaway and Laurie Lasagna! Took a trip up to Baltimore, and it seems every time I go up there it turns my muse on! Thanks gals, you rock! Don't know what I'd do without you!
Summary: Often times it takes a tragedy to bring together friends and colleagues who have lost touch. This theory is no different for the Camelot Gang.
Brotherhood of Camelot Chapter One: Foreshadow
The sound of metal colliding with another hard object is said to be heard blocks away. It's a sound that can echo throughout someone's mind for years to come. That's at least what the witnesses of this wreck say, but they saw more than just a wreck. Kids innocently played in the park across the street, oblivious to the events that soon would transpire in front of them. Other people shopped in the bodega, buying food and necessities. The day was normal, the crowded streets packed with people in a hurry to get wherever they needed, but the noise soon stopped.
A black Escalade bolted around the corner, practically taking the vehicle on two wheels. The loud thumping of bass could be heard as it slowed down. No one really thought anything of it, seeing as that was normal in big cities, and in certain neighborhoods. The men inside the dark tented windows of the SVU searched, they knew their victim was near by, and they gripped their guns tightly, ready for evasive action. The man they were targeting had no idea what was soon to happen, he entered the main street from a side street, minding his own business in his small town car. That's when gun shots rang out, and the town car sped out of control, colliding into the bodega where the innocent people that once were shopping, were now pinned in.
Kids screamed from the horror that played out in front of their eyes. Parents rushed to them, grabbing them and running in the other direction, in fear that the men inside the Escalade would get out and do more damage, but that didn't happen. It sped off after making sure the job had been done, leaving everyone else in shock from the drastic event. Everything quickly fell silent though, and the hissing from the car's engine was practically the only thing that could be heard.
Breaking the silence, a witness screamed, "Someone call 911!"
"So how's Grace doing?" Davis asked, looking down at some paperwork that was stacked on his desk. It seemed no matter how much he worked on it, it piled up even higher. 'The life of a Lieutenant', he thought. He didn't look up at Finney as he waited for a response.
Finney leaned back in his chair as he folded his arms over his chest. "What do you mean?" He saw Davis everyday and it seemed everyday he was asking about her, but that was fine. Showed he actually cared.
"She had her 7 month checkup for her pregnancy yesterday I thought. How'd that go?"
Finney ran his hands over his hair. "It went great, the baby is like 4 and a half pounds already. Gonna be a big one."
"Still letting it be a surprise about the sex of the baby?"
Finney nodded as he poured himself some coffee, but didn't respond because the phone rang. "5-3, this is Sergeant Finney." He paused as he heard the voice on the other line, arching his eyebrow at the same time. "Okay, thanks." He hung the phone up. "There was a wreck over on 86th; they need us for some reason."
"Let's go," Davis replied, grabbing his radio and jacket.
Carlos peered into the car that was still pretty much covered in rubble from the building that once stood. He glared back at his partner, a rookie fresh out of paramedic school. He never was too thrilled about having to train a newbie, but they considered him one of the best medics in the city, so at least they thought that about him, and it was indeed a nice ego boost. He waited patiently as he brought the supplies from the back of the ambulance. Stumbling up to him, he handed Carlos a flashlight so they could assess the situation.
"What took you so long with the supplies?" He asked as he flashed the light on the motionless body.
"I had a hard time finding a few things."
Carlos almost reamed him, but thought twice as he thought back to when he was new and was afraid to ask about things also. "Okay, well learn it, you need to be quicker." He averted his attention back to the body, seeing an apparent gunshot wound to the man's temple. "Yeah, he's gone. Call the meat wagon." He walked back out, waiting as the crime scene investigators got there. "I hate calls like this."
The rookie stared back at him, not sure if it was okay to say anything. "Can I ask why?"
"Even though it's a DOA we are still going to have a lot of paperwork. And the fact that he died from something other than the wreck, even though it's not our job to find that out, thankfully." He paused, seeing how the rookie was pretty much uneasy about this whole situation. "Just relax, we've all been rookies. Take a deep breath."
