Author's Note: Alright folks here we are with an all new experience. The votes were split evenly between high school and college but I decided to do college, mainly because I think it would be more practical and missing school during your junior year of high school is a death sentence. Alright well this is just the first chapter, I'm hoping that since the school year is dying down I'll have more time on my hands to write. I'm still fairly new at this fanfiction thing so bear with me, and we'll go on this journey together . I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Blue Bloods or any of the characters

Chapter 1

Saturday May 7th, 2005

The rain was coming down averagely. It wasn't pouring, nor was it just drizzling, just your everyday rainfall. Jamie had always been mesmerized by the rain, ever since he was a little kid. While most people saw it as sad or depressing, he had always seen it as a sign of what was to come, the sunshine. As in, something good was going to happen.

The day hadn't been very interesting, as most Saturdays aren't, so Jamie had found himself sitting on the couch in his childhood home, staring out the window at the rain and the patterns it made on the panes of glass.

It was the end of his sophomore year of college at NYU. He just had to get through one more week, and then he was done until the end of August. One more week. The catch was, it was finals week. A week of nonstop testing and headaches and cramps in the hand that you write with. But he had been through it before and was fine, so he knew he'd be fine again.

Jamie knew he should be studying for his exams, but watching the rain was calming to him and it helped ease his worries. He knew that his grades had to be next to perfect if he wanted to get into a good law school after he graduated.

The rain continued to fall steadily, not picking up and not dying down either. However, there was a small speck of sunlight Jamie could see between the clouds. He loved this weather. When it was raining at a perfect pace, with some light still there so he could see, no thunder or lightning, just the rain. It was beautiful to stare at, and he sometimes got lost in thought, like today.

"Jamie, I'm going to wash the sheets tonight, so I'll be putting new ones on soon. If you could take your old ones off of your bed and put them on the floor that would be a nice way to help." Mary called from the kitchen.

"Alright mom! Will do." Jamie stood to go follow his mother's wishes. Funny, he'd been doing that quite a bit lately. As he stood, the mail truck pulled up in front of the house and the mail carrier quickly slid a wad of envelopes into the mail box so they wouldn't get wet from the rain.

"Hey mom? The mail just got here. I'll go get it then take off my sheets." Jamie said, walking towards the front door.

"Alright, but make sure to take an umbrella. There's one right next to the door." Mary replied.

Jamie picked up the umbrella once he reached the door and headed outside. He opened the umbrella and happily walked down the driveway to the mailbox, relishing the cool air and the familiar smell of a fresh rain. He was thankful there was no breeze to blow the water onto him and make him get wet.

As Jamie reached the mailbox, he hovered the umbrella over it so that nothing would get wet. Closing the mailbox, he held the umbrella upright by placing it in his arm pit and flipped through the various items. Bills, magazines, random political ads. He finally stopped on a letter with the Harvard seal. It was addressed to him.

Jamie had to make a double take. Yes, that was clearly his name printed on the front. Jamison Reagan, he spelled it out to make sure, and that was definitely his address, he knew that for sure. But why would Harvard be sending a letter to him? He quickly stuffed the letter in his pocket and headed back up to the house with the rest of the mail.

He set the umbrella on the front porch to dry and headed inside, setting the rest of the mail on the coffee table. Jamie quickly rushed upstairs to his room and closed the door as to not be disturbed. Nervously, he opened the envelope. Two things fell out, one was a pamphlet he didn't pay much attention to at the time. The other was a folded up piece of paper. He could clearly see there was text on the other side. Cautiously, Jamie unfolded the piece of paper and began reading.

Dear Jamison,

As you may know Harvard University is extremely well known for its superior law program. Because of that, we have a number of undergraduate programs for Pre-Law students like yourself. One you're likely familiar with is our Law Abroad program in which we select 20 students from within a certain radius to go to Europe for a month and study how the law works in other countries. The students get to sit in on court sessions and more. Generally, we only select students who have applied to the program, but that was before you were brought to our attention. We have become aware of your stellar performance so far in your program and would like to formally invite you to accompany us on our trip to Europe this September on a full scholarship. There is more information about the program in the pamphlet that we have placed in your envelope. We would like you to come in for an interview, so if you're interested in learning more and possibly setting up your trip send an email to the address on the contact page in the pamphlet. We hope to see you joining us.

