NYPD Blue Fanfiction

Vicki's Fanfic

 

 

 

 

AFTEREFFECTS

 

 

 

            Preamble: This story is a follow up to Johnny Gets His Gold. It picks up after Andy has his conversation with Theo. Feeling a bit nostalgic one rainy afternoon, I popped in a tape of Season 9. After watching Johnny…it made me think of all that Andy had been through. First, Danny goes missing. So Andy and Connie spend the summer looking for him. Then 9/11. Next Andy finds Danny dead and almost falls off the wagon. Andy kills a guy in a shoot out, afterwich, he has to deal with his soon to be new partners father, withwhom he shares a past. Then comes the promotion. That night he has to tell Theo what happened. Within a few days of that Andy will be burying Danny. More than anything, it was the look on Andy’s face at the end of Johnny…that got this rolling. So, here we go. Enjoy.

 

 

 

Previously on NYPD Blue:

 

Andy: Daddy was on the news today…because a bad man had to stopped from hurting people.

 

Theo: What happened?

 

Andy: Daddy had to shoot the man.

 

Theo: Did he die?

 

Andy: That’s not what I wanted to happen…but he did die. I know that’s scary to think ‘bout. I want you to understand…I did it to save good peoples lives.

 

Theo: Will someone shoot you?

 

Andy: No…no son…no one’s gonna shoot daddy…Daddy will always be here with you. (Pause) Lookit that boat…pretty neat huh?

 

Thoe: Neat.

 

Andy: (Petting Theo’s head) You ok?

 

            Theo nods yes.

 

Andy: Ready to head home?

 

Theo: First can I see that man’s fish?

 

Andy: Alright…go look at the fish…

 

Theo: When I grow up I’m gonna be like you daddy…I wanna kill bad people.

Ooohhh…nice fish…

 

 

 

            Andy stares at Theo as he walks away from him.

 

Andy: (To himself) Oh Christ…does he think that’s all I do is kill bad people? That’s all I am to him? Should I talk to him some more and try and explain better? Shit, what was I thinkin’? (Looking up to the stars) Sylvia…help me? Please? I need you. God… I wish you were here. I miss you so much. I miss seein’ ya. I miss talkin’ to ya…(embarrassed) I miss touchin’ you…oh man…It’s times like these I miss you most of all. If you were here…you’d know the right things to say and do…you were always so smart and good with these things. I wish I had you here to talk to. Not just about Theo…but…like…my day…I had to kill someone. I had to take another mans life in order to save others. Someone’s son, or brother or whatever is dead at my hand and I had to explain this to Theo…which I think I did a lousy job of doin’…anyways…I got my First Grade today. You know that’s somethin’ I been wantin’ for a while now. That’s somethin’ I woulda liked to shared with you…somethin’ we coulda been happy about together. (Looking over at Theo) He a great kid Sylvia…so smart, got your good looks and happy…all of the credit goes to you…you laid the foundation for him…which I think I just screwed up…I just wish I knew I was doin’ right by him…I just wish I had someone to talk to…

 

            He hadn’t realizes he was crying until he tasted a salty tear on his lip. Quickly, he wipes his face and looks to see if anyone noticed. He sits for another moment, not thinking about anything, just looking out over the water.

 

Andy: (Rubbing his head and letting out a large sigh) Aaahhh right…enough. I do love you Sylvia…and I miss you somethin’ awful…(picking up the fishing gear) C’mon Theo…time to head home…to what…another night in front of the TV?

 

Theo: Thanks for lettin’ me look at your fish…

 

Man: Any time, son.

 

Andy: (To the nice man) Thanks…night.

 

 

           

 

 

            Theo had a case of “Motor Mouth” on the way home. He told Andy everything he and John did that day. Andy had thought about stopping to get some ice cream, then decided not to. The last thing Theo needed tonight was some sugar. As he and Theo enter the apartment, Andy hears the tail end of a message being left on the answering machine. It was Connie McDowell.

 

Connie: …so you can give me a call when you get this message…my number is

 

Andy: Hey..

 

Connie: Hey, congratulations. I just saw the press conference.

