A/N: Here's chapter three, it took me over a month and I won't even begin to make an excuse for you because I really don't have one this time. I'll say sorry for it taking me so long though, I feel so rotten on how long it has taken me to update this story, it's not fair to you readers out there (If I have any left) I'll try my HARDEST to be quick on chapter four!

Special Thanks: Cosmic Castaway and Laurie Lasagna, my beta team! You guys rock, thanks for listening to me and reading over my work, I love you guys! Also to all my readers and those who reply to let me know how it's going, I appreciate it so much!

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: Still don't own them, never have…. I can only wish!

Spoilers: After the series finale, "Goodbye to Camelot"

Brotherhood of Camelot Chapter Three: Once Strong, Always Strong

Two random street cops responded to the call that the fire department called in to central, first expecting to have to direct traffic, but then it was evident that it was much more serious when the dead body inside the car was revealed to them. They stood back, each of them studying it, not really sure what to do at first. Both were thankful when the detectives got on scene, taking over.

"Shit, the 7-9 house just had a burned up body too," The detective replied as he waved some lingering smoke away from his face. "I sure hope this isn't related." He paused, looking at his partner. "Okay, let's get the coroner to pull the victim out, not much we can do since all the damn evidence is gone. We'll just have to wait for the medical report."

"Yeah, I'll get a hold of Bed Stye, let them know we have something that might be related." The detective waited as the phone rang, then someone picked up, "Yeah, can I talk to Detective Jayce Carlton please?"

"Detective Carlton speaking."

"This is Detective Hill with the 22nd precinct, we have a body here that might be related to the case you are working, you might want to come down to our ME's office and take a look."

Carlton took in a deep sigh, closing his eyes as his hands ran over mounds of paperwork that was piled in front of him. This couldn't be happening, not another one, but maybe it was a coincidence and had nothing to do with his. "Okay, call me after the autopsy." He hung up the phone, staring at it after he did. "Yeah, just a coincidence, has to be."

"You two already made an arrest in that drive by shooting?" The captain of the 5-3 squad peered around the corner of his office door, seeing Finney and Davis walk in, both heading towards their offices for the paperwork they'd have to fill out over the case.

"Yes sir," Davis replied as they walked past. "It was a dunker, very easy."

"Good job you two." The captain paused, his face growing really serious. "Word's out on the street that there might be a serial arsonist and murderer. It's just a rumor but I caught wind of it a few minutes ago. 7-9's victim was their desk sergeant, 2-2 got a call to a car fire, and they still haven't released who that victim is yet. We'll know if they are connected after that."

Finney nodded. "When is that desk sergeant's funeral going to be?" Funerals for fellow cops were never fun, even if they didn't even know the man or woman in the casket, but it was always a good thing to go pay your respects if you could get away from the job long enough.

"The day hasn't been released yet, but I'll let everyone know."

"Thanks Cap." Davis patted him on the shoulder as they made their way to their destination, both silent from the news. Sitting down hard in his chair, Davis played with a pen in front of him, thinking about what their captain had just told them.

"Man, talk about a rough way to go." He replied, breaking the silence between them. "Maybe he was dead before."

Finney shook his head. "We can only hope. I wonder who that other victim is. Hopefully not a cop."

"I guess we'll find out soon." Davis said as he stood up pouring himself some coffee. "I guess nothing we can do but catch the bastard that's doing it and pay them back." His mind instantly thought about Tatiana, Sully's wife that was found burned up in their apartment, but thankfully she was a case where she was dead before the fire was even lit. He quickly looked down at his own paperwork, trying to think of something, anything else.

Detective Hill had just got back from lunch when he saw the file on his desk from the Medical Examiner's office. He knew at that moment that underneath the cover of the manila folder would be the identity of the victim from earlier. He sat down, running his hands over his face, sighing. His partner interrupted his thoughts as he entered the office, patting him on the back.

"Wow, they were quick this time."

Hill nodded, opening it up. He felt the sudden urge to vomit when he saw the name, as well as the information. "Oh my God," he whispered, reaching for his phone. He dialed the phone number for the house in Bed Stye, waiting for Detective Carlton, and was lucky that he answered.

"This is Detective Carlton."

"Detective Hill. Hey, I got the information back from that fire earlier. Comes back to another cop." He stared down at the picture as he paused, waiting to see Carlton's reaction.

"Who is it?"

"He's listed as retired, was a Lieutenant for the 55th precinct. Lieutenant Swersky."

Carlton knew that it was connected now, two cop deaths within 24 hours, both involving fires, there was no way it was a coincidence like he was hoping. "Thanks Hill." He hung up the phone, remembering that Boscorelli had been part of the 55th precinct before he transferred. "Anyone know where Officer Boscorelli is?" Carlton asked as he walked through.

