Fan Fiction

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Miami Airport

01:00 hrs.

Tubbs got out of his seat and got his suitcase from the overhead compartment. After he squirmed his way past the sea of passengers, he walked out of the airplane and down the long hallway and out the gate. It wasn't that bad of a flight. A few hours, a few bags of peanuts, and an orange juice later, he had arrived. He took a deep breath and smelled the air. He began to remember the last time he was at this airport when Sonny had dropped him off there 11 years ago. He looked at his watch. It was too late (or too early) to visit the hospital so he walked outside and grabbed a taxi which took him to the local Holiday Inn. He checked in and took the elevator ten stories and went to room 1045. As soon as he walked in his room, he turned on the lights and dropped his suitcase. It looked like a typical hotel room but it was acceptable. He sat on the bed and took off his shirt and pants and put on some shorts. It was too hot to sleep with long pants on. Even with the air conditioner on, the room was still quite warm. He climbed into the bed and tried to sleep but to no avail. The anxiety was killing him. So he decided to pass the night away watching rap videos on the BET channel.

Miami Airport

01:20 hrs.

Crockett picked up his bag and waited in the small crowd of passengers for his turn to leave the airplane. He hated red-eye flights and the fact that he had to stand and wait to get out wasn't helping. After a few minutes, the line started to move and finally exited the aircraft. It was obviously too early to go to the hospital so he caught a cab and went to the Holiday Inn. He went to the front desk and got a room. He also requested to get a wake up call at 8:00 AM. He then took the elevator ten stories and walked to room 1046. He unlocked the door and went in, turning on the light. He took a look around. I've slept in worse, he thought as he tried out the bed. He could hear some noise in the next room. Some jerk had the tv on and was watching rap videos or something like that. God, he hated rap music. Why couldn't it be something like Jimmy Buffett or Led Zeppelin? What was wrong with that? He got up, opened his suitcase, and took out a pair of shorts. He put them on and took off his shirt. It was too hot to sleep with the covers on so took them off, turned on the air conditioner, and hopped into bed. He closed his eyes and ignored the rap party going on in the next room. Within a few minutes, he was sound asleep.

OCB

08:00 hrs.

Switek, Hardin, and Andrews were in Lt. Castillo's office where Hardin and Andrews gave their report about Sleepy's murder.

"So what do you think?" asked Hardin as he finished the report.

"It's gotta be McGurn," replied Switek. "According to the ballistic report here, the rounds that killed Cold Dog was a .308 caliber rifle round. It's the same one that hit the Lieutenant. The other one was also hit by a .308 but the report says that it was a different gun meaning another shooter. Also, none of the neighbors reported hearing a shot. Joey, you were also right about Sleepy. He was hit with a handgun round, a .45 to be exact. Three rounds to the stomach and one to the head. He was executed up close and personal, there's no doubt. Ok, so we have no leads, no information on McGurn's whereabouts?"

"No, we've got nothing sir," Hardin humbly said.

"Damn. Alright, let's see about the possibilities. One, he could try and make another sale in which case he'd have to get more merchandise though I'm not sure he'd want to with all this heat. He may have another reason why he would want to set up another sale with another buyer."

"All the weapons were stolen from military storehouses," Zack commented.

"Good, that's where we'll start. Joey see if you can contact the army or something and see if they can increase the security," said Switek.

"You got it Lieutenant," replied Hardin. A second later, he had realized his mistake. "Sorry Sarge."

"It's ok Joey," said Switek. I guess I'd do that too if I were in his shoes, he thought to himself. "The second possibility is that McGurn left town for good in which case we're screwed. In either case, the outlook doesn't look all that great. All right, you guys have other cases to work on right?" Both men nodded. "Ok, get to it. I'll be out of the office for awhile."

"Where ya goin'?" Zack asked as Switek began to leave.

"To visit an old friend," the sarge said softly as he walked out the double doors.

The Holiday Inn room 1045

08:30 hrs.

