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Flashback. New York 1996:

He sat watching the news in his hotel room three days later, raids were happening all across the city as the Malucci's and their associates were tracked down and arrested by the FBI. The six o'clock news had called it, "The biggest coup of the decade." He breathed a deep sigh of relief as he watched Frankie being dragged from a black SUV towards the federal building, shouting threats at the agents who surrounded him.

The programme also showed a clip of Agent Collins speaking to the press gathered outside the FBI field office telling the eager reporters that they had enough evidence to bring the crime organisation down for good.

He looked up as he heard someone enter his room, Collins stood by the bed with his hands on his hips. "You've heard the good news then?" he asked as he motioned his head to the television.

"You have them all in custody?"

"Yep, every last one of them. It helped that we had plenty of intel on where to find them."

He wasn't sure if he detected the slightest bit of warmth in the agent's voice although Collins facial expression and body language gave away little. "It's over then?"

"Yes. All that's left now is to get you out of the city, we need to put you somewhere you won't be found."

He nodded his head, and then asked. "When's the funeral?"

Collins looked at him puzzled, "What funeral?"

"Mine," he replied, his voice barely a whisper.

"Tomorrow morning, 10am. You'll be gone by then anyway." Collins had returned to his cold and unfeeling demeanour.

"No," He said firmly, "I want to go. I have to go," he corrected himself.

The other man let out an exasperated sigh, "What would be the point in that?"

He looked at Collins, pleading with his eyes for him to understand. "It's going to be the last time I'll see the people I care about. After everything I've done for you, you owe me that at least."

Sitting in the back of a black sedan car he watched solemnly as his old friend and priest Father Jerry Downey led the service. His heart sank as he looked at the three mourners who had attended his funeral, Lori, Robin and Lieutenant Fancy all dressed in black. This wasn't how he'd imagined he'd go out; the department had refused to issue a ceremonial burial. "Why would they? They all think I'm a dirty cop," he said to himself as he watched his coffin being lowered in to the ground.

Lieutenant Fancy embraced both women and whispered something to each of them before making his way from the cemetery. He desperately wanted to get out of the car and tell them all that he was still alive. "Don't even think about it," Collins growled as he gripped his arm tightly before nodding to the driver to pull away. Keeping his eyes on Robin and Lori he stared at them until they were out of view, hoping to commit their images to memory as they moved further in to the distance.

He woke with a start; Collins looked at him and gave him a wry smile. "Having a bad dream, were we?" he goaded.

He rubbed a weary hand over his face and adjusted the cap on his head, "Where are we?"

"Philadelphia."

"Where are we going?"

"Florida," Collins replied disinterestedly.

He sat up straighter, "Why the hell are we going there?"

Collins turned and looked at him, "Your new life. We're sending you to live in Miami."

"What am I supposed to do there? It's halfway across the country for God's sake."

Collins reached down and pulled a manila envelope out before throwing it in the redhead's lap. "The drive will give you plenty of time to learn about your new identity."

He opened the envelope cautiously and pulled out the file inside, his eyes widened as he read the contents. "I think you've made a mistake here," he said as he shook his head in disbelief.

"What would that be?" Collins replied smugly.

"It says here I'm being transferred to the Miami Dade Police Department. As a detective."

"That's correct."

Taking the hat off he scratched his head before placing it on the seat beside him. "How is that possible? I was thrown out of the NYPD."

The FBI agent moved in his seat, "About that, I might have given you the wrong impression about your dismissal from the force."

"I don't understand," he asked, perplexed.

"The photos, the search warrant, your arrest. They were all part of your cover story."

It took a few moments for the meaning of the other man's words to sink in. "You lied to me?" He could feel the anger build inside him.

"You were never formally dismissed from the NYPD, only those in the highest places knew of your assignment."

"How could you do that to me? I thought I'd lost everything!" Clenching his fists he tried to contain the white-hot fury surging through his veins.

"You needed to be as authentic as possible; I did it to ensure your safety, Mr Kelly."

"You bastard!" he shouted as he lunged for the arrogant FBI agent and grabbed him by his jacket. "How could you do that to me?"

Grabbing the angry redhead's hands he loosened them from his clothes as he spoke, "I did what was necessary. If I were you I'd spend less time trying to rip my head off and more time reading about your new life. We'll be in Miami by tomorrow."

He realised that he must have fallen asleep at some point as he woke to bright sunshine, the folder fell from his lap as he sat up straighter. "We're nearly there," Collins said as he sipped on a take-out cup of coffee before handing one to him.

"What am I supposed to do when I get there, where do I go?"

"You'll be dropped off at the MDPD headquarters, look inside the envelope again, Mr Kelly."

Peering into it he could see two sets of keys, he tipped them out on to his hand. "What are these for?" he asked as he held them up.

"Your new house and car. The address is in the folder, you'll find the car parked at the police headquarters."

"That's it, you're just going to kick me out and leave me there on my own?"

"You're work here is done. I have no further use for you." Collins tone was cruel and harsh.

"What about money, bank accounts? You can't just leave me here with nothing."

"It has all been taken care of, you'll find all the information you'll need in the folder," the agent responded as if he were talking to a child.

A few hours later the government-issued sedan pulled up outside the Miami Dade Police Headquarters. "Here's where we part, Kelly." The FBI agent motioned for him to get out of the car which he did reluctantly. "You're to ask for a Detective Frank Tripp, he's your new partner. Good luck."

Collins rolled down the window, "You know, you would have made a decent FBI agent," he mused before driving off, leaving him standing alone on the curb of a strange and alien city. He realised then that he was far from home and all alone with no one to rely on but himself.