Warrick's POV

The church was crowded with people, young and old, men and women a like, all of them gathered to remember one man.

I had no idea that he had known so many people. There was everyone from the crime lab of course, and P.D. but other people had turned up, people who known him and felt a need to give him the respect that he had given them.

The old Graveyard shift sat along the front pew, each of us just quietly remembering the man that had been our friend and colleague. It was strange, seeing all of us together again. It had been almost 6 years since we had last been together as team, ad that had been at Sara's farewell party.

Each of us said a piece about him, telling him how we felt.

The man had been my closest friend and like a second father to my children. Tina and I decided not to bring them. Even at the ages of 11 and 9, it didn't feel right to take them. Sara and Alex's children didn't come either, or Nick and Sofia's. We'd all stuck them with Judy, the little receptionist who had volunteered to look after them and then bring them to the bun fight afterwards.

Greg, Nick and myself helped carry the coffin, leading the procession through the graveyard to his final resting place, his final home.

The bun fight was at the Vartann house, and for a sad occasion, all of us had smiles on our faces by the end of the evening. We all sat and talked late into the night, just remembering him as we toasted to him. Our dear departed friend. May he rest in peace.