Tubbs woke up after only after about three hours sleep. The television was still on so he changed the channel to the local news. He tried to find anything new on Castillo. Nothing. He got up and got dressed. He called the front desk and requested a cab. He walked out of his room and took the elevator to the lobby where the cab was waiting for him.

"Could you take me to the hospital please?" Tubbs asked the driver as the cab pulled away from the hotel.

Room 1046

09:00 hrs.

Crockett opened his eyes as he woke up. He reached for his watch and looked at it. Damn it! Those bastards, they can't even get a simple wake up call right, he thought to himself. He quickly got dressed and went down to the lobby where he called a cab. While he was waiting, he bitched to the receptionist about the wake up call. The receptionist gave him the usual "We're sorry sir" routine. Fifteen minutes later, the cab arrived and a disgruntled Crockett climbed into the cab where he asked the driver to take him to the hospital not without a quick trip to the flower shop first.

Senator Berstein adjusted his tie as he looked at himself in front of the mirror. Just another hour until showtime. Not too bad looking if I do say so myself, he thought. He heard a knock on the door behind him.

"Yes," the senator said. The door opened. It was his publicist.

"Senator, your limo is ready," he said.

"Ok, thank you. I'll be there in a couple of minutes," the senator said.

"Yes sir," the publicist said as he left, closing the door.

Bernstein took a deep breath. Soon, he thought. Soon the public will know the truth. Soon they will know my plan to disarm America and make our kids safe. He looked over and saw the picture of his slain son which was displayed on his desk. One day soon, you will be avenged my son. With that, he picked up his note cards and headed downstairs where the limo was waiting. He got inside and the limo drove off towards the hospital.

It took Switek five minutes to get from the front gate of the cemetery to Larry's grave. He walked up to the tombstone and laid out a bouquet of flowers in front of it. He stood there, closed his eyes and bowed his head to pay his respects to Larry Zito, Switek's former partner, who had died in the line of duty almost fifteen years ago.

"Hi partner," Stan said as he opened his eyes and lifted his head. "It's a awhile since I've come here. I've been pretty busy lately. Tessa's in her seventh month now. It's gonna be a boy. I've been thinking about naming him after you partner. How does Larry Switek sound huh?" A wave of emotion consumed him. His eyes began to tear up. "The lieutenant... Castillo was shot the other night. He's in the hospital right now and he's in pretty bad shape." The tears were crawling down his cheeks. "We've got no leads, no clues, nothing. Captain Cutter put me in charge. Now, I don't know what to do Larry. I wish you were here with me man. It's not the like the old days remember? When we would sit in the bug van, I'd be watching the monitors, you'd be talking about soap operas or something you read in some magazine. Those were the days man." He wiped the tears from his face. "Well Larry, I gotta go. I'm gonna go to the hospital and see the Lieutenant. I'll see you around," Switek said as he got in his car and drove off.

Tubbs arrived at the hospital. As he walked to the entrance he saw a group of television cameras and reporters near the entrance. He saw in between reporters was a man in a suit giving a speech. He looked familiar to Tubbs. It took him a few moments to remember. It was Senator Bernstein, the one who kept trying all those gun laws. He took a few steps towards the crowd where he could listen to the senator speak.

"There is too much violence on the streets. The shooting of this officer is just the latest example of it. When are we going to say 'enough is enough' and pass stricter gun control laws including a ban on "assault weapons", registration of handgun owners, and background checks at gun shows. We only want sensible gun control here... ." the senator said.

Tubbs watched the senator for a few minutes. He then turned around towards the door and walked in. He went to the front desk. "I'd like to see Lt. Castillo please."

"And your name sir," asked to receptionist.

"Ricardo Tubbs. I'm an old friend of his."

"I'm sorry sir but I can't let you see him unless you have authorization from the police department."

"Look sweetheart, I'm a cop," Tubbs said showing his security badge. "Please let me in."

