A/N: DO NOT READ THIS UNTIL YOU HAVE READ CHAPTER 61 (Chapter 60: First week wa New Partner PT2) POSTED 3/22/12 !

This is a short sort of vignette with the reactions of the burg regarding the pictures. My plan if I am able to do it, is do one of these a day leading up to the final chapter posting on Thursday 3/29/12 the one year anniversary to What does it mean to trust!

I hope you enjoy these…my little surprise for all my much loved fans of the story!

So this is the last vignette looking into the reactions of the burg. Tomorrow will be the final chapter posting of the story. I wanted to say thank you to all my loyal and new followers. I can't tell you all what it has meant to me you enjoying and following this story! I hope you enjoy the final burg reaction!

Burg Reaction 6: Joe Morelli POV

I had been out all of Tuesday morning dealing with another gang bangers death, like anyone really gave a shit. In my opinion it was better for everyone. Someone did the world a fucking favor. But it was my job to investigate of course how much I decided to investigate well now that was up to me.

I had gotten back to the office mid afternoon I was hungry, I was grumpy, and I was ready to call it a day but my shift wasn't up. Our shifts were long and crime was high. Being a detective I had better things to do than investigate a gang banger's death. I had real crimes to solve. But my boss and his boss didn't see it that way so I would do what I had to do to keep them off of my back on this one.

I sat down at my desk ready to file the report and Carl knocks on the door. "Carl, what's up?" I asked him a little annoyed and grumpy.

He held up his hands "nothing man, nothing at all. I was just wondering if you have been by your home today." Why was he asking me this shit? What the hell did it matter to him? I am too hungry too tired for this fucking shit.

"Carl? I went by there earlier why?" I said just hoping he would leave my office and leave me peace.

"I just wanted to ask if you got a white envelope in the mail today." He said and I looked up wondering where he was going with this.

I motioned for him to spit it out. "Well several people in the burg are talking about getting a white envelope today and I was wondering if you got it." He said. Why the fuck would I care?

"Carl I didn't I don't know what you are talking about and I am too tired to really give a shit." I told him. He partially smiled at me I continued "Carl you live in the burg did you get one?" I asked him and he nodded.

"I haven't seen it, but my wife called me and told me about it." He told me I nodded well good for him. Go tell someone else about the fucking thing. I didn't have the time, energy, or the desire to continuing this shit with him.

"Carl unless there is something else I am buried here I need to get these reports out." I told him and he nodded stepping back out into the hallway closing the door behind him. Well at least he closed the door behind him.

I ran my hand over my face. I felt my five o'clock shadow on my face and made a note to shave in the next day or so.

I briefly wondered if I shouldn't take a drive down Stark Street and pick up a woman. I could really use a little release of pent up emotions. I could pick up one of those whores on Stark and treat her the way I wanted and be able to release these feelings. I could be as rough as I wanted to be and it would be okay; they could take it after all they were use to it.

I focused back on the reports I had to do only to be interrupted by a knock at the door. "Come in" I said feeling my level of annoyance go up. Eddie walked through the door.

"Morelli" he said and I could see that he wasn't really happy but I had news for him I wasn't the happiest either.

"Eddie, what's up?" I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders. What the hell did he want? He came knocking on my fucking door.

"Eddie I am really busy here with these reports is this important?" I asked him and he shook his head no. Then why did he feel the need to worry the shit out of me if it wasn't important. I wanted to scream but I refrained.

"I was just wondering if you seen the envelope." He said. I narrowed my eyes at him. What is it with this fucking envelope? Everyone was obsessed with it.

I shook my head no. "No Eddie I haven't seen it. I apparently am the only one in the entire burg that didn't get the envelope." I told him my frustration growing. He nodded and smiled slightly at me almost as if this was something that he was enjoying. I just didn't understand why he wanted to mess with me.

"Eddie, Carl said something about this but I have no idea what you or he are talking about. I have real work to do so if you don't mind." I said making a motion to the door letting him know I had no more patience for this bull shit.