 

Andy: Yeah…ah, can you hold on for a minute?

 

Connie: Sure.

 

Andy: Theo…put the gear in the closet and start getting ready for bed.

 

Theo: K daddy…who’s on the phone?

 

Andy: A friend from work…go on now…(back to Connie) sorry ‘bout that.

 

Connie: Did I catch you at a bad time?

 

Andy: Nah…we just got in from fishin’

 

Connie: Fishing?

 

Andy: (Looking at Theo in the bedroom) Yeah…its somethin’ we like to do. I wanted to talk to him ‘bout today and all without the distractions of the TV and phone…and ah,…its just…

 

Connie: That’s great (letting out a small laugh) I ah,…I always knew my mom wanted to talk when she would ask me to help her cook. I think it’s nice you two have something like that. Ah…anyway…I just wanted to call and say congratulations…

 

Andy: Yeah…I was ah…gonna call you and tell you. I didn’t want you to think I was ah…I don’t know…not tellin you…

 

Connie: Cool…geezzz, I’m gonna have to study up…now that I’m being partnered with a First Grade…pretty cool stuff.

 

Andy: (Smiling) Yeah right…I’m sure a lot of this comes from the work we did together…with this Tailfeathers thing and ah…Danny and all.

 

Connie: And I’m sure it’s for all the great work you’ve done over the years. You’re a good cop Andy…I’ve learned a lot while workin’ with you…So partner, whadaya say…go out and celebrate sometime soon?

 

Andy: Aahh, I don’t know…I’m not one for that sort of thing…

 

Connie: C’mon…this is big…this is something good in your life…it needs to be celebrated.

 

Andy: With the funeral comin’ up…it’s just not a good time.

 

Connie: How ‘bout tonight?

Andy: Can’t…I’m just getting Theo down for the night.

 

Connie: Well…did you eat yet?

 

Andy: I grabbed a slice while I was out with Theo…

 

Connie: How’ bout this? I was just on my way out to get something to eat…why don’t I grab us both something and we can eat and quietly celebrate your promotion. Gotta eat right?

 

            Andy takes a second to think this over.

 

Andy: Yeah…I guess…it would be nice to…

 

Connie: Great, what do you feel like…Chinese? Italian?

 

Andy: Pasta for me…

 

Connie: Great…I’ll see ya in about an hour or so?

 

Andy: Yeah…

 

Connie: Good…see ya then.

 

 

            Andy sets to the task of getting Theo ready for bed. He has decided not to peruse the conversation he had earlier with Theo. Instead, he asked Theo what he and Aunt Katie had done together. This lasted through his bath and getting dressed for bed. Andy had to read him two stories before he settled down and fell asleep. With Theo tucked in for the night, Andy readied himself for Connie’s arrival. Just as soon as he finished setting the table, there was a soft and pleasant knock at his door.

 

Andy: (Opening the door) Hey…

 

Connie: Hey (handing him a bag) Sorry it took so long.

 

Andy: No problem…Theo was still a bit wound up…needed two stories tonight before he fell off to sleep. Told me all about his adventures with his Aunt Katie.

 

            They sit at the table divvying up the food.

 

Connie: You guys talk any more about today?

 

Andy: Nah…I didn’t think it wise to talk about that before bedtime.

 

Connie: Probably a good choice.

 

Andy: Yeah…I didn’t think I needed to scare him or screw him up anymore that I already did.

 

Connie: (Looking at him with a bit of a frown) Why would you say that?

 

Andy: (A little reluctant to go there) I don’t know how I did with that is all. I’m afraid I mighta scared him more that explain what happened…or screwed him up makin’ him think I kill people more that help them.

 

Connie: What’d you tell him?

 

            Andy relays the conversation in full.

 

Andy:…then he says he wants to be like me when he grows up and kill bad people.

 

Connie: (Thinking while she chews) Sounds to me like kid talk for wanting to be a cop…like his dad. I mean what did you want him to say…yes daddy, I fully understand the situation?

 

Andy: No…I just don’t want him to think I go around killin’ people all day. Or any cop for that matter. I want him to know we help people too…its important he knows we…I do good.