He saw a black Lincoln pull up, noticing it was the cops that were called to the scene. "Finally!" He said, as he walked up to the car, unaware of who was in it. He stepped back as both doors opened, and out came Finney and Davis, two men he hadn't seen since he could remember.
"Finney? Davis?" He stared back at them, waiting to get their response.
"If it isn't Carlos Nieto! How the hell have you been?" They both walked up to him, shaking his hand, but Davis had to do more. He pulled him into a tight hug. "You look great; I guess that luxurious life over on Staten Island will do that to a guy." All the while the rookie stayed back, trying to take all of this in. It was obvious they had a past, and he wondered if he'd ever get close to anyone. The way this day was going he was worrying if he'd even last very long to make any friends at all.
"I wish we could stand around and catch up longer, but there's a crime scene over there." Davis let him go; a huge smile was still across his face. "Don't be a stranger, you know my cell phone number." He and Finney proceeded to the car as Carlos followed. "Woah, look at the mess."
"Yeah, times like these I'm glad I'm not a cop." He stood back as Finney and Davis looked in, trying to gather as much as they could. "I've got to get this rookie back to the house and show him the paperwork. We need to get together and have drinks or something."
"Sounds like a plan. What's the rookie's name?" Finney asked as he kept his eyes on what he was doing.
"Daniel Brightman. I think he's going to be good if he sticks with it. See you guys later."
They both watched as he made his way back to the ambulance. "Man, what are the chances we'd run into him? You don't see a person for a long while and then they just suddenly come back into your life. That's a sign I'm telling you." Finney said as he found the man's wallet. He opened it up, revealing the man's driver's license as well as some pictures of what was probably his family.
"Please tell me you found something useful," Davis said as he waited.
"Name was Lou Thomas. White male, lived over on Long Island, Amityville to be exact." He tossed the wallet to Davis. "Had a nice looking family too." They both knew the next step to this, and that was notifying the family, a part of the job no one ever got used to, no matter how many years you had of experience under your belt.
"Dammit I hate rainy days." Bosco said as he glanced out the window. He also hated the fact that his partner, Brian Denison always hogged the RMP, driving it almost everyday. He had been working with Denison for awhile now with the 7-9 in Bed Stye, but he still had not gotten used to riding shotgun. Denison was the superior officer though, having around 27 years experience on the force. Bosco was of course no rookie though, and at times it seemed Denison treated him like one.
"7-9 Charlie, respond to 3-9-8 53rd street, fight in progress."
Bosco queued his radio, glaring at Denison as he did it. "7-9 Charlie, 10-4." He let go of the button, fighting the urge to just jump out and run. "Let's go Denison, too deaf to hear the call that just came over the radio?"
"I'd go if I could get through the traffic. Settle down."
If anything made Bosco mad it was when someone told him that, and it only made it worse. "I might as well get out and walk; I sure as hell would beat you there. I swear Brian, you have gotta start letting me drive."
Calmly and in a low voice, Denison couldn't help but push Boscorelli's buttons. "I'll let you drive when you learn to calm down."
It of course worked, and Bosco's anger was flaring. "Here you go treating me like a rookie again. I've been on this job for 12 years." He sat back in his seat, not even sure what to say next. "Just get me to the call and we'll settle this later."
It seemed like an eternity but they got there, seeing a huge crowd on the sidewalk, some were cheering on what was going on in the middle of the circle, while others just stood in awe over it. Bosco pushed through a few, trying to get a peak, smirking the whole time. Over the crowd he yelled, "You do know that I can take you in just for urging the fight to go on right?"
This caused a few onlookers to stop their rooting and hollering, but many didn't care. He and Denison continued to stand back as the crowd slowly dissipated as many finally realized cops were on the scene. The two women fighting did not subside however, and continued to lay into one another, unaware of the situation around them.