"You're not a cop," said the receptionist looking at the badge. "You're a security guard. I'm sorry sir I can't let you in right now. If you give me a few minutes, I can try to contact the police and see if I can arrange something ok?"

"Thanks honey," said Tubbs as he smiled. "Is there somewhere where I can wait in the meantime?"

"Sure. Just right around the corner there," she said pointing towards the waiting room.

Tubbs went around the corner to the waiting room where he got himself a cup of coffee.

The taxi containing Crockett pulled up to the hospital parking lot. Crockett got out and paid the driver. He walked up to the front door where he saw a press conference being held just outside. He took a closer look. It was Senator Bernstein where he was giving his usual anti-gun rhetoric. The politicians change, the lies stay the same, he though to himself. He shook his head and walked in the hospital. He walked up to the front desk. "I'd like to see Lt. Castillo please."

"I'm sorry sir but I can't let you in without proper authorization," said the receptionist. He must be a popular guy, she thought. "Look, I have another gentleman that wants to see him too. I'm trying to get authorization for him too. You can wait around the corner in the waiting room and I'll see what I can arrange. What's your name sir?"

"Crockett, Sonny Crockett."

"Ok Mr. Crockett, I'll see what I can do," she said.

"Thanks darlin'," Sonny said as he left for the waiting room.

Tubbs sat at a table in the waiting room sipping a cup of coffee while reading the morning paper. A few feet from him, Crockett entered the room. He picked up a paper cup and poured himself a cup of coffee. He grabbed a morning paper and approached the cashier.

"That'll be $1.62 sir," said the lady cashier. Crockett pulled out two dollars. "Here's your change sir."

"Thanks darlin'," Crockett said as he went to sit down at a nearby table.

Darlin'? Tubbs thought. The voice sounded familiar. Nobody said "darlin'" like that except for... Sonny? He lowered his newspaper. He looked at the table a few feet from him. It was him. It was Sonny. He looked at him as he was reading his paper. He hasn't changed a bit, except for a few extra pounds, he thought. He got out of his chair and approached him. He was actually nervous at the thought of seeing him after all these years. "Sonny?".

Crockett turned around. His eyes widened at the sight of his old partner. "Rico!?"

Rico smiled. "It's me partner."

Crockett got out of his chair. They looked at each other for what seemed to be forever. They wanted to tell the other what they were doing here and why, but nothing needed to be said. They worked together for a long time and they knew what the other was thinking. The bond they shared together as partners was still as strong as it was fifteen years ago when they met. They both smiled and laughed as they embraced first time in a long time.

"I tried to call you but all I got was your answering machine," said Crockett after a long pause.

"I tried too but they said you took a leave of absence or something like that," Tubbs said. "Now I know why."

"Yeah," Crockett sighed. "It's damned good to see you man."

"Yeah, it's good to see you too Sonny."

"Where's Valerie and your son?"

The smile on Tubbs' face disappeared. "Val and I got a divorce a few years ago. She left with my son to Cleveland."

"I'm sorry man," Sonny mumbled.

"No it's ok man. We're still good friends and still keep in touch. Actually I just saw my son a few months ago. He's getting big man. He's nine years old now." Rico pulled out his wallet and showed him his son's picture.

"Wow," Sonny said. "He's a good looking kid. Good thing he takes after his mother."

Rico laughed. "Get out of here man. So how's Billy?"

"He's doing well. He just finished his first year at UCLA and he's on the football team too. Ok, so he's second string and he not an all-American wide receiver like his old man. He's trying for the quarterback spot and I think he'll make it."

"Cool man but of course he couldn't be as great as James Sonny Crockett #88 now could he?" Rico asked playfully.

Sonny laughed. "Well you never know. Actually, I was with him and his little brother on a fishing trip when I heard the news." Suddenly the mood got somber.

"Yeah," said Rico. "Who's the guy that shot him? McGurn or something like that?"