 

Connie: (Putting down her fork) I’m sure he does Andy. I always thought of kids as funny little people…shame they have to grow up…They say what’s on their minds, no matter what, then they move on to the next thing. How was he after you talked? Later? Did he seem like something was bothering him?

 

Andy: No…as a matter of fact…I couldn’t get him to shut up.

 

Connie: Is that unusual for him?

 

Andy: (Thinking while he chews) No, not really…especially since it was such an unusual day for him with John pickin’ him up and spendin’ the last few days with Aunt Katie and all.

 

Connie: There you go…shows you he’s thinking more about being with John and Katie than you killing people. Seems to me he feels safe and is a happy kid…your doing a good job raising him.

 

Andy: Sometimes, I worry I’m not doin’ the right things for him. (To himself:whoa, where’d that come from?)

 

Connie: I’m sure that a fairly common worry among parents…especially single parents. You can’t live life worrying all the time…you’ll miss too much if you do. You do the best you can with what’s been dealt to you. It’s not like kids come with instruction manuals, right?

 

Andy: (Smiling) Yeah…right.

 

            At this moment, Andy cannot get over how incredible comfortable this feels. There was absolutely no uneasiness in having this conversation with Connie. Unknown to him and to her as well, she was quietly calming any anxiety he might have had. It was nice to have some fresh eyes on the situation. It felt nice to have someone to talk to, it felt good. Most importantly, he felt good.

 

 

Connie: On the whole…he seemed ok?

 

Andy: Yeah…he did. What weighed heavy on me was when he asked if someone would shoot me.

 

Connie: I’m sure it would.

 

Andy: That bein’ part of my concern as to where I went wrong…in tellin’ him. The last thing I want is for him to worry every time I walk out the door…I’m not comin’ back. (A long pause) That’s what happened to his mother…one morning she’s here givin’ him breakfast and getting him ready for school…then she’s gone. I don’t ever want to put him through that again.

 

Andy begins to push around the pasta on his plate, lost in remembering what a hard time it was for the both of them. Going hand in hand with his melancholy feeling, is a feeling of good fortune in finding a friend like Connie. He still cannot get over how easy it feels to be with her.

 

 

Connie: (Breaking the long silence) Yeah…I can see that. I ah,…I guess I was Theo’s age when I started to worry ‘bout my dad.

 

Andy: What’d he do?

 

Connie: He was a cop…Chief of Police in Saratogo Springs. I always remembering him reassuring me that he’d be safe and there was nothing to worry about, but I still did…just me I guess.

 

Andy: He retired now?

 

Connie: No, he passed a few years ago.

 

Andy: Sorry…sounds like you two had a good relationship.

 

 

            Now it was her turn to be distracted. She ran her finer around the top of her glass, not quite ready to open up that part of her past to him. Connie fights the urge to tell him. She knows this just isn’t the right time. She is keenly aware that Andy needed to talk, and she was happy to be there for him. She knows what a rough time he’s been having. It was less than 24 hours since she pulled him out of the bar and stopped him from drinking. As hard as she could, she pushed her feeling aside in order to be able to help him. This was his time.

 

Connie: Yeah…we did…I mean we had our ups and downs as any kid/parent does. But for the most part…I guess my point is…if you were a mailman, or a stockbroker, or whatever…kids worry about their parents. Your just more aware of what he feels considering what you both have been through…in loosing someone you both loved so unexpectedly. Tonight, you reassured him that you’d be ok, right?

 

Andy Yeah…

 

Connie: Most times…that’s all they need to hear. If he knows he’s safe…then…he’ll feel safe. More importantly…if you are open and honest with him…he’ll be open and honest with you. In that if he needs to express himself about somethin…anything he can feel safe in turning to you. It’s…I feel anyway, important to have that foundation in your relationship. You’re doing a good job with him Andy.

 

Andy: Yeah…I guess your right. (To himself: This is incredible…)

 

Connie: (Smiling) So…tell me about the press conference?