"This looks like a scene off of Jerry Springer or something! Where's the mud pit?" Bosco couldn't help himself from saying that, it was quite weird to see two grown women fighting. Denison just remained calm like he always did, or like he was going to fall asleep. After a few more moments of waiting, they finally got in, trying to break the two women apart. They were gripping each other so tight that it was practically impossible to get in between them, and no matter what the two officers said the girls were not letting loose.
"Let go of my hair you damn redneck white trash bitch!" The fight was between a black girl and a white girl, and since they were unable to do anything but grip each other, it was now time for name calling, which to Bosco was funny in itself. He was finally able to work himself in between the two, and quickly got a sharp fingernail to his eye, causing him to bend over from the extreme pain that was sent to such a sensitive area to the body.
Now he was pissed, and the once funny situation was now an all out battle to get them split up. Thankfully Denison was on his game, and they got them pulled apart, but both were still swinging. Bosco noticed a silver item in the white girl's hand and quickly pulled it from her, seeing there was blood caked on it. He quickly put the cuffs on her, as did Denison with the other.
Getting right up in the girl's face, he flashed the weapon in front of her. "You have gotta be kidding me. You use a fingernail file as a weapon, and get caught with it?" He shook his head. "You should've just grabbed a knife and went all out with it."
Neither girl said anything as they just stared at each other as if they were ready to cut one another's throats out. "Oh so you are both talked out now?"
"Let's take them in," Denison replied. Normally fights were solved at the scene, but this one wasn't right. "Maybe their silence will break once they get put in an 8 by 10 cell."
The drive back was pretty silent, each girl just sat there. It was obvious they both had been to jail before; normally first timers freaked out and were as helpful as ever in hopes of getting out of it. Bosco wanted to turn around and talk crap, but decided it was best not to, besides something up the road had caught his attention, and the last thing on his mind was the two girls they had just picked up. "Hey Brian, you see that up there?"
"Yeah, looks like something is on fire."
"Go over there, it's that back alley." They pulled in off of a side street, seeing orange and blue flames growing higher and higher with each second. "It's a dumpster, what the hell?" Bosco waited for the car to come to a halt, and then got out. Denison followed as they saw that the fire was now climbing onto the building that was next to it.
"Central, this is 7-9 Charlie; we need FDNY at 45 Towson, the alley behind it."
Bosco tried to get closer to it, but it was extremely hot. "Probably some homeless person, trying to stay warm, fled the scene when it went to shit." He backed off even more when he felt his stomach grow queasy. "Nothing like the smell of garbage on fire either." He tried plugging his nose but that didn't help at all.
The sirens of the fire truck could be heard, and soon the engine had arrived near where they were as the firemen got out, going straight to work. Bosco and Denison stood by, forgetting altogether that they had two people in their backseat. "Took you guys long enough to get here, a small fire turned into a big one."
"We don't see you guys attempting to try and put it out. That's why you call the pros in."
Bosco knew that fireman well, a man he grew to dislike. He reminded him a lot of Doherty back during his 55th days. "Bite me." It wasn't much longer that the fire was under control; just a few more puffs of smoke came out of what was once a dumpster.
"You ready to get back to the house?" Denison asked as they both started back to the RMP. "Hopefully those two girls aren't dead in the back seat."
Just as they were getting back in the car, one of the firemen let out a small yell, and then tried to get their attention. "Boscorelli!"
Bosco turned to look at him, "What is it now? You forget how to turn the hose off?"
"You might want to come see this."
He scoffed as he shut his door again, strutting over to the dumpster. "I swear you guys would never make it without us." He looked over to where they were pointing, and quickly backed away. "Yeah, and that's a dead body." He waited for Denison, realizing that's what they had been smelling.
The same fireman that was giving them hell before was fighting the urge to puke as he bent over, gagging. "That's just, really disgusting."
Bosco patted him on the back, smirking. "This is why you call the pro's in, right?"
Denison watched everything play out before him, taking in a deep sigh. "I knew today wouldn't be a normal day. We better get the Lieutenant down here."
TBC….
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