Eddie nodded and walked out before he got all the way out he turned back "Morelli if you should receive an envelope in the mail let me know what you think of the contents." He said and that sparked my interest a little bit but I really didn't have time to dwell on it much.

I was writing my report and thoughts of the envelope keep seeping into my thoughts. Before I knew it I had picked up the phone and called the only person I knew who would know what is going on when it came to the burg; my mother.

The phone rang once before she answered. "Hello this is the Morelli residence" she said.

"Mom, how are you?" I asked her

"Hi Son how are you?' She said and I could hear the excitement in her voice. She loved when I called her. She loved it even more when I went by there.

"Mom I am fine. I am calling to see if you got an envelope in the mail today." I asked her wondering if she had gotten it. Everyone else seemed to.

"No Joe I did not. I have heard about it as several people have called but I am not sure what they are talking about we didn't get anything. Did you get an envelope? Or have you had time to check your mail yet?" She asked me and I was surprised she hadn't received one.

"Yeah I checked it a little bit ago when I was out on patrol I went by there but there was nothing. Some of the guys at the station have been hearing about an envelope being delivered to their house. I was just wondering if you got one since I didn't." I said.

"No Joe I didn't get one either. I don't know what all of this is about but I will see if I can find out anything." She told me and I knew she would find out something and let me know as soon as she did.

"Mom I am sure it is nothing." I told her.

"I agree if it was anything to it they would have sent one to us. When are you coming by for dinner? You know your mother and grandmother miss you." She said and I held back my desire to sigh. I needed to get by there or I would never hear the end of it but I didn't want to obligate myself for anything. You never knew when something would come up and need taken care of that was more important.

"Mom I don't know work has been busy I will see what I can do and let you know." I said. I knew I could always use my job as an excuse. She would never question me if I told her I was working she only was more proud of me for working so hard, and she was that much happier when I did take it upon myself to take time and go by there.

"Okay Joe just remember your mother and grandmother love you and we don't see you enough." She said and I nodded at her little stab at trying to guilt me into coming. At least she hadn't played the dying or the dead card. I hated that shit when parents and grandparents quilted their kids by saying you will be sorry when I am dead you didn't spend more time with me.

"Okay Mom; I love you and Grandma too." I told her hoping she would just drop it without having to go deeper into the guilt trip she was throwing my way.

"Okay, Son, have a good day; oh and Joe be careful. You know we worry about you." She said I nodded this was another form of guilt. I was on to her she just didn't know it.

"You too" I said and then hung up while I could get off of the phone without any further guilt being thrown at me for not having gone by to spend time with my mother and grandmother.

I had gotten back to work after I spoke to my mom the thoughts of the envelope didn't interrupt my thoughts again. If it was anything to it my mom would have gotten an envelope. My mom was nothing if not the burg.

I closed my laptop and stood up stretching. My shift was up and I was well beyond ready to get the hell out of the office. I grabbed my jacket hooked my gun on my side, grabbed my keys sitting on the desk and headed out locking my office behind me.

I got in my car and decided that tonight would definitely call for a visit to Stark before heading home.

Like every work day the next morning came way too quickly and way too early. I groaned as I got up making my way into the bathroom to get ready for my day.

I had no idea what the day was going to bring but I was ready to just go back to bed cover my head and call it a day.

I reluctantly got ready for work. Walking out of the house to my car I knew today was going to be a shit of a day. I had no more sat down in my car before my pager went off. I checked it and sure enough I needed to respond to a murder; another murder, it never ends. Sometimes I wondered if the fuckers could just manage to kill everyone and be done with it already.

I sighed turning my car heading in the direction I was summoned.

When I got there I saw some of the cops looking at me smiling and a few of them whispering amongst themselves looking at me. I ignored them they were nothing but beat cop cops they weren't a detective like me, they didn't have seniority, they were newbies; not worth my time.

I made my way into the house looking around. I wasn't surprised the house was trashed. Garbage lying around it smelled nasty and that was before the dead body that had been laying there for how many days had added to the smell. This was the part of my job I hated.

