This story came to me when I heard Bette Midler’s
song “Wind Beneath
My Wings” on the radio last week. I immediately thought of Nick and
Schanke. I apologize in advance for any character mistakes – writing
for Schanke is not my strong point. It is just another diversion
keeping me from finishing the other stories I'm working on.
Disclaimers: The characters of Nick, Schanke, Myra, Jenny and Cohen
are not mine. I am just borrowing them for a little while.
Permission is granted to archive on fkfanfic, fkfanfic2, and the ftp
site. This story will also be posted on my fiction site eventually.
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Here we go... get your tissues ready <g>....
By Amanda Berendt
Copyright August 2003
Detective Nick Knight sat at his desk watching his partner
talking animatedly on the telephone. Detective Donald Schanke had
been on the phone for nearly twenty minutes.
“What did it look like? Well, I know that, but how big
After several more minutes of similar questions, he hung up the
phone. “Man, oh, man what we do for our kids.”
When Nick gave him a questioning look, he continued.
goldfish died this morning, and Myra wants me to replace it with one
the same size before she gets home from her sleepover tonight.” Nick
laughed at his partner’s exasperation.
Since they had just finished a major case, the two men
to business completing all the necessary forms and writing up their
reports. Several times during the evening, some of their fellow
detectives and even a few uniforms came over to congratulate Nick on
catching the perp. After each interruption, Nick found himself
looking over the desks at his partner to see his reaction. If all
the attention Nick was getting was bothering Schanke, he wasn’t
*It must have been cold there in my shadow
To never have sunlight on your face
You were content to let me shine
That’s your way
You always walked a step behind*
As their shift dragged on, Nick began to straighten out
of paperwork covering his desk. He put what still needed to be done
into his IN box and the completed forms into an interoffice envelope
to be given to the captain. He needed a break.
A voice came from across the desks, “Hey Nick.
I know you’re
really into this paperwork and stuff, but would you be able to drive
me over to the pet store then drop me off at home? My car’s in the
shop and Myra wants to be home in case Jenny calls.”
Nick smiled. “Sure, Schank. I need a break.
This stuff is
almost done. Why don’t we just book of early?” he said, eager
get away from the monotony of desk work.
On the way down to the parking lot, they encountered
a few more
of Nick’s ‘fans.’ They wanted to know how Nick had been able to get
there ahead of everyone else and how he had been able to subdue the
suspect by himself. Embarrassed by this attention, Nick looked past
the officers and saw Schanke waiting for him, smiling sheepishly when
he met Nick’s gaze, as if he were sympathizing with Nick’s
*So I was the one with all the glory
And you were the one with all the strain
A beautiful face without a name
For so long
A beautiful smile to hide the pain*
Finally reaching the parking lot, they climbed into the
As Nick pulled out onto the street, Schanke said "I hope the
department pays for all of your gas." Nick laughed and they joked
back and forth until Nick pulled the car up outside the pet store.
Schanke got out, closed the door and leaned back into
window. "I'll be right back. Gotta get a fish with the right
Nick watched him enter the store. The issue of
dead goldfish with an identical one seemed to be such a trivial
problem, but Schanke was putting so much effort into it despite all
of his complaining. That was something Nick envied about his
He thought back to the praise he had gotten at the precinct.
Yes, he was a good cop and he had brought in the suspect single
handedly, but that was nothing compared to the joy Schanke would
experience from his family. He would return home, saving the day by
averting the heartbreak Jenny would experience if she discovered her
dead pet. Nick would gladly trade all of his commendations to be
able to protect a child from such a sadness. Although he would never
admit it to anyone, the life Schanke had was what Nick was striving
*Did you ever know that you're my hero
You're everything that I'd like to be
And I can fly higher than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings*
Fifteen minutes later, Schanke came out of the pet store
a clear plastic bag containing a bright orange goldfish. "Man, all
of these things look alike to me." He complained as he got into the
caddy. "But Jenny would notice if one of the fins was a millimeter
Nick laughed again as he put the car in gear and pulled
the evening traffic. They soon left downtown behind as the car moved
into the tree lined streets of the suburbs. This is what Schanke
came home to every day. *He has so much to lose,* Nick thought. *He
goes out every night, puts his life on the line and gets no
recognition.* Nick wanted to say something to his partner, but it
was as if all the commendations didn't really matter. When he looked
over, there was Schanke in the passenger seat poking at the plastic
bag and wondering out loud if there was enough air inside for the
fish. Nick filed this moment with the others like it in his heart.
Schanke was stronger than anyone could see on the outside.
*It might have appeared to go unnoticed
But I've got it all here in my heart
I want you to know I know the truth
Of course I know it
I would be nothing without you*
As they pulled up to the Schanke residence, Myra came
front steps in her pajamas and robe. She waved a hello to Nick
through the car window and hugged Schanke as he got out of the car.
"You're home early?" She said, then added in a whisper.
"Yeah," answered her husband. "We were just doing some
so we booked off early when I asked Nick for a ride. What's with the
Myra answered in a low voice. "Jenny came home about
an hour ago.
She got homesick so Katie's dad drove her home."
"So how am I supposed to get this inside?" Schanke asked,
pointing to the baggie containing the fish.
"She's in the living room. I've been keeping her
busy so she
wouldn't go upstairs."
Myra and Schanke said good night to Nick and turned to
Nick eased the caddy out of the driveway, pausing when he reached
the street to see the couple safely inside. He could picture his
partner sneaking upstairs to replace the deceased pet. The returning
to the living room to greet his young daughter. She would be excited
her daddy had taken the evening off to be with her.
Reluctantly, Nick pulled away from the curb and headed back
towards the city. Gazing out at the green lawns littered with balls
and bikes and the other trappings of family life, the flickering glow
of televisions behind curtains, he thought how luck Schanke was to be
a part of this life. This is what his partner risked everytime he
came into work. That took more courage than anything Nick had done,
and his partner would never get a commendation for it.
*Did you ever know that you're my hero
You're everything I wish I could be
And I could fly higher than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings*
Several nights later Nick and Schanke were called into
Amanda Cohen's office.
"Detective Knight," she said with her usual stoicism.
is requesting that you and I escort Dollard to his hearing in
Nick shook his head, "Captain, I can't go to that hearing.
condition..." Thinking a moment, he added "Schanke knows all about
the case. He did all the legwork, all I did was actually grab the
guy. He should go with you." He could see that this had grabbed his
Cohen nodded. "OK, Knight. I'll put through the
paperwork to get
the name changed on the plane tickets. That is, if Detective Schanke
wants to go."
Schanke beamed. "Yeah, sure. How could I pass up
paid trip to Alberta."
"Detective, this is official police business."
"Yeah, I know, but we're going to have some free time
drop this guy off."
Nick smiled as he watched the captain and his partner
exactly what a business trip was. Finally, he thought, he would be
in the background as Schanke got the glory.