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This story is No. 6 in the series "Reconciliation". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Damon stared, blinking, "...I think I just learned more about you in the last five minutes than in the last five months. To tell you the truth, I'd be annoyed if I didn't feel like I hit a gold mine." AtS/Detroit 1-8-7/The Departed

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Television > Detroit 1-8-7
Movies > Departed, The
AngelfirenzeFR1312,0170046916 May 1116 May 11Yes
Cosaint
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. The Departed. Dir. Martin Scorsese." Warner Bros.: 2006, Film. 3 Doors Down. "Away From the Sun.". Universal Records, 2002.

Summary: Damon stared, blinking, "...I think I just learned more about you in the last five minutes than in the last five months. To tell you the truth, I'd be annoyed if I didn't feel like I hit a gold mine."

Notes: Well. So I've rewatched the bits and pieces involving Bobby in 'Motor City Blues' and this started to take shape since details were coming back to me. Also, just for future reference, some things I'd forgotten were mentioned about Bobby's character will be explored, if not entirely in this chapter. Definitely beginning to skim the waters, though.

Notes, cont'd.: The title of this particular chapter translates as the French for 'My Augmented Family'.

Notes, three: Well. Since Already Been Cancelled has fulfilled their destiny once again, I can pretty much do almost anything I want now. Oh, and sign a petition immediately. *nods*

EDIT: Because I cannot believe I forgot Fitch is a vegetarian. *appalled, since I'm one, too*

Timeline: 1.17, Motor City Blues/1.18, Blackout; post-ANGEL: After the Fall. During The Departed, immediately following Ofc. William Costigan, Jr.'s funeral but the ending hasn't happened yet.

Spoilers: The entire canons 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.). Nearly the entirety of The Departed.

Rating: T for some implied language.

Part V: Ma Famille Augmentée

...When the last one falls, when it's all said and done - it gets hard, but it won't take away my love...

Washington tucked his napkin into his lap when something occurred to him and he looked up at Fitch across their round table before taking the damp towel and wiping his hands with it.

"Fitch - ah, Lou - look, Fitch, ah - " Damon rolled his eyes at Fitch chuckling at his stumbling over what to call him in public. "Anyway. I thought you said Bobby was only going to be in town for a week? Then you told him tonight before we dropped the kids off at your place that he'd be here for three."

Fitch's eyebrows raised in what Damon was beginning to learn was his characteristic 'I'm looking for how to explain a situation' look. "Well, uh, Bobby - he, uh, called his mother and explained about the baptism and some other stuff and they had some words, but then he asked her could he stay for more of Christmas break and got her to say 'yes'."

"Are you planning on telling her anything about what really happened, Brother?" Kate asked, tensing slightly as she noticed that Lou full well heard the pronoun she'd called him.

Lou paused for a moment, but then looked Kate fully in the face, "Well, I guess I don't have any reason not to anymore. I'm just...I'm wondering what to do about what else has come up."

Everyone at the table tensed, then, and Fitch noticed, immediately saying, "It's not that - not Maddie and not...them - it's - Bobby asked if he could move in with me...last night. I - I told him...I told him we have to talk to his mother and he said he can't stand the guy his mother's gonna marry and that guy can't stand him, but the thing of it is Linda had Bobby test for Stuyvesant and he - well, hell, my kid got in."

Kate's eyes widened, even as everyone else stayed firmly in the dark. "You're jo - oh, my God, Lou, how could you keep something like that to yourself!"

"Wait," Damon cut in as the waiters began bringing them their drink orders. "Stuyvesant, as in Bedford-Stuyvesant in Brooklyn?"

Fitch sighed but shook his head, "Not exactly. It's actually in Battery Park, not far from Ground Zero, unfortunately. It's over a hundred years old, collectively. It's named after Peter Stuyvesant, though it's usually called Stuy 3. But that's not the point. It's one of the most competitive schools in the country and specializes in science and math, though it has tons of stuff for the kids to do. Thousands test but not many get in...it's..."

Fitch shook his head in awe, but then got back to the point. "But it doesn't matter, really, because Bobby doesn't want to go."

"What? Why not?" Kate asked, astonished and not bothering to hide it.

"He wants to move here with you and go to high school in Detroit," Washington said quietly and Fitch nodded.

"His mother just about hit the roof. If she hadn't been on vacation, I'm pretty sure that would have been his butt."

"But if that school's so good and Bobby's so smart, then why wouldn't he want to go - aside from you?"

Fitch shook his head again, sipping his wine. "That's just it. He doesn't care about that part. He and the new guy don't get along so hot and, anyway, he says he's tired of New York and his mother had him for ten years all to herself and he wants time with me now."

Everyone was quiet then until Lauren spoke up, "But you think Stuyvesant's a great opportunity for Bobby, too."

Fitch sighed and nodded, "Yeah, I-I do. You have no idea. When I was his age, I would have killed to go there, but I went off to England instead. I don't know, maybe because it was at home and London wasn't. I hated London."

"If Bobby and Linda's fiancé don't get along, it could affect his grades and then he'd get expelled like you were from the Academy," Kate reasoned and Lou nodded, conceding her point.

"I just don't know where he'd go here - I mean, there's no denying he's a New Yorker. You idiots don't think I hear any of you talking about my accent, but I do. I'm not deaf."

Washington raised his hands, sitting back slightly, "Hey, I never said a word to that effect."

Fitch snorted, then, "Of course not, you just got there. They still won't leave you alone about that pharmacy crime scene debacle..."

Fitch pointedly did not laugh at the scowl that crossed Washington's face then. "See what I mean, partner? And that was just because you were new to a situation and...it didn't sit well with you."

