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This story is No. 3 in the series "Reconciliation". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Damon sighed, "Maybe it has somethin' to do with that 'family business'. Aside from being cops." AtS/Detroit 1-8-7

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Television > Detroit 1-8-7AngelfirenzeFR1512,000003063 Apr 113 Apr 11Yes
By Angelfirenze

Disclaimer: Jason Richman and the rest of Remainder Men, Mandeville Television, ABC Studios, etc., own Fitch, et al. Joss and Mutant Enemy own Kate, et al. Eminem, feat. Dr. Dre, Xhibit, Snoop Dog. "Marshall Mathers LP.". Aftermath, 2001. Thursday. "Common Existence.". Epitaph, 2009.

Summary: Damon sighed, "Maybe it has somethin' to do with that 'family business'. Aside from being cops."

Notes: Well. This one wants to grow. Who am I to object?

Notes, cont'd.: Well, this chapter went where it wanted to. I hope that doesn't matter. Remember 'The Harvest' and Willow needing to sit down while already doing so? Yeah. *nods*

Notes, three: Eminem (or, more specifically, Xhibit) instead of Bayside, this chapter. Quite the departure. Huh.

Timeline: 1.17, Motor City Blues/1.18, Blackout; post-ANGEL: After the Fall.

Spoilers: The entire canon as it stands for both Detroit 1-8-7 and ANGEL, though only up to 'Immortality for Dummies' because that's all I've read up to so far. I'm working on getting 'Crown Prince Syndrome' (possibly aka 'Connorland', which hee.).

Rating: T for mild language.

Part III: Immersione nel fuoco - A

...Standing over you with a 12 gauge about to bust...It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust...I might leave in a body bag but never in cuffs...So who do you trust, they just not rugged enough...

Washington looked up from his son and rolled his eyes as he watched Mahajan drop into Fitch's seat across from his own desk.

"Fitch is going to have your butt for a hat stand, man. All I did was touch his paperweight Bobby gave 'im and he lost his mind."

"Yeah, but that was back when you first met and look now - you're each other's kids' godfathers..."

Mahajan adopted a falsely maudlin expression, "Oh, how things change."

Washington would have rolled his eyes if Mahajan hadn't been right, the ass, "Why are you here, doesn't Lieutenant Mason have you doin' somethin'?"

Mahajan adopted a disbelieving expression, "No, of course not. This Stram case has had us drowning in paperwork."

"But..." Washington glanced down at his son and then over at his wife, Lauren, before looking back at Mahajan. "Canada? The Feds? Not our juridiction in any way?"

Mahajan shrugged, "Lieutenant wants a record of it. Something about FBI Agent Annoyance Barbie not being allowed to just up and leave and take our case with her. Man, the only reason you and Fitch have gotten out of it is your families. You're part of the case." Mahajan scowled and folded his arms, leaning back in Fitch's chair. "Lucky you."

Washington looked at him in abject disbelief, "Yeah, a mob boss wanted to kill us all - real lucky. And Stram being after our families had nothin' to do with it, naw, not a thing." Washington objected and used his free hand to gently indicate the lieutenant's closed office. "And I'm tellin' you, man, your butt for a hat stand..."

"Oh, come on, the door's closed and they're engaged know, family stuff, which - wow, Fitch has a little sister? From L.A.? And..."

A sudden string of Italian, followed by something else, French, and then German, of all things, erupted from the lieutenant's office and Fitch threw the door open, "Mahajan, get out of my chair and away from my desk before I remove your head with a pencil and mount it over my fireplace!"

Washington burst out laughing as Mahajan actually managed to visibly pale, but stopped for a moment when Lauren smacked him on the arm.

"Did I mention Fitch has ears like a bat and a nose like one, too?" He was absolutely giggling now. "Get up..."

"How did he even know?" Mahajan gasped, staring at Fitch's agitated face before the other man closed the door back as he quickly vacated said seat and went back to his own desk, where Longford and, surprisingly enough, Sanchez, were giggling away at him.

"You should have known that was going to happen," Longford admonished, a shining grin on his face. "So, anything else you can tell us, Washington?"

"He-here's a question," Washington asked his coworkers at large, a mildly petulant pout on his face. "What am I, the resident Fitch-tionary, now?"

"Yes," everyone else answered in unison and Damon scowled as even Lauren chuckled.

"Does he like long walks on the beach?" Sanchez asked playfully.

"I don't know, you're the one that went to lunch with him and Bobby and you're goin' to dinner tonight with them and Fitch's surprise sister. Let us know, but I do know, he likes long walks up and down annoying people's spines and at the moment, I'm right there with him."

Sanchez laughed again and despite it being at his expense, Washington was happy to at least see her do so after everything with Stone. She deserved a laugh or three. "You're all going, too, don't forget that. Whole big thing - some Italian restaurant that only you two and Fitch know about."

"Yeah, well," Washington continued, now only slightly disgruntled, "If his sister picks up a phone and calls you on it from less than a foot away, don't be surprised. Apparently, they think that junk is funny."

"You're just mad 'cause a thirteen-year-old did it to you and you thought his dad put him up to it," Mahajan chimed back in from the safety of his own desk.

"I still don't see why he had to do that!" Washington griped, glaring at the once-again closed door. "I mean, what kid does that?"

"Fitch's kid, duh," Mahajan rejoined, and Washington nodded helplessly.

"What's Bobby like?" Washington heard Lauren ask quietly and turned back toward her and the baby, suddenly feeling much better.

Damon thought for a moment, "Uh, way too smart and mature for his own age, I mean, neither of them are very sarcastic so there's not that. Bobby likes to watch people a lot, from what I can tell. And, uh, he's real proud of Fitch bein' a cop."

