Disclaimer: I do not own Blue Bloods
My family is a bigger fan of the show than I am. I felt it would be nice to try my luck at writing a fanfiction for it and here is my first shot.
Justin Junior's POV
Cops are blinded by sugar. It's a problem we tell ourselves we will go on a diet but need the energy sugar gives us like plants need sunlight for synthesis. Ever since I went to that science camp in the ninth grade I liked hot showers; there were eight bathroom stalls and although it burned it was better than the dirt people had being blindfolded and chained together on a rope.
That camp was full of weird training exercises but it was easier to just say Junior whether your a real person named after your father or a piece of fiction like Indiana Jones or that Death Eater in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I didn't know it yet and didn't want to believe it but this was going to be a depressing day to be a police officer.
" Did you hear about this factory workers suicide?" my partner of two years Mitch said. " The boy laid down on a conveyor belt like a bed and slowly let himself be killed by the machine. That information was on the news but it was a friend from a part time job I used to be in that told me."
That was cheerful information that was in no way distracting me. Dying during the job is a nasty circumstance most people are nonchalant about. I only use the news for the weather channel, it's the only thing on the news that doesn't talk about the tyranny of real people and the death of countless innocent lives.
I live a life full of people who just go nuts using weapons against people, one person using a sword of all weapons. Who hasn't heard about the reputation the Reagan's have? They are sophisticated and law boding cops who know stuff from their police family lineage. I learned about them from the daughter of defense attorney Erin Reagan...Nicky Reagan Boyle.
" Attention. We have a reported stolen vehicle driving two miles ahead of Lexington Avenue. Please be advised."
Mitch and I would have to capture the thief because our car had a good invention to catch a thief or crazy/angry driver without being in a hotheaded police chase. Don't believe the police can fire a sticky device to a car that can track them then watch Daily Planet.
Finding the culprit of automobile robbery...a measly two minutes of driving. Our sirens weren't on to give the thief the illusion we didn't know the car was stolen. The ideology of thieves is they only live once so they take what they want not caring their not suppose to take it or problems with their family.
The driver stopped; I couldn't believe this, to urinate on trees in park property. Is that really a better idea than going to the city bathroom where you have soap and a lock door where no one can see your butt.?
" Hands in the air where we can see'em!" Mitch yelled with his gun out.
He held both arms in the air while his pants were down but underwear on.
" Is the car behind me yours?" I asked.
" Y-Yes."
When you talk to an officer the first thing you say is if your innocent or guilty and the truth."
" Handcuffs will not be pleasant." Mitch smiled.
The only thing to do now is read this dirtbag car thief his Miranda Rights or as some call it Warning. It had to be said before we take him in. I doubt he had a lawyer who could help him so he would end up in a prison that's known for changing bad behavior people into good behavior people.
Normal POV
The car stolen was not stolen from someone pedestrian. In the city of New York your either someone with the qualifications to work in law, some small shop owner trying to feed your family, or a gangbanger who will execute anyone with a Glock or a pistol.
Suddenly, it felt like the thieves eyes were scorched and his ears were buzzing when the car exploded. The last thing he saw was the older cop protecting his younger buddy. There was no protection that could make him safe from everything exploding out of a car.
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Justin Junior's POV
One month later.
When your a police officer your family knows your making enemies with street gangs and run into the danger of being shot. Thankfully my family didn't have to hear their son was killed by an exploding car bomb. No matter what they did hear though is their son was in a coma for standing near an exploding car.
When a bomb explodes shrapnel flies out, it made things worse when the bomb exploded in a car that was metal. Mitch was alive for two days after the explosion before he died in his hospital bed. I was coped up in my parents house because I had injuries that hindered me from going home. I woke out of a coma five days ago.
My parents names are Donna and Justin Senior. I have a Border Collie named Bruce after my mother's favorite actor Bruce Willis. My sister Mina lives in another part of Manhattan and even my dad giving up drinking won't sway her to come back. As for me since I want to return to the force in a bigger and stronger body I jog with my mother and have a personal trainer I see two hours a day everyday, usually every three days a new trainer takes the first ones place.
Right now though was a time I read Ernest Hemingway novels because police work involves lots of reading. Case files are always long because a guy or girl could have done bad things they weren't arrested for and that always comes up in interrogation.
Reading makes your eyes feel tired. Whether your reading text on an LED screen or a book the eyes want to pull away from small print. This wasn't an ordeal, it was hard work to stay a cop on alert and preparing for all challenges.
" Junior, go to the care and take the groceries out." Momma Donna said in a cheerful order.
In the back of the van were four grocery bags. I could always count on my mom to bring home lots of groceries, but if it was bad who brought home the groceries he just gets chips and ice cream. My father is the one who taught me to cook from boiling an egg to making pasta with tomatoes, cheese, and Presto sauce.
" Put the ice cream in the basement—remember to turn on the light before walking down—and when your done I'll call you when I need you."
The basement was where a book is to this day I have not been able to read past the fifth page. It is about a female detective who fears her family is being targeted by dangerous criminals.