Fitch stopped fiddling with his napkin and tossed it on the table for a moment, flinging his hands slightly backward, "I don't want Bobby to be 'The New York Kid' his whole high school career. At Stuyvesant, that really wouldn't matter because most of the kids there speak more than one language just from home. It's not like that here."

Sanchez took a deep breath, "I know what you mean. My brother and I got it all the time for speaking Spanish natively even though it was taught as a class. I remember once, he almost got expelled for beating up this one idiot who called him 'Speedy Gonzales' all the time. That got so old. They called me 'Chiquita Banana' and I got into fights, too."

"That doesn't even make sense," Fitch objected, thoroughly confused. "Bananas come from the Carribean."

"Tell that to a bunch of high schoolers."

Lou sighed and gestured toward Sanchez as if to completely illustrate his point. Kate sighed, herself, but said nothing.

"Well, in the end, Lou, it's really up to Bobby, right?" Lauren asked, though, trailing a finger along the condensation of her wine, glad she could drink it again. "You'll support him no matter what."

"Yeah. I...I couldn't do anything less."

"So, changing the topic," Damon said more cheerily, "I echo Bobby's sentiment earlier. Are you shipping up to Boston or what?"

"Ha ha ha," both Fitch and Lockley said simultaneously and Damon's grin spread, followed by a chuckle.

"If you recall correctly, I told Bobby no, we weren't going. It's not safe. It's bad enough he's here during all this - "

"Which is kind of my point. If being here's not a problem anymore, then why would South Boston be any different?"

All Lou and Kate could do was laugh softly in reply. "Look, organized crime has pretty much died out here, at least in comparison to New York and Boston. There's just...no comparison. 'Marginally disrupt' is their plan in New England, not 'put a stop altogether'. Yeah, we had that insanity with an attempt at the resurrection of the Purple Gang, but that was easily put down.

"Kids here aren't like they are in Brooklyn, the Bronx, Southie - it's not a quick buck like hustling on your own is. You don't have to watch your own back. All you need is a supplier and you're pretty much in business. In New England, for lack of a better description, things are much more tightly run with gangs working constantly to fill one another's shoes."

"And Bobby grew up in New York so wouldn't he know that?"

"We've lived in Westchester, not Brooklyn. That's a bit higher upstate and actually constructed largely of islands and sounds. It's eleven miles from Columbus Circle, but it might as well be a whole other world, as far as any of that nastiness goes. Linda's family's from Upstate near Haverstraw and mine was from around mid-state in Rome and Sherill.

"My - our parents chose Sleepy Hollow, Westchester, because my mother thought it was hilarious and for job reasons. It was an easy commute, too, by my mother's standards, and a lot safer. It's where we've been ever since, except for Katie, our dad, and I. London was way too populated for my tastes, I couldn't get a moment alone and I bet if I asked Katie about when she first moved to L.A. with our father, she'd eventually say the same thing."

Damon stared, blinking, "...I think I just learned more about you in the last five minutes than in the last five months. To tell you the truth, I'd be annoyed if I didn't feel like I hit a gold mine."

Fitch rolled his eyes, "Uh-huh, yeah, Bobby doesn't want to go to Stuyvesant partially for me and partially because he doesn't feel like the commute - because Linda's fiancé refuses to move, the xenophobic idiot - is worth his time. He said if he moved here, all he would have to do is catch a bus. I told him good luck with that part, but the rest kind of had merit. I've told him I'll think about it but, again, it's his mother's call. She has custody."

"It's not just her call, you - " and here, Kate irritably mouthed the word, 'pussy', which caused Fitch to restrain himself making a face or giving her the finger. "He's your son. You've worked this hard to get him back, he wants to be with you - Str - he's gone - why can't you accept that fact?"

But all Fitch could do was shake his head, reciting other words he'd hard more times than he could count, "We are fighting a war which will never be won. We are sending..." and here Fitch gripped the table hard enough that it creaked ominously, causing Kate to quickly swipe his hands away again. "...We are sending children out to die and they will continue to come. And come. And come. And to what benefit? At this enormous cost?"

Fitch looked at the ceiling and closed his eyes, blessing himself, and Washington suddenly remembered once when he'd asked Fitch to confide something, anything in him, and Fitch had only answered, I confide in my priest.

"It's not like with - "

"He wasn't a man, Katie," Fitch ground out, eyeing her out of the side of his own. "And there are others like him. Just because - "

"Yes, just because, Louie. Just because there are names written over and over on that board in your squadroom, do you give up? Do you stop trying to erase them?"

Fitch blinked, then, and Damon was shocked to actually see Fitch speechless, as was Sanchez. Damon remembered the words Fitch spoke right before he was shot. That's what's so great about working homicide: every day feels like your first day.

"Let Bobby grow up," Sanchez said softly, then, reaching out and taking his hand from across the table as the waiters began bringing their entrees. "Let him make this choice instead of his parents always doing it for him. Let him be with you like he wants to, Fitch. It's better than him still being unhappy. You'd never say he couldn't be happy in Detroit."

Fitch chuckled convulsively before nearly snatching his hand back and beginning to fiddle with his napkin and silverware, polishing everything and then placing it obsessively around his plate.

But Lauren wasn't finished, "Aren't you?"

Fitch looked up, caught off-guard by her question, and looked at everyone around him. His - most of his made-up and not-so-much family. He sighed.

"I wasn't. Once."

Sanchez smiled at him and Fitch felt his stomach drop. Maybe this really was the right thing. He breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of the Mixed Belgian Endive salad he'd ordered as they landed before him.

It was time to finally try to stop worrying.

END

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