"Not like the lieutenant's daughter," Longford cut in gently. "She hated it, remember? Maybe it's a New York thing. NYPD."

"It better not be," Washington objected, looking down at the baby and starting to make goofy faces so he'd laugh, gratified when he did. "And his sister moves like a cop, too. She had to have been one at some point. If it's the family business, yeah, he'd be proud."

"What did Fitch say before he opened the door?" Mahajan asked, looking in a lonesome way at Longford, who simply rolled his eyes.

"Do you really want to know how he threatened your life, partner? And, anyway, I don't speak French or...whatever that other language was."

"Irish," Washington clarified and everyone looked at him, surprised, in response to which he shrugged, "Bobby told us his family is mostly Italian and Irish, with some German in it - though he didn't know how about the German until earlier today. And Fitch agreed. I guess it was part of the 'godparent package'."

Mahajan's eyes widened further, "You mean he'd kill me in more ways than just a Mob-like fashion? Like...with a shillelagh?"

"You know, for that dumbassed comment, he just might," Longford said, shaking his head in pity. "Fitch has never been in the Mob. Not Italian, not Irish, not any Mob. He's not on the take, I thought yesterday would have made that completely clear."

"Well, I know that," Mahajan made a face. "I just mean...well, he's Fitch and...apparently, will kill someone for innocently sitting at his desk. Ask Washington, he picked up that paperweight that one time - remember what Fitch said to him?"

"'If you ever touch anything on my desk again, I will cut off your hands and lock 'em in the gun safe,'" everyone chorused, leading to the door to the lieutenant's office whipping open again and Kate Lockley staring out at everyone with glee all over her face.

"He said that? Lou, you said that? It's just a desk!"

"It's my desk."

"You're still a di...damn it, Lou, it's just a desk!"

Fitch rolled his eyes and slammed the door shut again, but not before they heard Bobby say, "I could get you another paperweight, Dad..."

Longford and Washington found they couldn't look at each other after that with starting to laugh uncontrollably and Mahajan looked back and forth between them. "Is this what being a dad is going to be like?"

"You need to find your egg donor first, remember?" Longford said teasingly and Mahajan made another face.

"Says the guy who's preparing as we speak to kill his daughter's fiancé over...what was it again?"

"He has the nerve to want to marry my little girl," Longford scowled and Sanchez bit back another giggle.

"How dare he, think your daughter's that special and perfect."

Longford paused, "...Well, when you put it like that..."

Sanchez grinned again, biting her lip when Mahajan smirked at her and mouthed, "Papa Bears."

"Don't think I didn't hear that," Longford said without looking back up from his paperwork.

Mahajan was astonished, "What are you, Fitch now?"

"No, just one of those Papa Bears."

Mahajan snorted but said nothing else.

"Damon," Washington heard Lauren whisper and leaned over to see what she wanted. "What did they mean earlier about explosives and little wooden sticks that double for fence posts? And those bullets on the table by the front door in Louis' apartment - Damon, I think they were silver! Silver?"

Washington could only shrug, gesturing faintly with his hands as he turned back toward the closed door. He whispered back, "Okay, that's just...Maybe we'll find out...maybe they don't want us to, like with this. Maybe it's a safety thing."

"It can't be if Bobby knows," she countered, but Washington shook his head.

"We don't know what he knows, or why."

"But he's only thirteen, why would it be safe for him to know, but not us?"

Damon sighed, "Maybe it has somethin' to do with that 'family business'. Aside from being cops."

"He's only thirteen, Damon!"

Washington sighed again and continued whispering, "And unless Fitch is willing to tell us what's up, speculation isn't gonna get us anywhere. He trusts us with Bobby - his whole world - i-if this has anything to do with Bobby, he'll let us know. We just have to give him time about this.

"I had to push him about making the calls because...well, I guess now I know he thought he was too dangerous to be near Bobby, what with Stram and all, but now Stram's gone, so maybe things'll cool down and he'll be more open.

"He didn't want us to end up like his last partner's family and risked me hating his guts for it, so the least I can do now is be patient and let him tell us if he can. Be patient with me, baby. It's worth it, I can tell you that. He's worth it."

Washington watched Lauren hesitate for just a moment before finally nodding and whispering back, "Okay. Okay, I'll wait on him. I'll wait, Damon."

Washington exhaled gustily and smiled a bit, "Thank you, baby."

Then the lieutenant's door opened and Bobby, of all people, was gesturing fervently at the Washingtons and, surprisingly, Sanchez. "Uncle Damon, Aunt Lauren - Ariana - Dad and Aunt Kate want you guys!"

Lauren raised an eyebrow at Damon, but both stood and went into the office, followed by an even more surprised Sanchez, regardless of their apprehension.

Fitch shut the door and stood still for a moment, apparently satisfied about something before taking a deep breath and turning back to face...his new family members, as well as Sanchez - who, if Bobby's persistence at overcoming his own reticence paid off, could be one, too...and preparing to lay his life out on a platter.

He wasn't built for this crap, he knew, but he also knew far more that he owed it to two of them, at the very least.

"Dio, I'm going to sound like a Watcher." Fitch fidgeted with his ear for a moment before forcing himself to look the leery couple in the eyes. He stared at his godson in Lauren's arms for a few moments and glanced at an encouraging Kate before forcing himself to breathe.

"You were trained by them," Kate reminded him and Fitch sighed heavily.

"Not helping, Katie. Okay, I've gotta get this out before I...whatever. Uh," Fitch cleared his throat and Kate kicked him in the shin. Fitch shot her the dirtiest look he could muster, but continued anyway. "The - older than, than any of you know..."

...First we're cut from the cloth in perfect shapes, then we're tied in a knot and we're left to fray...



Immersione nel fuoco - 'Immersion into Fire'

Dio - 'God'

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