 

Andy: (Shrugging his shoulders) Not much to tell…I was caught off guard with the promotion and all. I thought it was just gonna be a photo op with the kid. I never expected this.

 

Connie: (Smiling) I’m so happy for you…you must be thrilled.

 

 

            When he looks at her, smiling across the table at him, he was struck by the fact that when she smiled, so did her eyes. This reinforced his thoughts he had about her. Her feelings were really what she said they were. There was nothing false about her. Sometimes, she didn’t have to say a word to him. He had only to look in her eyes to know what she was feeling or even thinking.

 

Andy: (Forcing himself to concentrate) Well…takin’ my past into consideration…I’d have to say shocked more than thrilled.

 

Connie: We all have a past Andy.

 

Andy: Yep…some more that others.

 

Connie: Well…you’re not alone in that club. (To herself: oh shit…where’d that come from…) Pass me the pepper, please?

 

 

            Andy hands the pepper to Connie, holding it so she’ll have to look up at him. The smile now gone from her eyes, replaced by what? Hurt maybe? He releases the hold on the pepper, while forcing her to look at him. Not only was there something in her eyes, there was something in her tone with that last comment. He could tell she was holding back, but didn’t want to press too hard. This was just his way of letting her know…he knows. Connie on the other hand felt icredrably stupid for saying that the way she did. It was only because she felt so at ease with him. With one slip of the tongue, she knew she’d been caught in something. His eyes told her so. She had seen him give that look to a couple of skells they popped. She had though to herself the first time she witnessed him do that, she’d never want to get caught in that gaze. While she peppered her food, she waited for him to press on. She could feel him staring at her. She was ever so grateful when he leaned back into his chair and continued to eat.

 

Connie: (Clearing her throat and careful of her tone) So…I saw John got his gold shield?

 

Andy: (To himself: ok…I’ll wait…you cant hide from me forever…) Yeah…he ah…wants to come work at the 15th…but I think his old man has other plans for him.

 

Connie: Oh, yeah…why’s that?

 

Andy: Sr. and me don’t see eye to eye on things. I don’t think he wants his son around me.

 

Connie: You two know each other?

 

Andy: (Putting down his fork) What’d Medavoy tell ya…I swear to God…he’s worse that an old lady sometimes.

 

Connie: Greg didn’t say a word. It was pretty obvious at the hospital you two knew each other.

 

 

            Andy wipes his forehead and takes a sip of water while thinking whether he should go into his past dealings with Clark Sr. Taking into consideration she held back on him just a few minutes ago. He wasn’t hurt by her doing so. He knew she’d come around. Then he thought if he opened up, perhaps she’d do the same. He was willing to take the chance. He takes another sip of water before speaking.

 

Andy: (Clearing his throat) In the few months we’ve been workin’ together, you see how I do things. By that I mean, I give the perp a chance to tell his or her story…

 

Connie: Yeah…

 

Andy: Not exactly by the book, right?

 

Connie: Yeah…but you want to first know you got the right person. Any skell with a single brain cell would lawyer up if you read them their rights right away…

 

Andy: Right…that’s how I work…(leaning up from his seat) 20 some years ago, Clark Sr. and me are workin’ outta the 2-8. We caught a push-in on an 84-year-old woman…who had her skull cracked in with the butt of a gun. We catch the guy…who gives me a full confession…we go to trial…and the DA asked, if when I caught this guy…did I read him his rights…before I spoke to him…I said yes.

 

Connie: Knowing you didn’t…

 

Andy: Whatever…when Clark Sr. gets on the stand and the DA asks him if I’d given’ the perp his rights when I said I did…

 

Connie: He didn’t back you up…ouch…did it get tossed?

 

Andy: Yeah…I gave him a hard time about it…even harder when I drank…which was any day that ended in “Y”…every chance I had…didn’t matter who was around…I’d bust his balls big time.

