Ghost
The night was cool, brushing his skin as he moved in the shadows. There were few shadows to hide in here, the light of the propane gas filling station glittered across the water and cast its glow upon the asphalt.
This area was all but abandoned anyway. The restructuring of the station had gone smoothly after the blast, and the increased fencing meant not many people bothered. At the edge of the lower East side docks, it wasn't often frequented anyway, not even by the lowest of gangs. No targets, precious little privacy, cornered by the water.
Leonardo wasn't worried. He had fought here before. He had won.
He would win again if a fight arose.
But now was not the time for fighting, for drawing ones blades with the intent to kill. No. Not today.
Leonardo's heart was heavy, a weight that seemed to settle in his chest. It had settled there some time ago, refusing to budge. The shadows dropped from his skin like a cloak, falling away as he stepped to the edge of the peer. For one moment, he could step out of the shadows.
This moment deserved more honour than stolen glances from the darkness.
Leonardo bowed, a low, deep dip at the waist. He dropped slowly to one knee, lowering the traditional lantern into the water, allowing the light to flicker across the water, like the fire that had once swept this tier.
He shut his eyes as the tide threatened to swallow him whole.
Then he rose, turning as he sunk back into the darkness of the shadows.
And as the lantern glided across the water, nothing more than a ghost, the name shone through the rice paper and into the night. Officer J. Finn .
A/N: For those who remember one of the most heartbreaking episodes of Season 4.