Remembering a friend
WHO: Sheldon Jeffery Sands
WHERE: Cemetery
WHEN: Current time.
WARNINGS: Pensive angst.
SUMMARY: Sheldon pays his respects to his fallen officers.
FORMAT: Solo
The crutches were no longer needed. His knee was still braced but the support that his crutches offered was nothing more than something that got in the way. His mind recalled time and time again the events of not only Elisa Maza's death but the severity of Jaime Sommer's life hanging in the balance. He's not sure if she was alive or dead at this point and it bothered him. Going to the hospital was hard enough for his physical therapy but knowing that people's lives were hanging on by a mere thread was harder to deal with.
Sheldon promised himself long ago that he wouldn't drink himself into submission to forget. That didn't do anyone any bit of good. He was a part of Elisa's funeral committee and he made certain that she had the best funeral possible even though the body wasn't there anymore. It was a closed casket ceremony. Sheldon hand picked the flowers and made sure the arrangements were beautiful. He had a shadow box with her decorations, list of accommodations and achievements made for the precinct.
He did no less for the officers that died in the line of duty and it was a very grim task yet an honorable one. Each officer, including the natives, had their place on the wall in their respective departments. This not only served as a reminder of the mistakes they made but as a reminder of those that bleed and died in the line of duty to protect and serve the public.
His speech was no less grim. He recited it over and over again in his mind and made sure that they were honored appropriately. Officer Sheldon Walsh was the name he went by according to the men and women in uniform. Officer Sheldon Jeffery Sands was his name and only those that worked closely with him save for two uniformed cops knew him by it.
He worked hard to try to gather information to help those he could but his own emotional state was shattered and torn, severing him from the public. He quit the column for restaurant reviews. He deemed it now a waste of time. There were more important matters now than handing out bad reviews to good places.
Sheldon began to grow cynical and cold. Work was his priority now. He laid down two roses on Elisa's grave marker. One white, the other red. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you." His voice was low and soft. He pulled out her badge and nodded his head. He had a job to do. He decided to remain as an undercover operative and chose to work the beats along with his uniformed brothers and sisters. It was better this way.
He was no longer in the mood or mindset to pick on Lassiter or Pete. He lost his humor the moment he tasered Jaime in order to save her life...if that was the best course of action. He wasn't sure what else to do now. He needed direction and he was losing it fast. Being at the cemetery reminded him of his past and the lives he took. Some were necessary. Others were not. Sheldon was hurting and it showed.
His eyes watered for the first time in years. He shed tears and covered his face to hide the pain. Once he was a hardened killer for the C.I.A. and now he was breaking down. It was part of the job to die for a cause. It wasn't part of the job to die by the hand of a brother or sister of the badge.
The silence was his friend now and the loneliness of his life was beginning to make its appearance. He didn't have the time to have a relationship. There was no room for it. "Rest in peace. You're never forgotten." He wiped his eyes and walked away. The limp was evident but it was all part of the process.
A decision was made and now it was time to begin a plan of execution. Sheldon's task now became evident that in order to purge the evils that were very apparent, he needed to find a way inside the network and begin to disrupt the balance. The shift to the darker side has begun and now it was time for Sheldon to plot. This wasn't revenge. This was justice and it needs to happen soon. First thing was first, find the main source, heal, then take it out. No courts were going to help in this matter. He knew this to be true. A spook he was called before and the spook he will become.
He entered his car and drove away, leaving behind the cemetery to begin his work. Friendship and love were two things that he can never have and now this day proved it.
WHERE: Cemetery
WHEN: Current time.
WARNINGS: Pensive angst.
SUMMARY: Sheldon pays his respects to his fallen officers.
FORMAT: Solo
The crutches were no longer needed. His knee was still braced but the support that his crutches offered was nothing more than something that got in the way. His mind recalled time and time again the events of not only Elisa Maza's death but the severity of Jaime Sommer's life hanging in the balance. He's not sure if she was alive or dead at this point and it bothered him. Going to the hospital was hard enough for his physical therapy but knowing that people's lives were hanging on by a mere thread was harder to deal with.
Sheldon promised himself long ago that he wouldn't drink himself into submission to forget. That didn't do anyone any bit of good. He was a part of Elisa's funeral committee and he made certain that she had the best funeral possible even though the body wasn't there anymore. It was a closed casket ceremony. Sheldon hand picked the flowers and made sure the arrangements were beautiful. He had a shadow box with her decorations, list of accommodations and achievements made for the precinct.
He did no less for the officers that died in the line of duty and it was a very grim task yet an honorable one. Each officer, including the natives, had their place on the wall in their respective departments. This not only served as a reminder of the mistakes they made but as a reminder of those that bleed and died in the line of duty to protect and serve the public.
His speech was no less grim. He recited it over and over again in his mind and made sure that they were honored appropriately. Officer Sheldon Walsh was the name he went by according to the men and women in uniform. Officer Sheldon Jeffery Sands was his name and only those that worked closely with him save for two uniformed cops knew him by it.
He worked hard to try to gather information to help those he could but his own emotional state was shattered and torn, severing him from the public. He quit the column for restaurant reviews. He deemed it now a waste of time. There were more important matters now than handing out bad reviews to good places.
Sheldon began to grow cynical and cold. Work was his priority now. He laid down two roses on Elisa's grave marker. One white, the other red. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you." His voice was low and soft. He pulled out her badge and nodded his head. He had a job to do. He decided to remain as an undercover operative and chose to work the beats along with his uniformed brothers and sisters. It was better this way.
He was no longer in the mood or mindset to pick on Lassiter or Pete. He lost his humor the moment he tasered Jaime in order to save her life...if that was the best course of action. He wasn't sure what else to do now. He needed direction and he was losing it fast. Being at the cemetery reminded him of his past and the lives he took. Some were necessary. Others were not. Sheldon was hurting and it showed.
His eyes watered for the first time in years. He shed tears and covered his face to hide the pain. Once he was a hardened killer for the C.I.A. and now he was breaking down. It was part of the job to die for a cause. It wasn't part of the job to die by the hand of a brother or sister of the badge.
The silence was his friend now and the loneliness of his life was beginning to make its appearance. He didn't have the time to have a relationship. There was no room for it. "Rest in peace. You're never forgotten." He wiped his eyes and walked away. The limp was evident but it was all part of the process.
A decision was made and now it was time to begin a plan of execution. Sheldon's task now became evident that in order to purge the evils that were very apparent, he needed to find a way inside the network and begin to disrupt the balance. The shift to the darker side has begun and now it was time for Sheldon to plot. This wasn't revenge. This was justice and it needs to happen soon. First thing was first, find the main source, heal, then take it out. No courts were going to help in this matter. He knew this to be true. A spook he was called before and the spook he will become.
He entered his car and drove away, leaving behind the cemetery to begin his work. Friendship and love were two things that he can never have and now this day proved it.