The victim had a single shot to the head the gun laying beside him. If I lived in this house in this filth I would have shot myself too. I looked around the room I didn't see any signs of foul play. There were no signs of forced entry no signs of a struggle though with the mess it was probably hard to tell. There was no current indication that this was anything more than a suicide. Pictures were being taken and with every click of the camera I was getting more annoyed for having to remain here; waiting.

I heard more of the guys snickering and I looked over at them narrowing my eyes at them. What the fuck where they looking at and laughing at did I leave my fly open? I felt my zipper but it was closed. I decided to once again ignore them.

When the coroner came in to retrieve the body I noticed they way they were looking at me and it didn't make sense. Maybe they were sensing my annoyance at them taking so long to get here from the time they were called.

By the time I pulled out from the scene I was worn out. I felt nasty, and I was starving I hadn't had time to get my morning coffee or breakfast and by now all the restaurants were serving lunch. I made a last minute decision to go by moms.

It would make her happy one, and two it would be my best chance at getting good food today. Maybe it would change my mood for three. I turned the car towards the burg heading to my mothers.

I got to my mother's and the house was locked as it should be so I let myself in. My mom must have known it was me as she yelled out "Hi son. I am so glad you could drop by." I smiled walked over and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi mom" I said.

"Are you joining us for lunch?" She asked me and I nodded.

"I was in the neighborhood this morning and thought I would stop by for lunch. Hope that is okay, you have enough." She nodded. I was glad I knew she wouldn't turn me away. She never has and never will. I am her pride and joy after all.

"Of course there is enough. You never need to ask that you are always welcomed here in your home you know that. We love having you." She told me and I smiled I knew she loved spoiling me.

"It will just be a few minutes and lunch will be ready. Why don't you go get cleaned up." I nodded and headed upstairs to the bathroom so I could get cleaned up for lunch.

I had just sat down at the table when my mother walked into the dining room. Grandma Belle was already sitting at the table and I had given her a quick hug and kiss before I took my seat.

Mom walked into the dining room and I noticed a white envelope in her hand. That must have been the envelope I heard so much about yesterday. I wonder how she got it but nothing surprised me my mom was a burg woman capable of anything.

"Joe I think this is the envelope that everyone was calling me about yesterday. It looks like I got one today." She told me while breaking the seal on it.

"Did you get an envelope today?" She asked me and I shrugged my shoulders. I had no idea I hadn't been back to my house since I left this morning.

"I don't know I haven't been by the house yet, I was going by there when I left here. I will check the mail then." I told her and she nodded as she opened the envelope and pulled out what looked to be pictures. There were pictures?

"OH MY…OH MY GOD!" She screamed and I was on my feet rounding the table. She fell back into the chair about the time I reached her but thankfully the chair was there and caught her.

I saw my Grandma reach across and pick one of them up. It was like watching a car wreck everything was happening in slow motion and I knew it was going to be bad but I was completely defenseless to keep it from happening.

"Momma, Grandma what's wrong." I yelled worried at the looks on their faces.

My eyes landed on the pictures and I knew, I sucked air in. No fucking away. I put my hand over my mouth but nothing came out for which I was glad. I ran my hand through my hair it was more out of habit than anything. How the fuck had someone gotten these, and why they fuck would they send them to everyone in the burg? Someone was out to destroy me and right now it felt like they were succeeding in the quest.

It then hit me that both Carl and Eddie knew about them yesterday and this morning the guys at the crime scene all knew about them that is why they were acting the way they were acting anger boiled up in me but now is not the time. I had some major damage control to do with my Mom and Grandma what the hell were they going to think?

Someone was going to pay for this fucking shit. I had a feeling I knew exactly who had done this and that little bitch would most definitely pay with her life because of this.

My mother sat there not moving not speaking I think she was going into shock and honestly I had no idea what the fuck to do.

