I'm more upset about the cancellation than I thought I would be, even if it didn't come off as surprise (atrocious ratings are never a good omen).

This is a drabble dedicated to Casey's tweet. Damn him for making me laugh.


"Detective Calligan, do you mind explaining how this equipment got into civilian's hands?" Asked sergeant... Smith? Jones? Tommy didn't even care to remember the guy's name. Catherine was still at the hospital and her replacement was less than impressed with the way the Flirtual killer investigation was conducted.

Tommy shrugged. There was no way he could possibly find a credible excuse for that without throwing anyone under the bus.

"Detective Calligan, I don't think you understand how serious your situation is. Suspension, demotion, dismissal. It's your choice."

Tommy winced. Being reprimanded like a difficult child only brought back memories of his less than glorious teenage years. Unfortunately this time around there was no Ben to get him out of the trouble, no one to lie for him.

"Should I call the union lawyer?" He answered defiantly.

He knew he was making things worse but at this point it just didn't matter. Lindy was still gone, her words still echoing in his mind and for the first time in his life this job was no longer a priority.

"I suppose you have no explanation to Yeager's face covered in bruises either? Or how you knew where to look for our suspect? Or how you got to Hart Island? Because something tells me you didn't just swim there." Sergeant's voice was rising and he looked beyond pissed.

"I caught the guy, didn't I? It shouldn't matter how I did it." Tommy was pretty much burying his potential career.

"Detective Calligan, you caught the guy because a bunch of *hackers* helped you in a barely authorised operation! I can already see Bolin's lawyers spinning this in the court!"

"He confessed." Even to his own ears it sounded like a weak excuse.

"Ah, yes. Let's talk about that. He confessed to Detective Yeager because apparently you lost your shit when interrogating him."

Oh, right. There was that. Tommy was so busy actively trying to block out the taunts from his mind he slightly forgot he asked Yeager to replace him.

"Where is she? Lindy Sampson? We have several witnesses stating Bolin was with her at that train station."

Now that was a question that Tommy could answer in all honesty.

"I don't know. And he won't say."

"They were involved, right? And she has a record courtesy of you and your former partner."

Ok, this wasn't going in the direction Tommy wanted to see. He had enough of exploring this messy past on his own, thank you very much.

"Lindy Sampson was our source because Bolin was obsessed with her. There's nothing more to that," Tommy tried to keep his voice steady. Saying her name out loud was twisting his heart a bit. "Her involvement is no longer necessary and I repeat, I don't know where she is."

"Detective Calligan... Thomas... You're not helping yourself." Tommy cringed. No one but his parents called him that and only back when he was a kid and in trouble. Thomas was associated with being suspended at school at grounded at home. He let out a nervous laugh. How fitting.

"I have nothing else to say."

"You don't leave me with much choice, Detective. You're suspended," Sergeant said with a resigned sigh. "Your badge and your gun."

Tommy rose from his chair and slowly put both on the table. His hand trembled a little and he hesitated. This job was all he knew. He wasn't sure he even remembered how to not be a cop.

"You'll get an official notice of the proposal for the disciplinary action and the review board will contact you directly with the hearing date."

Tommy nodded. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all. He temporarily needed this chapter of his life to be close. He wouldn't be able to focus on work anyway. Not when he had so many questions to ask her. Not when he needed to see her, to make sure she was ok.

He silently left the office and packed a few things from his desk. He could feel his colleagues looking at him, probably with a pity he truly didn't deserve. He was fine.

He took his phone out and dialled a familiar number.

"Hey, George. It's me. Yeah, yeah, didn't go well. Anyway got anything new for me?"

This was just the beginning.