Three funerals in one day. It's tragic, but not surprising. After all, this is Baltimore. Murders are not uncommon. But this time it is different. This time, the three caskets hold police officers, men who will be laid to rest in their dress uniforms. Men who gave their lives for their city.
He sits near the back of the church. Emotions are running high today; no one is afraid to show what they're feeling, including him. He finds it ironic that had he not been absent from the squad room, he might very well be in one of those caskets.
But the thing that hurts the most is that even though these men are considered fallen heroes, their sacrifice will go unnoticed by the city that bleeds.
A/N: A third fic. Or drabble. Or whatever you want to call it. It's still H:LOTS and the show is still not mine, no matter how you look at it.