"He just brought one in for possession, check central booking." The secretary yelled as he paused between phone calls.

Carlton turned around in midstep, opening the door, revealing Boscorelli and Denison putting a man in the holding cell. "Hey Bosco, can I talk to you for a second, in private?" His face was grim, he wasn't sure how close Bosco was to this Lieutenant, but he was from his old house so he was sure it would hit Bosco pretty hard.

Denison gave a small wave. "Don't mind me, I'll stay here and start this damn grunt work."Bosco nodded at him, taking note to Carlton's demeanor as they exited into the hallway, walking to Carlton's office. "What's going on?" His throat grew dry, the walk seemed to take forever, and it didn't help that Carlton wasn't saying a word, his eyes stayed lowered to the floor. Shutting the door behind them, Bosco asked again, "What is it?"

"I'm sure you heard about that fire this morning where they found another body right?"

Bosco didn't say anything, but waited for him to continue.

"We found out it was a fellow cop." Carlton paused, not realizing that it would be this hard to break the news to a man he had butted heads with so many times. He suddenly felt sorry for him, weird how those things seemed to work out. "He was from the 55th precinct."

Bosco stepped back a little, letting out a small gasp that escaped his lips. "Who was it?'

"A retired lieutenant. Lieutenant Swersky." The look that flashed across Bosco's face made it apparent to Carlton that he indeed knew him, and knew him well. "I'm sorry, Boz," He whispered.

At first Bosco wasn't sure what to do. He felt like a ton of bricks had just been dropped on him, then he felt angry, and then he fought the tears that began to form in his eyes. His voice cracked, "Thanks Carlton." He opened the door, making his way down to his lieutenant. "Sir, I need to take some personal time."

"Everything okay?"

"I don't know," He shrugged. "I'll call you later." His legs felt like they would give out at any time, and he didn't want anyone to see him cry so he hurried out the door, headed somewhere, anywhere. He just needed some fresh air. Swersky was dead, the man that made Bosco the cop he was today, gone just like that. He knew one thing though; he was going to find the people responsible.

News spread like wildfire about Swersky's death, already informing everyone who was previously on his 55th crew. Funny how New York was such a big city and they were spread out across it, but they all found out around the same time. It was obvious they were all still in shock over his untimely murder, each of them standing outside where the old precinct once stood, now an empty lot where neighborhood kids joined to play.

Even the firemen and medics stood with them, Swersky was a huge part of their lives also. They all just happened to show up, no one made arrangements for them to meet at Camelot, almost like it was meant to happen. No one said a word as they stood together in a small circle, the only one missing was of course, Cruz.

Awkwardness set in as the minutes passed, and Faith couldn't take anymore of it so she shifted her weight, moving forward. "I just know one thing," she said, breaking the silence that seemed like a century, "whoever did this will not get away with it."

Bosco bit the inside of his cheek, agreeing with her but he didn't say anything, he just nodded in agreement. He had thought that from the very beginning, how they'd avenge his death, his horrible death that shouldn't be wished upon anyone.

"We all need to keep a lookout. There have been two cop murders due to arson so any one of us could be next, you just never know." Finney replied, knowing it wasn't the most pleasant thing to bring up but it had to be let out, he had to make sure his fellow brothers in blue were well informed. He averted his attention to FDNY. "You guys too, we have no idea what's going on."

"Thanks Finney," DK said as he closed his eyes, hoping this would all be gone when he opened them again, but of course it wasn't, it was a reality no one wanted to deal with but would never go away.

More silence fell in as they stood there, each having their own memories flash in front of their eyes about the days before the fire that burned up their second homes. It was still painful to think how they all had to split up so quickly, with no warning whatsoever. The cold night air set in as clouds filled the sky. Snow was on the way but that didn't stop any of them from staying there at that very moment. It wasn't solving much, them staring at a gap in buildings out on the sidewalk, but it meant the gang was back together, even if un-fateful, harsh events were the reason they were standing there tonight.

"I was really hoping our first reunion would be a fun occasion," Carlos sad as he looked at his watch. He paused, staring down at his shoes as a few snow flurries fell down. "This sucks."

"It'll end on a good note, we'll catch the bastard that's doing this." Bosco said as he moved away from the group. "I'm going to get started on this, there's no way I'm sleeping tonight."

"I'll come with you." Finney walked in his direction, knowing he should probably go home with Grace but knew he was better off getting this going, he wouldn't be able to relax as well.

The group began to split up, each going back to their homes, but they all knew this wasn't the last time they'd be joined together, definitely not. This was going to be a team effort to find out the culprit behind this, the fire department and police department of the old Camelot always kicked ass, this situation would be no different. Once strong, always strong.

TBC….

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