Grandma had picked the picture up and looked at it and like my mom I could see the look of shock on her face. She went to stand up and then crashed to the floor clutching her chest as if she was having a heart attack. I ripped the phone off of my side and called to get a bus to my mom's house panic and anger rising in me; both equally.

I immediately went to my grandmother my mother ran to the kitchen and came back with an aspirin which we placed in her mouth hoping it would melt on her tongue and help her. She was unconscious laying there limp and part of me wanted to cry out; but I maintain control. I would cry out when I was seeking my revenge for this.

I was busy doing compressions and breathing for my grandmother my thoughts of my mom were running in the back of my head along with the images of the pictures but I couldn't focus on them right now I had to focus on my grandmother she was the one that needed me.

I was lost in trying to save my grandmother when I heard my mother scream and fall to the floor. She was now clutching her chest. I looked up at the clock on the wall and was wondering when the bus would be here to offer some assistance. I couldn't lose both my Grandma and my mom.

Fear and panic rose in me seeing my mom on the floor I went over to her and felt her neck at least she had a pulse and was breathing so I breathed a sigh of relief and went back to my Grandma who was not breathing on her own. Like it or not she was the higher priority case right now.

If I left my Grandma to go help my mom who was breathing then my grandma would surly die I wasn't so sure she hadn't already and that fueled my anger even more but right now wasn't the time nor place to let that get to me; I had to focus and concentrate on saving my Grandma.

I heard the sirens so I knew it wouldn't be long before they arrived. I quickly got up to get the door and then ran back to the two most important women in my life lying on the floor both unconscious it was only a matter of minutes before the paramedics were in the dining room.

I wasn't paying attention because the offending pictures possibly murdering pictures at this point were laid out on the dining room table for all to see. Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard my mother saying that wasn't right but I couldn't focus on that I couldn't think about that right now all I could think about were them lying on the floor needing the help the medics were here to give.

I stepped back letting them do what they needed. It wasn't long before they had both of them strapped to gurneys and were wheeling them out to the waiting bus. Because it was two of them there was no room for me in the back so I had to resort to following them.

I put the light on the dash turned on the siren and decided I would lead them instead of follow them maybe it would encourage the great drivers on the streets of Trenton to get the fuck out of our way as that wasn't always the case. Most got out of the way but some didn't some thought they didn't have to.

I hope I didn't run into any of those today because I liable to shoot them to get them the fuck out of my way.

We made it to the hospital without incident and I ran around to where they were unloading them at the emergency bay entrance. Because I was a cop I was allowed back there; most people weren't.

They wheeled them into the emergency room into an area side by side only separated by a curtain which I was able to pull back so I could see both of them lying there. People were working on my Grandma still breathing for her with one of those pump things over her nose and mouth. Someone was doing compressions but I had a bad feeling that wasn't helping her. It didn't look good.

Others were working on my mom thankfully they weren't performing CPR on her but they were checking her out and hooking her up to machines; and I hated seeing it.

I sat there almost in shock as I watched the busy nurses work around them.

"Mr. Morelli, you will need to fill out some paper work for both of these women." A woman said to me and I wanted to scream at the stupid bitch. I needed to take my time right now, when I wasn't sure the status of either my Grandma or my Mother, to fill out fucking paper work. What the fuck was wrong with this place? I looked her not moving. I didn't say anything but the stupid bitch must have gotten my message as she turned and walked out of the room.

I wasn't taking my time right now to do shit. I was going to sit here and watch and wait until I heard the news of how my mom and grandma were. Fuck what is wrong with people. I wanted to pound something, I wanted to scream, I wanted to tear something to fucking shreds but there was only one person to blame for this. Stephanie.

She would get hers. Her day would come I had no doubt no fear her day of reckoning was upon her she just didn't know it. I had made contact and found an enemy of Ranger's. I hadn't heard from my contact in a day or so but the last I heard he had found what I was looking for and was going to make contact with them to give them the information I had passed to him.