 

           

            Andy takes a long pause, thinking back on this situation. Remembering that time in his life isn’t one of his favorite things to do. He’d never been very comfortable opening that door to anyone. But tonight…he felt safe, almost relieved in doing so. Connie waits for him to continue. She can see not only how painful it is for him, she can actually feel the pain coming off of him. In these few months of working together, things of his past have come up and out. The speech he gave her the night Danny went missing has stuck in her head. She learned so much about this man that night. Since they have been partnered together, she has done her best to invite him into her life as best she can and as much as he would allow. She has taken things slowly and dealt with situations as they arise. All of this only served to make her fell like crap for holding back on him earlier. Andy takes another sip of water before continuing.

 

Andy: Two months later, this perp does another push-in on another old lady and she got killed. So now I got my excuse for getting my load on…which I did…then I went to the bar lookin’ to fight Clark…he wouldn’t fight. (Reflectively) Lookin’ in the rear view mirror…I made a mistake pushin’ and pushin’ and getting in his face…the fact is…he told the truth.

 

Connie: But if he had backed you up…that woman wouldn’t have been killed.

 

Andy: And there probably isn’t a mornin’ when he wakes up…that isn’t on his mind…knowin’ his “honesty” got someone killed. Least that’s how I see it. So, now John Jr. wants to come work in our house…add to that, the kid getting shot on my watch…ppsshh…the old man rather die than see us work together.

 

Connie: He can’t blame you for his son getting shot…

 

Andy: He as much told me so tonight…and this morning before I left for the shrinks…

 

Connie: How’d that go?

 

Andy: Swell..you ever been?

 

Connie: No…but it sounded like you’d been there before…

 

Andy: Yeah…

 

Connie: (Cautiously)…for a killing?

 

Andy: No…well…it’s been a while between killings.

 

Connie: Does it get any easier? To deal with…

 

Andy: …when you kill someone? No…I’d would start to worry if it did. I did what I did today to save others from getting killed…he was gonna kill that kid if I didn’t kill him first. I’m not gonna loose any sleep over that decision…I know I was right in doin’ so. But the shrink…they get your head goin’ every which way…

 

Connie: (Sadly) Must have been awful for you. When you have no…

 

Andy: …one to talk to about it? It is.

 

 

            That wasn’t what she was going to say. He said it in hopes she would open up some. He catches her in his “gottcha” gaze again, and she knows it. She does her best to pull out of it, still not ready to tell him.

 

Connie: Helps to know you can talk to me about that…or anything…right?

 

Andy: (Waiting and holding)…yeah…that goes both ways, ya know?

 

 

            She nods her head in agreement unable to speak, wishing like all hell he’d break his gaze on her sometime soon. If he keeps this up, she may have to break down and tell him. Considering they have been through hell these past few months, is a wonder she hasn’t felt like this before. This isn’t what she wanted tonight to be like…she just wanted to be there for him. The phone rings. He breaks his gaze on her. He looks at his watch as he walks to answer the phone.

 

Andy: Yeah…

 

T-Rod: Hey Andy…I just got the word…congratulations.

 

Andy: Yeah, thanks boss.

 

            Connie gets up and begins to clear the table.

 

T-Rod: Sorry to be callin’ so late, its…I know your not one for a lot of hoopla in the squad room. (T-Rod can hear the clanging of dishes in the background) So, I’ll let you get back to what you were doin’.

 

Andy: Yeah…(just as Connie comes out of the kitchen) I was ah, havin’ a late dinner with a friend.

 

T-Rod: Ok…see ya in the morning.

 

Andy: Yeah, thanks again.

 

 

            Connie stands at the sink scraping the dishes off.

 

Connie: (To herself) SHIT…I wish he’d stop that…its like he can see right through me…it’s a little unsettling…to feel…this vulnerable.

 

 

            Andy joins her at the sink.

 

Connie: (As she washes the dishes) Boss throwing in his congrats?

 

Andy: (As he dries a dish) Ummhumm…

 

Connie: That was nice of him.

 

Andy: Yeah…

 

Connie: So…do you think Clark Jr. will come to the 15th?

 

Andy: Who knows…I’ll deal with that…if and when it happens. Right now, I got other things to be thinkin’ about.

 

Connie: (Looking over at him) Like what?

 

Andy: Like dealin’ with Danny’s funeral for one.

