Hi all, I'm back again with a small multi-chapter fic. Plenty of Jamie angst in this with a bit of protective big brother. It deals with a sensitive subject so I will apologise now if it upsets anyone and also if I get anything completely wrong - I don't delve to deeply into anything medical. Hope its ok. Don't own anyone you recognise as you well know.
Chapter 1
Officer Jamie Reagan sat quietly in a small, plastic chair, feeling more uncomfortable as the minutes ticked by. The reason for his discomfort was currently filing into the hall before him. Approximatley 200 teenagers were making their way into the high school hall, most of them looking less than thrilled at the prospect of spending some of their precious time listening to a cop.
Not for the first time Jamie found himself wondering why he had agreed to do this. It had been a new initiative being tried out in a few districts. Police going into high schools and youth clubs to discuss and other issues important to young adults. Sgt Renzulli had asked him to join the programme for a few months, hoping that the kids seeing a younger face would strike a chord and get them to listen.
Presently, the young people settled as the Principal stepped up to speak, "Welcome all, so nice to see so many eager faces..." This earned him a ripple of sniggers in the audience, "As you know, we are always looking for different ways to look at some of the problems faced by young people today. Commissioner Reagan, along with the Mayor, have set up a 'task force', if you will, to go into schools and clubs to talk about the danger that you could face out in the 'real world'. So today, it's my pleasure to introduce Sgt Renzulli from the 12th precinct," Renzulli waved awkwardly at the mention of his hame, "Also Officer Reagan, who is here to discuss with you his role in the task force...Officer..."
The principal stapped back, allowing Jamie to stand slowly. As he looked out at the already bored looking group of kids, he took a deep breath and glanced at his colleague. Renzulli offered him a nod of support and then he was on his own. He pulled out a pice of paper from his pocket, full of notes to prompt him, "Ok, so, I'm Officer Jamie Reagan. I work with Sgt Renzulli at the 12th. I will be your community police officer for the next few months. This means that you can ask or tell me anything and if you need any help, I will try my best to give you that help. I will not judge you...I just want to be there for you," he glanced down, noticing that his paper was shaking, "Ok, so today I want to talk about drugs and how they can affect your life in more ways than one..."
Suddenly a hand went up, so Jamie stopped to let him speak. The boy rose to his feet, clearly happy to have the attention on him, "Are you the Commissioners son?"
Jamie sighed inwardly, "Yes I am..."
A small murmer rippled through the hall, "So what do you know about drugs and our lives...the son of the main man...with your silver spoon upbringing. No wonder you're doing this job instead of being on the streets. What did you do? Ask daddy for an easy job? You know nothing about what it's like living round here at our age!"
Jamie began to fold his notes away as he knew at that moment that what he had planned to say just wouldn't cut it...he would have to delve deeper. He looked up and met the defiant eyes of his questioner, "Can I ask you your name?"
"Why? I aint done nothing wrong!" He insisted, looking round to find some support.
"I like to know who I am talking to," Jamie explained.
"My name is Dylan, but I don't see why that's any of your business!"
Jamie visibly flinched when he heard the name. No-one noticed except Renzulli, who frowned in confusion. He noticed that Jamie then took a deep breath and pulled himself up to stand taller. "Well Dylan, the thing is...I might be the Commissioners son, but that doesn't mean that I haven't seen what drugs can do..."
He trailed off as he saw a few people turn to their friends and begin muttering, "You see, I had a friend called Dylan, he was my best friend through high school..."
I'm leaving chapter 1 there as I am going back to the past for the next chapter. Not sure if everyone reading this will understand the phrase 'silver spoon' - in UK people say that if you are born into money or get everything you want handed to you then you have been born with a 'silver spoon' in your mouth, hope that makes sense.
Anyway short first chapter, please let me know what you think and whether I ought to carry on. It's 3 chapters long. Next chapter will be a lot longer, then chapter 3 will be another short one. Thanks for reading.