I wasn't going to have kill Stephanie I had Ranger's enemies coming to do that. I smiled knowing that even though I am sitting here with both my Mother and Grandmother's lives on the line. It was nice to know the bitch responsible for this was going to pay and she was going to pay dearly.

I felt like the enemy that was coming wouldn't just kill her. They would want their pound of flesh in revenge on Ranger. Stephanie would scream, she would cry, they would break her, control her, take from her all she had, and when she had nothing, when she was nothing, when she was broken beyond repair then and only then would they put her out of her pain, out of misery and take her fucking worthless life. I was only saddened by the fact that I wouldn't be able to be there to witness it.

After today I wanted to be the one that took the bitch's life. After today I wanted to see her soul drain from her eyes and I wanted to hear the pain of Ranger echoed on the streets of Trenton as he cried for her. I wanted him to know that I had done it.

I guess in a way if his enemies did it, it was still me. I mean I had gotten them here. It was me that brought them her so in a way it was me that had effectively taken her away from him for good and caused his agony forcing him to live with the fact that he and his past had cost his "Babe" her life. That would be righteous.

I was torn from my daydream when I heard the doctor call out "Time of death". What time of what? Who was dead? Looking I knew it was my grandmother as they were unhooking everything removing the pump from her face. They were done trying to start her heart.

I understood it lord knows I had seen it enough being a cop but this was my Grandmother I wanted them to try more, to continue longer give her a little more time. But I knew it was useless. I knew the brain activity at this point was gone so there was no point to continue. I wanted her alive but I didn't want her to be a vegetable or be on life support for months or years either.

I would seek her revenge I would revenge her death.

I looked over at my mom and they were still working away on her they had hooked her up to machines that I wasn't sure what they all were doing. I knew the heart monitor, the oxygen reader, the blood pressure cuff but they had other things hooked to her that I had no idea what they were.

Machines were spitting out read outs that I was unable to read so I just focused on what I could look at and understand the blood pressure, heart rate monitor and oxygen levels. All looked good from what I was seeing so I was confused as to why she wasn't waking up.

Once the doctor was finished unhooking my grandmother they covered her with a sheet and then walked over to me "I am sorry for your loss." They said. They were sorry for my loss? What the fuck did they know about loss? What the fuck did they know about being sorry for anything? What the fuck? Don't look at me and tell me you are sorry for my loss when you don't fucking know me from fucking Adam.

You aren't sorry, you don't give a shit, you are so use to seeing this, and living this that it means nothing to you and you are going to hand me some fucking line of bull shit like you are sorry for my loss. I wanted to scream at them. But I managed to refrain; sitting stoic in my chiar.

I knew my anger wasn't centered on the person it should be centered on. But I also couldn't help it. My anger and my rage were quickly consuming me. I knew it was to the point of ready to boil over and I knew the doctors and nurses of this ER didn't deserve it and I knew my thoughts weren't correct but at the moment I couldn't help it they were here they were conscious they were breathing and living and I had no one else in front of me to focus my rage on.

I knew that would come later but right now was when I needed to find someone. I got up to pace I needed to move. I thought about going and filling out those fucking forms just to have something to focus my mind on but I knew I wouldn't I didn't fucking feel like filling out forms.

Stepping out of the curtained area I found who I could direct my anger on. Standing in the hallway in front of one of the other rooms, a private ER room none the less, was none other than a Rangeman. I didn't know who, he was a nameless, fucking thug. A fucking no name killer. A fucking not worthy of a name fucking thief was who he was.

But most importantly he was her fucking brother or so she claimed. She claimed they were all her brothers. He was looking into the room through the glass when I approached him. He must have sensed me because he turned in time to block my right hook.

That was okay it just gave me the opportunity to throw my left which he blocked. He hadn't stricken back and that worked for me he was only blocking my attack. I heard people running our way but I didn't give a fuck. I continued my assault on him.

He continued to block finally I grew tired of trying to get a punch in and thought I would just give it up and shoot the fucker stepping back I drew my gun. My eyes were seeing red and unfocused I just wanted to kill the fucker.

