Hi guys! So this is my first attempt at a Blue Bloods story. I couldn't get this out of my head, so I decided to try my hand at it. I hope you like it :-) I definitely want this to be a multi-chapter fic…so I would love some feedback!
I don't own Blue Bloods, and I apologize in advance if I make a mistake regarding police procedure or anything like that. The only knowledge I have of the criminal justice system is what I watch on TV. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Angela ran up to her apartment door, out of breath, and quickly tried to unlock the door. Her hands were shaking so badly that it took her a few tries to get the key in the hole.
"C'mon, c'mon" she said under her breath.
She finally got the door open, when a hand grabbed her shoulder.
"NO!" she screamed loudly, pulling away. The assailant struggled with her, hanging onto her arm. As she tugged her arm free, she heard a loud pop and her right arm exploded with pain. She ignored it, rushing into the apartment and slamming the door on the man's face.
She hurriedly locked the door behind her and latched the chain.
Praying it would be enough to keep him out, she ran for the bedroom, the phone in her uninjured hand.
She locked herself in her closet and dialed 911.
"Hello?! There's a man trying to break into my apartment! I think he has a gun!"
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Three blocks away, Officer Jamie Reagan and his partner, Officer Vinny Cruz, had just made their third traffic stop for the night. Needless, to say, they were bored out of their minds.
They had just sent another unhappy driver on his way when they got the call.
"We've got a report of a 10-31(crime in progress) with a possible 10-32 (man with gun) at the Helena Apartments, address is 601 W. 57th Street, the 911 call came from a woman in apartment 3B, says the man is trying to get into her apartment."
"Grab that up will ya?" Jamie asked Vinny, turning around and heading toward the address, "We're only a few blocks away."
Vinny grabbed his radio. "Dispatch, 12-George acknowledged. 601 W. 57th Street, apartment 3B."
Ten minutes later, Jamie pulled the car to a squealing stop in front of the apartment building and had barely turned off the engine before he and Vinny jumped out.
They headed into the building, guns drawn. They moved silently up the stairs to the 3rd floor, communicating silently.
As they reached the stairwell, they stopped and Jamie nodded to Vinny.
One, Two, Three – Vinny grabbed the door. Jamie went in high, Vinny low, guns at the ready.
Vinny was the one that spotted 3B first, the door broken, almost in half. Someone had clearly put their foot through the door.
They swept the hallway then entered 3B, going room to room. They paused in the bedroom at the closet door that was slightly open, and had a bullet hole in it.
"NYPD! Come out with your hands up!" Jamie said clearly, in a loud voice.
"Don't shoot", came the tired voice of a woman inside.
"Ma'am, we need you to come out with your hands up" Vinny repeated.
"I'm injured," she called out.
Jamie looked at his partner and Vinny nodded. "Alright, ma'am, we're going to come in now. We're gonna need you to keep your hands up and in plain sight, okay?" he asked.
"O- okay" was her hesitant reply.
They entered the closet the same way they had entered the third floor hallway.
The woman was sitting at the very back of the surprisingly spacious closet, her left hand in the air.
"Ma'am, we're going to need to see your other hand" Jamie said, gun still at the ready.
The woman slowly lifted her right hand and cried out in pain.
"I think my shoulder is…dislocated" she gritted her teeth.
Once the officers were certain that she was alone and unarmed, they moved closer…and saw the gun lying on the top of an opened safe.
Vinny quickly moved in, grabbing the weapon.
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Angela was tired. So tired. He had come after her again.
No place was safe. This was her third move, and he had still tracked her down.
Leaning against the back of the closet, she fought to keep her eyes open.
The officers had called for an ambulance and the cute, almost boyish-looking one was trying to keep her awake.
"What's your name, ma'am?" he asked.
"Angela…Angela Fitzgerald" she replied, blinking slowly.
"Can you tell me what happened, Ms. Fitzgerald?" he asked.
Angela blinked again. "Uh…he followed me home. I tried to get in before he caught me, but I wasn't…wasn't quick enough" she said fading.
"Ms. Fitzgerald. Angela. You need to stay awake for me" he said firmly.
Angela blinked her eyes open again. "Mmmm…arm hurts like a bitch."
The officer and his partner exchanged a look and he let out a small laugh.
"Yeah. Been there done that. Definitely wouldn't want to do that again" he replied.
Angela was saved from replying when the EMTs came in.
The officer told them what he knew of her injuries and let the paramedics do their work.
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When Angela came to, she was in a hospital bed.
She lay there, still, her eyes darting around the room.
A voice came from her right side, scaring her and making her jump.
"Feeling better?"
She turned her head and there was the officer that had tried to keep her awake in the closet.
She nodded slightly.
"Did I pass out?" she asked.
He nodded. "They set your shoulder while you were out. Be glad you weren't awake for that. It, as you put it, hurts like a bitch" he said, grinning a little, "The paramedics said they didn't know how you had stayed conscious for so long."
"Sheer willpower" was all she said.
"Do you think you can give me your statement now?" he asked.
She nodded and drew in a deep breath.
"As I told you before, he had followed me home. I noticed him as I got to my building. I quickly ran up to my apartment door. I tried to get in before he got to me but I wasn't quick enough. He grabbed my arm, but I twisted out of his grasp and dislocated my arm. I ran into my apartment, locked the front door, ran to my bedroom and called 911 from my closet."
The officer wrote down what she said and then stopped.
"When we got the call from dispatch, they said you had reported that the man had a gun. Why did you think that?" he asked.
"Because he had one before" she said without thinking.
"What do you mean before?" he asked, focusing on her. "Has this guy assaulted you before?"
When she didn't answer, he leaned forward. "Do you know the man that attacked you?
Okay, so what do you think? Horrible? Good? Should I continue with the story?
Review please!