Dream Like New York

Happy Birthday to our new son, Noah Fitzpatrick.

Lá breithe shona duit, mac. Sorry, we'll have to forgo our first father-son pint, kiddo.

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Portent
n. 1. A sign or warning that something significant is likely to happen; “an occurrence of crucial portent.”

Euan sat, and he waited. Just like countless days before this. If he couldn't be there to sit, and wait, he made sure someone else wasn't very far away. The interior of this hospital and this ICU room had become like a second home to him, even more so than his office at work. Life went on, day in, day out. Euan still worked, now elevated to Captain. He still had his fingers in countless pies, and saw horrific things in his line of work. His past forever haunted him, but these days, he saw it as a foundation of fuck-ups upon which to build a better life.

This life, he wasn't just a cop. He was a father, a husband, a son, a grandson, a brother, an uncle, a friend. He cherished every single one with each breath he was gifted with inhaling. Fuck knew, he didn't deserve any of it. Not really. He should have been dead and buried long ago. It was impossible for him not to think of this as Karma somehow coming back to get him for all the cuntish things he did. It didn't matter if he wasn't the same person anymore. Nothing erased your past.

( Noah was like a son to him. Not young enough to be his biologically, but Euan always felt way more old than his years... )

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"But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again"
• The Cave, Mumford & Sons

Life was hard to juggle lately, but they were doing the best they could. With Jules pulling a weekend nightshift, Euan had the reigns with their bairn. The last place he wanted to be with her was at the hospital, but shit happened. He was standing by the window of the ICU room, nursing his sleeping daughter in his arms, trying to keep her settled with soft, soothing pats to her back as he rocked her just a little. It had taken some work to get her to sleep after feeding her, so he was reluctant to break the rhythm he had.

( Behind him, the beeps and sighs of the life support machines had become background noise... )

Nothing more fucking awkward than watching Americans pretending to be Irish and making dicks o'themselves. Ya' ain't ever gonna get it right, fuckers.

Ipecac.

How the fuck...?

Wait, I ain't fucking ready for this.

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"A friend will be a friend in times of all kinds."

Euan had known Cole's post on Facebook wasn't a good sign. It was also not a good sign when you were someone's NA sponsor and you didn't hear from them. The message on Facebook to Cole went unanswered, and so did the string of text messages Euan tried to send him soon after. Phone calls went straight to voicemail, despite ringing a few times in a row. Sometimes people might just pick up to tell you to fuck off and stop ringing. Sometimes a 'fuck off' was better than nothing at all... especially from someone who had history of substance addiction, depression, and suicide attempts.

( Even if it was early as fuck and still dark outside, Euan grabbed his keys and headed into the city to Cole's place... )

Who: Euan Fitzpatrick and Clint Chevalier
What: Intervention
Where: Outside New York City
When: Few hours after THIS

As soon as Lorenzo raised the alarm that Clint had gone AWOL from the hospital, Euan knew what was going on. He put an APB out on Clint as a person of interest to track him down because Euan knew if he didn't act fast, Clint would go and fucking do something he would regret for the rest of his life... if not end up in the slammer for the rest of his life. Euan had known Clint since his rookie days. They had even gotten deeply involved in top secret shit together that neither would ever speak about again. But Euan knew what the blood-lust for revenge felt like. He had been there, and he had acted on it in the past. Again, things he never directly spoke out. People knew he could he dangerous, and that was where the knowledge ended.

Clint was much the same, so Euan understood where his train of thought would be. Lorenzo said he thought he had been able to talk some sense into Clint, but it was Clint. You never knew with Clint. He was outwith the realm of being analysed, and that was for a good reason. Doing the job he did, he had to ensure no one ever suspected his next move. Euan just wasn't going to take any chances.

The call came that Clint had been spotted walking on a roadside just out of the city. Or stumbling, more like. Euan told the cops who made the sighting to watch from a distance until he got there, but leave the intervention to him. He pulled his car up onto the kerbside and got out to intercept Clint from going any further. He opened the passenger's door and nodded towards it. "Get th'fuck in."

Who: Euan Fitzpatrick and Caleb Leary
What: Questions
Where: Cop Shop, NYC
When: After THIS

Euan was on the first flight out of Savannah back to New York. He had come as the liaison between Zoran's home base in NYC and where the murder took place in Savannah. He had been riding a desk for a few months now in the Captain job, so he hadn't been actively involved in any investigations except in an an advisory capacity and calling the shots on any complications that came up which Annalise needed back-up for. This case was different. For one, Julie was personally involved, so Euan was emotionally invested. Second, it involved a really emotionally and psychologically taxed young guy, so they had to be careful how they played their cards with him. And finally, Witness Protection cases meant he had to oversee anyway, so in this particular case, he was going to run the initial questioning with Witness Protection watching out of sight.

Ultimately, Zoran's safety was of utmost importance. The father was dead, he didn't matter. Who did it to the father did, and whether they were an immediate risk to Zoran. This random dude from Zoran's past who had shown up out of the blue was a suspect now. Possibly having a motive after Zoran revealed he was alive and what his father did to him. Honestly, Euan wouldn't blame the kid if he had gotten on a plane and killed the bastard in cold blood. Euan probably would have done the same thing. But would Zoran be the next victim in that case? Who knew? No one knew, and that was why they needed to tread carefully. All they needed was an alibi, but Euan wanted more if they were going to leave Zoran's welfare in this guy's hands.

A bit of poking around in Savannah with Caleb's family revealed they hadn't heard from the kid in weeks now. Which was apparently unusual, and not really going in his favour at this point. Euan wasn't just going to slap a guilty until proven innocent sticker on his forehead and be done with it. Not when the kid could be all that Zoran had left from his past.

He showed up on the guy's doorstep extremely early. He got into the building via the doorman and knocked on the apartment door without ringing any buzzers. He told him he was requesting he come to the station for questioning in relation to the murder of Lenard Duval, and if he didn't come quietly, Euan was going to arrest him. Putting the wind up the kid a bit would ensure his emotions were shaken and more likely to be completely honest, or fuck up his lies. Now Caleb was sitting in one of the interview rooms at the precinct and Euan came in with a folder. He didn't sit across from him, instead taking the seat beside him. "When was the last time ya' saw Zoran's father?"

JD @ Linc. Med. Height + age match. Meet you there.