But before I could pull the trigger I was on the ground my gun missing from my hands and my hands bound behind me. What the fuck? I screamed out "Uncuff me you fucking son of a bitch. Do you know who I am? Do you know what I am capable of? Uncuff me or you will fucking live to regret it every fucking day of your miserable existence of a fucking life you fucking thug." I yelled out.

"Morelli I know who you are. I also know you attacked me and I will be filing charges, you drew your gun on me without provocation, without warrant, you would have pulled the trigger had I not disarmed and subdued you. You are out of control." The nameless dumb fucking thug said calmly. So calmly in fact I wanted to fucking punch him again.

He continued "I have an ER full of witnesses and I have called the police to come and take care of you." He said before he walked back over to the window looking through it.

"This is all Stephanie's fault. I am blaming her she will fucking pay for this every second of it. You can also tell her that she is the reason my grandmother is dead she fucking killed her. When she looked at those pictures she had a fucking heart attack. You tell Stephanie that. She had a heart attack and died because of Stephanie and what she did." I screamed at the fucker.

He turned looking at me and in a calm voice said "I am sorry for your loss" before he turned back looking in the window.

I roared at his comment screaming like a starving lion at the cage doors wanting to be free and feed upon its prey.

No one came near me no one bothered to help me up but it was only a couple of minutes before Carl walked through the ER doors coming over to me.

"Carl get me up." I demanded but he ignored me and walked over to the fucking thug. Since when the fuck did Carl ignored me? D

id he not know his fucking place? I was a detective. I was his senior he was to fucking do as I say and when I say it; no questions.

"Carl uncuff me, my mother is in the other room and my grandmother just died. I need to be by their sides." I exclaimed my annoyance growing stronger with every passing second at being ignored.

He said and did nothing but talked to the fucking thug that put me here; fucking asshole. I couldn't hear what they were saying but I saw Carl nod and he broke away walking over to me.

"Joe what were you thinking attacking a Rangeman?" He asked me and I just looked at him what fucking made them so special? Just because he was too fucking of a chicken shit to take on one of them I wasn't.

I made no comment. "Get me the fuck up Carl, I need to go see my mother and let the doctors tell me about what happened to her. I need to be here when she wakes up so I can tell her about Grandma" I said holding on tightly to the last bit of control I had.

"Man I am sorry but you can't do that. I am going to have to take you down to the station." He said.

"What do you mean you are going to have to take me down to the station? You and what fucking army do you plan on using to doing this?" I asked him my anger rising up further in me I wasn't leaving this hospital until I knew about my mom. It would be over my fucking dead body.

"Man don't do this you have done enough to make things bad enough for you don't make them worse." He warned me but I didn't care at this point my anger was too strong for me to give a shit.

"Carl I don't know what planet you fucking fell from and bumped your fucking head but if you think I am leaving here and going with you to the station when my mother is unconscious and my grandmother is lying dead in that room." I motioned to the room they were "you have lost your fucking mind." I practically screamed at him.

"Man you need to calm down this isn't helping you or your case. You took you staying here off of the table when you took on a Rangeman. You attacked him and you drew your service weapon on him. He is unarmed; he was standing in front of an ER door watching his partner. You came out of that room and attacked." Carl said. I knew it was true but I also knew that I had reasons.

"Rangeman are never unarmed search him and you will find a weapon." I yelled at him. I knew that for a fact. No Rangeman ever went without weapons; ever. I remember Stephanie complaining about how she was always pushed by them to carry her weapon and to keep it loaded. I knew none of them ever went without a weapon.

"Joe I checked him. The man is unarmed. Joe I am going to have to take you in. There is nothing else I can do. My hands are tied on this one the Captain wants to talk to you." He said and I wanted to scream. I held it in but on the inside I was roaring. I locked eyes with the Rangeman and the fucker smiled at me.