"Yup, it's McGurn." Sonny looked at the Rico thinking. He knew what was going on in his head. The first time he met Rico, he was looking for revenge on Calderone who had killed his brother. Sonny knew that look in his eye. "So are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin' partner?"

"Yeah," Rico said. "I am."

"I tell you what. Why don't we stop by OCB when we're done here."

"Are you serious?" Rico asked surprisingly. "After what we did eleven years ago? I'll be surprised if don't get arrested or shot on sight."

"Probably not. They're probably tell us to go away. If it comes to that, we could do it on our own. I wonder if anybody we know is still at OCB?"

"Well if it isn't the Hardy Boys," yelled a familiar voice. Sonny and Rico both turned around and saw a man in his forties. He was big but muscular. He looked like a guy they wouldn't want to mess with until they saw his face. It was Switek.

"Stan?" asked Sonny.

"Switek? asked Rico.

"It's me guys," Stan said as both Rico and Sonny came up and greeted him. "Why am I not surprised that you guys would show up?"

"Well you know us Stan," replied Sonny as looked at the new Switek. "Damn! I see you've been working out." Sonny noticed the ring on Switek's finger. "You're married?"

"Yeah, I'm married," Stan said. "I married Tessa a few years ago.

"Any little Switeks yet?" asked Rico.

Switek smiled. "Well, actually Tess and I are working on our first. She's due in about a month."

"That's great Stan! Congratulations!" Sonny said, shaking his hand.

"Hey thanks you guys," Stan replied. The smiles washed away when Switek asked why his former partners were there. "So I guess you guys heard about Castillo huh?"

"Yeah we did," Sonny said softly.

"C'mon, let go see him then," Stan said as he led them to the elevators. They walked into Castillo's room where they saw him in bed with tubes coming out of his body and machines connected to him. Sonny and Rico stood at each side of him. They stood there for a few moments not really knowing what to say. They were overwhelmed with sadness as they looked at him lying in bed.

Sonny picked up his hand and held it. "Hey Marty, it's Sonny and Rico. Everything's going to be alright. You hang in there you hear me, you hang in there."

"So lemme guess," Stan said after a long pause. "You guys are going to try and find McGurn." Stan knew Crockett and Tubbs too well to know they weren't here just to visit and leave.

"Damn right we are," Rico said. "We can't just stand here let that punk walk the streets. We want back in. Besides, we owe Castillo one." Rico and Sonny could see that Stan was considering it.

"C'mon Stan," Sonny said. "Please. We gotta do this. We owe him."

"Alright," Stan sighed after a few moments. "Let's go to OCB and I'll see what I can do."

"Now you're talkin' Stan," Sonny said. "Let's go." Just as they were leaving the room. The door opened up. It was Senator Bernstein.

"Oops, excuse me gentlemen," he said. "I'm sorry. I just came to pay my respects to the Lieutenant."

"That's ok Senator, we were just leaving," Switek said. "I'm Sergeant Stan Switek, Miami Vice. This is Sonny Crocket and Ricardo Tubbs." They exchanged handshakes.

"Are you two with Vice also?" the senator asked.

"Not anymore," Sonny answered. "We worked under Lieutenant Castillo."

"Ah yes, Lieutenant Castillo," the senator sighed. "A shame what happened to him. If that man didn't have that gun then this whole thing would not have happened."

"Excuse me?" asked Sonny. "What about the man that did it? Shouldn't we catch the bastard who did this?" Sonny was visibly upset at the senator's political rhetoric.

"Um, yes of course," the senator replied after a pause.

"Uh, yes I think we'll be going now Senator," Stan interrupted. "Thank you." He knew how Crockett could get when he got mad. He opened the door and led Sonny out of the room. Rico followed.

He's probably one of those gun nuts, Bernstein thought. He would not let Crockett bother him. He was just another speed bump on the roadway to his agenda. So he placed the flowers he bought next to Castillo's bed and stood there for a few moments.

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