 

Connie: Sorry…I should have known…

 

Andy: Don’t be sorry…

 

Connie: It’s just…I know how hard it’s gonna…

 

            She almost drops a dish as she hands it to him.

 

Andy: (Frowning) You ok?

 

Connie: (Playing it off) Yeah…slippery hands,

 

 

            Andy decides to back off making her talk. It’s almost like getting a skell to go…you can’t push too hard or they clam up for good. For all the good she has done for him, he would like to be able to do the same for her. This isn’t the right time or place for her.

 

Andy: (Clearing his throat) I ah…may need your help with that…I have a problem with ah…public speakin’…

 

Connie: (Smiling as she looks at him) Sure…anyway I can be of help…you know that…

 

 

            As she looks at him, she sees he has soften his look. This makes her feel relaxed and easy. The last thing she wants is to put a strain on their friendship.

 

Andy: Yeah…thanks.

 

Connie: Have you given any thought as to what you might want to say?

 

Andy: No, not exactly. It hurts…sometimes to ah…thinkin’ ‘bout that.

 

Connie: Yeah…I guess so.

 

Andy: My biggest fear is loosin’ it grave side. I don’t want to be a blubberin’ idiot. But I want to say somethin’ nice.

 

Connie: Well…when you’re ready, just let me know and we’ll see ‘bout getting something together.

 

Andy: Yeah…(drying the last dish) I ah…see you brought dessert.

 

Connie: (Smiling) Yeah…gotta have something sweet after I eat.

 

 

            Together, they reach for a dishtowel. His hand atop of hers. Neither wants to be the first to move away. They look at each other and see it. One just as vulernable as the other. Slowly, Andy moves his hand away. Connie can feel a flush come over her face. She quickly turns and makes for the fridge, getting out the dessert, butter cookies half-dipped in dark chocolate. She stands with her back to him waiting for her face to cool off. He stands looking at her from the corner of his eye.

 

Andy: (Clearing his throat) You want I should ah…put some coffee on?

 

Connie: (Still with her back to him) Yeah…I’ll ah…I’ll just put these on the table.

(Walking to the table and thinking to herself: what was that?)

 

Andy: (To himself: what was that?

 

 

 

            She waits for him at the table while he makes the coffee.

 

Connie: (To herself) Where. The Hell. Did that come from? Whoa…that was strange…but nice in a way…get that thought outta your head McDowell…

 

Andy: (To himself, looking out the kitchen window) Settle yourself boy…you’re just feelin’ a little too much right now…its been a long day…and things are mixed up…settle yourself…

 

 

            After a few minutes, Andy joins Connie at the table. Each has had time to get their act together. Andy pours Connie some coffee, then sits with her.

 

Andy: (After eating a cookie) Umm…these are good…where’d you get them?

 

Connie: Georgine’s…same place I got dinner.

 

Andy: (Surprised) Right around the corner here? How’d you know ‘bout that place?

 

Connie: When I was in the 3-6 I found it…good huh?

 

Andy: Yeah…I like their food.

 

Connie: You go there a lot?

 

Andy: Not too much any more. Sylvia and me used to go there all the time, but…

 

Connie: You haven’t been back?

 

Andy: Nah…holds too many memories…

 

Connie: You miss her Andy?

 

 

            Andy puts down his mug and looks at Connie. The question threw him for a second, because no one’s ever asked him before. He rubs his forehead and looks away from Connie. She wants to know…he’ll tell her.

 

Andy: (Looking at Connie) Yeah…I do.

 

Connie: I’m sorry…what a dumb thing to ask…

 

Andy: No…its ok…really. (Letting out a large sigh) I was missin’ her tonight…earlier…

 

 

            Andy gets up from the table and walks over to look out the window. Slightly embarrassed by the emotions he was having, he stood with his back to Connie looking up at the stars. Connie gets up and stands by the couch.

 

Connie: (Very softly) Andy…I’m sorry for brining this up…it just happened, I didn’t mean to cause you any pain.

 

Andy: (Still looking out the window) Its alright…it…this just caught me off guard.

 

Connie: Maybe I should go…

 

Andy: (Turning to her) No…please…no…don’t leave me…not yet.