I would have my day, I would get my revenge and the fucker wouldn't be smiling then. I bet when Stephanie takes her last fucking breath he won't be smiling then. When her eyes go cold and cloud over as they become fixed in place I bet he won't be fucking smiling then. When they are in the hospital waiting to hear how she is if she is alive or dead I would be only too happy to fucking arrest them and take them to jail before they know anything.

When she is cold, rigid, and lying there I will be sure to tell them that I am fucking sorry for their loss all the while crossing my fingers behind my back because I sure as fuck wouldn't be sorry I would be jumping for joy I will be singing from roof tops and I will be laughing my fucking head off at the dumb fucking thugs who are left crying and screaming for their loss.

They were going to fucking pay, all of them. They were going to fucking pay with something that I knew meant more because I seen those men protect her. They wouldn't be able to protect her against what is coming. They won't be able to protect her against what is going to happen. I would be sure of it. I will have my revenge on the whole fucking body that is Rangeman every single fucker in the building but first and foremost their leader; fucking Ranger and his cunt of a woman as he calls her Stephanie.

Carl picked me up off of the floor and I protested being moved away from the hallway my mother was on but when he motioned for that fucking thug to help him I quit protesting I wasn't going to give that thug the satisfaction. His day was coming it was only a matter of time. I had the plan, I now had the resources and I had no doubt they wouldn't bring enough force to take care of the whole fucking building that was Rangeman.

I rode to the station with the thoughts of what would happen to their precious Stephanie running through my head.

We reached the station and we walked in. Carl walked me in like a common criminal my hands still cuffed behind my back. He at least didn't stop a booking nor did he stop at interrogation but he took me all the way up to the Captain's office. Fuck.

He knocked on the door the door opened and the Captain motioned us in. He walked me in and sat me down in the chair never bothering to remove the cuffs on me as he left the office; fucker.

My captain looked at me. "Morelli you have done it this time. Not only have you gone and made a fool of yourself but then you take on Rangeman. Have you lost your mind? Do you know how much this department depends on Rangeman's services? Have you forgotten the service they perform for this town? Why would you do this?" He asks me and I didn't have an answer that I could give him.

I sat there quiet "You did this because of Stephanie. Because you refused to let her go you brought all of this down on you. What were you thinking? What made you think you were going to win? Did you think she was going to come back to you after you did this?" He asked me and I wanted to roar at him it was my fucking business but I remained quiet and stoic in the chair.

"Morelli I am giving you a chance to speak for yourself if you aren't going to take the chance fine but you are being relieved of your duties as detective. I don't feel you can handle the added pressure to do your job and do it right. You will remain on the force I am not sure if you will be giving a beat to walk in the future but for now you are benched. You work eight to five you sit at a desk and push papers until I see you're fit to give you something else." I started to protest opening my mouth but he cut me off.

"Your time for speaking is over Morelli. I gave you the chance and you decided to remain quiet so now you will listen and you will do or you can turn in your gun and badge and walk out and never look back. Those are your options. You did this regardless of who you want to blame this is your doings because you couldn't let go. Let this be a lesson when a woman says she no longer wants you and she wants you to let her go; let her go." He warned me like he knew what he was fucking talking about. How did he know so much about my personal fucking life?

"Joe what's it going to be desk job or jobless. That's your options. We aren't losing Rangeman's cooperation with this department and city because you can't play nice with the big boys." He said and I locked eyes with him. Finally relenting that he meant business; I conceded.

"Desk job it is." I wasn't going to lose my job even though at this minute I was pissed as hell and really didn't give a shit I knew tomorrow I would. So I did the only thing I could like it or not.

I had lost my grandmother today, my mom was in the hospital, I was being arrested and charged with assault, and now I had lost my job. It was a shitty day just as I had predicted this morning when I wanted to go back to bed and cover my head. Why hadn't I just gone with my instincts just this once?

My thoughts shifted back to Stephanie and how I would feel when she was gone, dead and long buried and I found a little happiness in those thoughts. Revenge was good, Revenge was renewing my sense of purpose, and ultimately revenge was going to me mine; all mine.