I'm very sad to see our beloved Third Watch leave. I hope we all continue to thrive on these pages. Please keep up the awsome work. Here's my take on how the bunch comes together for something that means something to them all. As always I own nothing…..

Together Again

She watched him cast the line for the sixth time in fifteen minutes. He looked happy. Bosco had told him he was an unhappy man. He didn't look unhappy. He looked at peace. She needed to talk to him. Needed to ask for his help. She had never met John Sullivan before. She had heard the stories. He was the father Marice Boscorelli had wanted. He was a mentor and a friend. Now she stood not ten feet away from the man who helped mold some of New Yorks Finest. From what she heard he was the best. She needed the best right now. She needed to save a handful of officers from a fate worst then hell. Things had changed in the NYPD. Things that she couldn't sit back and watch. Things that were suddle and things that hit you like a ton of bricks. Changes that made being New Yorks Finest the most dangerous job in the world. Taking the last few steps toward the man with the fishing rod she took a deep breath.

"Whatever you're selling I ain't buying." The gruff voice almost made the woman take a step back. "But I must say you sure have moxie coming out here to sell it." He looked at the blond woman standing on the bank of his private oasis.

"I'm assuming your John Sullivan." She knew who he was but she also knew she needed to make the man want to talk to her.

"Well your one up on me there. You know who I am. Now who the hell are you and what are you doing on my piece of land." She stood only five six but John Sullivan knew that by the way she stood there that she was one not to be messed with for too long.

"Miranda…Miranda Boscorelli." Sully's head snapped up. He looked at her.

"Boscorelli?"

"Marice…Bosco…he's my husband." She removed the baseball cape from her long blond hair. She let it fall to her sholders and then replaced it. Sully stared at her for a moment. "He asked me to come here. To find you."

"It's been along time since I heard that name."

"Ten years." She looked at the man standing in front of her.

"Yeah I guess it has been that long. I went back for Faith's wedding. Has it really been ten years?"

"So he says. You haven't been getting your mail?"

"One's or twice a month. I haven't checked it in awhile."

"He sent you a letter a few weeks ago. He was worried you didn't answer."

"It must have slipped by me. I'm not as young as I used to be." Miranda smiled.

"None of us are."

"So Bosco sent you?"

"Yes. He needs your help Sully." She used his nickname in hopes it would make him more comfortable with her. "We all need you." Sully looked at the woman.

"All?"

"Finny, Davis, Monroe, Faith, Miller, Bosco. There's trouble brewing at One PP and well…no one can figure out what to do. We were hoping you could help." Sully looked at her with amusement.

"What could I possibly do to help you fix what ever is going wrong at One PP?"

"Because your John Sullivan and for some reason my husband and his friends said you're the one they need." Sully looked back at the lake. They were friends again. Ty, Brendan and the others. The woman infront of him was telling him that the people he left scatterd around New York all those years ago were friends again.

"Why did you come?"

"The others couldn't leave without someone getting suspisious."

"What are you talking about?"

"Ty and Brendan are working on a big case for anti crime. If they pull out now there cover might get blowen. Sasha's eight months pregnant and Faith and Miller are on this…mission that they won't tell anyone about but they told me to come and take you home.

"Home." Sully hadn't thought of New York as home in a lot of years. Home was here in the mountains now.

"Please Sully. Your friends need you." She looked pleadingly at him. "Please." She wispered. Things were bad. He knew by looking at her it wasn't in her nature to beg for help. Bosco would never fall for a weak woman. "The people you cared for back then need your help."

"Why me?"

"When things started to get rough and we realized things were wose then we imagened they all wished you were there." She looked at him with soulful brown eyes. "They need you there." She looked out over the lake. "This will all be here when you get back." Sully looked at her as she gazed across the lake. Did he really want to go back to New York? Did he need this now? Hell he was pushing sixty. He didn't need this. Not now.

"Bosco said you'd be a hard sell." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a letter. She handed it to him. "I'll let you read that and if you can let me know if you…want to catch a ride back to the city." She started though the trees hoping whatever Bosco wrote would be enough for John Sullivan.

Sully looked at the familer chicken scratch on the front of the envelope. He'd looked at too many of Bosco's reports to not know it was truly his. He watched Miranda head down the trail and then when she was out of sight he opened the letter. He laughed at the opening line.

"It's been a long time old man." Sully smiled again. Then he sombered as he read on. "By now you've met Miranda. She's quiet but deadly so don't let her fool you. She was a Texas Ranger before I knocked her up and she transferred to the NYPD. We have a son. He'll be three in June. That's enough about me Sully. Things have been happening here. Things we can't figure out. Things that are going to bring down the Brotherhood. You know what I'm talking about. Things that are so terrible that fifty thousand strong can't beat it. Faith and John Miller came to me last month. They found things at Major Crimes that didn't fit. Then Ty and Brendon. Miranda did some checking and well…it didn't look good. The department was hell ten years ago. We all know that. But it's sunk so low this time it may never get back to where it was. Please Sully. You know I live for these streets. To clean them up for mankind. Now I have a kid. And a wife. Reasons for making sure what I'm doing is the right thing. I know you can figure this out. It's 'omething downtown that none of us can touch. Please Sully…for Ty and his family and Brendon's and his. For me and Miranda…for the Brotherhood. Yours Truly, Marice Boscorelli, Bosco." Sully looked at the letter once more. He knew what he had to do.

"Crap." He packed up his takle box and pole and headed up the trail to find Miranda Boscorelli and tell her he would be riding back to The Big Apple with her. He hoped he wasn't making a big mistake.