 

Connie: I never wanted to hurt you…

 

Andy: I know…I want you to stay. I need you to stay…please?

 

Connie: Sure.

 

Andy: It’s night’s like this…I seem to ah…miss her the most.

 

 

            Andy takes a seat in the overstuffed chair while Connie sits on the couch.

 

Andy: Its not one big thing…it’s a hundred little things that seem to get to me. It’s the aftereffects…knowin’ you’re comin’ home to an empty apartment… when the day is over…and you’re all alone…and…you got no one to talk to about…about anything…your day…the bills…whatever…things you take for granted that will always be there and…and …suddenly one day, its gone. Christ knows where I’d be without Theo. (Looking over at Connie) Or you.

 

Connie: Andy…

 

Andy: Seriously…your friendship has been a great source of help for me these past few months.  It means a lot to me…not just work wise…but things like this, tonight…last night…you bein’ there… and here tonight saved me…from God knows what. Thank you, Connie.

 

Connie: That’s what friends are for…as hokey as that sounds.

 

Andy: No…its not hokey…I value what we have I’d never want to loose it.

 

Connie: Same here.

 

           

            The atmosphere in the apartment had returned to a relaxed feeling. They sat for a few minutes before getting up and returning to the table to finish their coffee.

 

Connie: (Holding up her mug in a salute) Hey…let’s not forget to celebrate…congratulations Detective First Grade Andrew Sipowicz.

 

Andy: (Smiling and saluting back) Yeah…thanks. I really appreciate this. I really needed this tonight. I was ah…little reluctant at first…but now I’m glad you’re here. Thanks.

 

Connie: The pleasure is all mine…

 

Andy: You sure I’m not wearin’ out my welcome?

 

Connie: Andy…I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.

 

 

            They sit in a very comfortable silence and finish their coffee. As they begin to clean up, Andy tries to think of a reason to extend their time together.

 

Andy: (Clearing his throat) You ah…got a few minutes to go over a few thoughts I have about ah…what I should say…for Danny?

 

Connie: Yeah…sure.

 

            They make their way to the living room and settle on the couch.

 

Andy: Like I said before…it hurts sometimes to think about…

 

Connie: (Very innocently taking his hand into hers) Just take your time…say what’s in your heart.

 

Andy: (Squeezing her hand) He was a good cop. It made me proud to know him and …and to work with him. (With a quivering lip) And I’m gonna miss him.

 

Connie: (Looking over at him) Go ‘head…your doing great…

 

Andy: I want to mention what he meant to all of us…like his loyalty and how brave he was…

 

Connie: I always thought he had a good heart…

 

Andy: Yeah…and his sense of wrong and right…anyways…I know he’s in a better place…

 

Connie: …but a part of him will always be with us…

 

Andy: (Looking over at her with a tear rolling down his cheek) Yeah…yeah…how’s that?

 

Connie: I think that’s beautiful…I think you said it all…or do you want to say more?

 

Andy: I think that’s all I’ll be able to get out…

 

Connie: Then that’s enough.

 

 

            She wipes the tear from his cheek and continues to hold his hand. She can feel her own tears welling up and fights to hold them in. He needs her strength right now. They sat for a long time each lost in their own thoughts about this night. Andy wondering about that wish he made, Connie thankful he answered the phone.

 

Connie: Well…

 

Andy: Yeah, huh?

 

Connie: I think I’ll call it a night. What time is it anyway?

 

Andy: (Looking at his watch) 1:30.

 

Connie: (Getting up) Yeah…6am will be before you know it.

 

Andy: (Walking her to the door) Connie…thanks again…for everything.

 

Connie: Not a problem, partner…night Andy.

 

Andy: (Opening the door for her) Night…be careful goin’ home.

 

Connie: (Walking down the hall) Always…

 

 

 

            He closed the door and makes his way to the window. He turns off the light and looks outside. He makes sure she gets into her car safely. As he watches her taillight fad into the night, he looks up to the stars and says a silent prayer of thanks. Who knows what the aftereffects of tonight will bring?