John Sullivan and Abigail Sinclair ended up in a café near the precinct. Sully had asked Lieutenant Swersky for two hours off. And as his partner Davis was okay with being on the streets alone for that time, Swersky had agreed as well. Sully had changed out of uniform and into his civic clothes. He didn't want to have a private conversation in a public space still wearing his uniform.
Now, Abby and Sully were sitting at a table in the back of the café having some coffee. They talked about what had happened since Abigail Sinclair had left New York.
"I found out that I was pregnant shortly after I left. I wasn't sure whether or not to keep it, you know. It's his child after all." She gently stroke her son's arm.
"Keeping Johnny was the best decision I ever made, John. Not long after I had him, I met someone."
Abby returned her attention to the police man opposite of her.
"His name's Tony. He's British. He's been very good to us."
Sully managed a smile.
"That's good," he said and took a sip of his coffee.
"So, what about you? What happened to you?" the woman wanted to know.
"I met someone, too," John started.
"She lived at my building, next door to me and we started dating."
Sully smiled when he thought back to their first date. They had met after his shift had been over and wanted to have dinner at a restaurant. He had played the piano for her. She had looked so beautiful in her dress; he would never forget that sight.
Abby noticed he was talking in past tense and was fearing the worst.
"What happened to her? Did she leave you?"
"Oh, no," John contradicted.
"Tatiana moved in with me. Then 9-11 happened and it made me realise how much I loved her, so I asked her to marry me…"
Abby looked at him, curiously waiting for him to continue. "And?"
"She said yes! And we got married that same evening." He showed her his platinum wedding ring.
"I'm so glad for you, John! You deserved something good in your life!" Abby said and he could tall she really meant it.
John looked at her intensely. It wasn't that he wasn't glad to see her again and to hear that things were working out for her as well, but he was wondering why she came to see him after all that time. So he asked her about it, hoping she wouldn't get him wrong.
"I was wondering when you'd ask," she returned, smiling again.
"Johnny is about to be baptised soon and I need to pick a Godfather for him."
She was still smiling when she watched Sully realising where she was going.
"You want me to be his Godfather?" he concluded and was surprised, to say the least.
"I couldn't think of a better person."
Abby reached out and took his hand.
"I don't know what to say…" He was flattered and honoured and tried to keep his voice steady.
"Just say 'yes'."
John Sullivan looked at her and then at the baby that shared his first name.
"Yes…"
Boy 55-3 with Alex Taylor and Sydney Edwards arrived at the construction site at 3725 Amsterdam Avenue. Officer Davis from 55-Charlie was already waiting for the paramedics. With them was a little boy, not much older than twelve.
When Alex got out of the ambulance, Davis came to join her, the boy in tow.
"Little Kevin here and his friend Timmy wanted to play some ball here. The ball fell into one of the construction pipes and Kevin's little brother Marty went in to get it and got stuck," Ty explained while they went over to the pipes where the boy was stuck in.
"Is he conscious?" Alex wanted to know.
"I've been talking to him, he's stuck pretty good," the officer confirmed.
They arrived at the scene. Alex knelt down next to the pipe, trying to get a look.
"Marty, can you hear me?" she addressed him. All she could see were his feet.
"Yes," he moaned.
"He's getting weaker. Said he couldn't get breath right," Davis told her.
"Marty, I'm Alex. We're gotta get you out in a second, okay? Just hold on a few more minutes, all right?"
A weak "okay" came back.
"Any ideas?" Alex asked, looking at everybody.
"Can we crush the pipe?" Ty asked.
Sidney Edwards shook her head.
"We would hurt him…"
Joey had finally fallen asleep in his mother's arms. She was lying next to her son, also asleep. Jimmy Doherty sat in a chair by the other side of his son's bed and watched them closely. The fever had started to lower about an hour ago. But so far, the doctor's didn't know what had caused it. Jimmy finally decided to call the firehouse to tell them that Joey was getting better. When he got up, Kim startled awake.
"Where are you going?" she wanted to know, her voice sounding tired.
Jimmy told her.
"You need anything from the vending machines?" he added, feeling the urgent need to have something cold to drink.
"Coffee would be good," Kim returned and yawned. She looked at Joey, who was still asleep in her arms. He had scared them good today. His face wasn't as red as before and his forehead had cooled down too. Joey was getting better. And that was all that mattered. Not where the fever came from. Only that it seemed to be over with.
