The department had refused an honor guard. So he refused to attend the funeral. It shouldn't have mattered, at least to him, whether or not it was a suicide. But it did. The decision was more political than anything. The brass didn't want the department to look bad. So they'd refused to have anything to do with it.
He put up with the shift's remarks about how much of a jerk he was, simply because he knew what he was going to do. And as he prepared himself for what was about to come, he wondered for a fleeting moment if he should have let them in on it. But it was already too late. He put his hat on and fixed his gloves before going out to wait.
When the procession neared headquarters, he straightened, watching for the casket. And as it passed, he looked straight forwards and saluted. It was a blatant show of insubordination, and he knew it; none of them were supposed to have been saluting, not to mention in uniform, but he did, and he was, and he didn't regret it. Crosetti had been a good man, and he'd be damned before anyone thought otherwise.
As the last of the mourners passed him by, he turned on his heel and went back inside, to face the consequences that would more than likely await him…the consequences that would come from honoring a fallen brother in the uniform they shared.
A/N: Wow. I seem to be on a serious H:LOTS kick lately...meh. Maybe because it's most of what I've been watching lately, though I'm starting to develop the opinion that season seven is kinda bad...probably why I'm going off in search of the other seasons to spare myself from certain characters (and I don't mean Munch, either, mind you...) Oh. And since I'm almost done rambling, let me say that H:LOTS is not mine and therefore, I shall go.