Sincerely, Joan Davis Director of Undergrad Programs

"Whoa." Was all Jamie could say as he read the letter over and over again. He picked up the pamphlet and flipped through it curiously, interested in learning more. Europe? For an entire month?

Jamie wasn't sure what to think, he wasn't sure of anything for that matter. It was a great opportunity sure, and it would almost guarantee and acceptance to Harvard in the next year or so, but was that really what he wanted to do? If he wanted to get out of law, this would be the time to do so. But an opportunity like this, even if he were to drop the lawyer business and become a cop it would still be a pretty valuable experience for him to have.

Jamie was torn. On one hand he knew this was an amazing experience and to pass it up would probably be incredibly stupid. But on the other side he knew that doing this would nearly solidify his family's ideas of him being a lawyer instead of a cop. And he'd also be gone for a solid month, which he had never done before. In fact, no Reagan man had left the country previously without carrying a gun and going to serve his country. What would doing this make him? A disgrace? It was possible.

With his niece and nephews growing every day, he knew him leaving, even for as short a period of a month, he could miss many important events in their lifetime, and it might even create a gap in the close relationship he has with the three of them. Sighing, Jamie stuck the letter and pamphlet back in the envelope and stuffed it in his sheets, where he was sure nobody would find it.

Jamie glanced out the window and realized it had stopped raining. He needed to walk, go outside and just walk for a while. He knew it would help clear his head. So he got up and went downstairs, completely forgetting that he was supposed to change his sheets so his mother could clean the ones on his bed.

As he reached the door, he quickly opened it and called "I'm going for a walk mom!" and he left before Mary could offer up any protests to him going out in this weather.

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Mary sighed and went upstairs, wanting to gather everything so he could start taking care of the laundry. As she reached Jamie's room and opened the door she sighed yet again. "Oh Jamison" She muttered, seeing that he had neglected to take the sheets off of his bed.

Mary smiled and started doing it for him, when an envelope fell to the floor. Frowning, Mary picked it up and gasped when she saw who it was addressed both to and from. Sitting down on her son's bed, she opened up the envelope and took the letter and pamphlet out, and began reading.

"Whoa." Was all she could say. Pride swelled throughout her for her youngest. She knew that her son was smart and could achieve anything he set his mind to, but she had never expected this. Her youngest had been working so hard, and finally all of his work paid off. This greatly heightened his chances of getting into Harvard and becoming a real lawyer, keeping him safely away from the family business.

Mary stuffed the letter and the pamphlet back into the envelope before clutching it close to her chest. She'd have to talk to Frank about this in the morning and maybe bring it up at Sunday dinner the next day. She then took Jamie's sheets off and left with the letter, almost as if nothing happened.

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When Jamie returned from his walk half an hour later, he still had no clear idea of what to do. The list of pros and cons remained fairly even, and Jamie frankly was stuck. He figured he'd talk to Joe about it tomorrow after Sunday dinner, knowing that Joe would both keep it a secret and offer some good guidance to push in in the right direction.

Sighing, Jamie went up to his room and froze when he saw his sheets had been changed. The letter. He pulled up his sheets and looked everywhere, but the envelope had gone. He silently cursed himself for forgetting to change his sheets and cursed the letter for making him do so.

That night at dinner he was oddly silent, as well as his mother, but nothing was mentioned as to why. Jamie knew his mother had found the letter and was hoping that she would confront him about it first before going to talk to everyone else. But he knew that wasn't likely. If there was anything Jamie had learned about his family over the years, it was that they were incredibly meddling and would never stop until they got what they wanted.

As he laid in bed that night, Jamie was finding it incredibly difficult to fall asleep. Thoughts of the letter tortured his mind, making him restless. He was afraid that his mother would bring it up to somebody, or even worse, bring it up and Sunday dinner where he would be resigned to feeling all of the intensive looks from his family members, especially those disappointed with him for going into law.

When Jamie finally drifted off to sleep that night, it was a restless one. And it probably would be restless until he made a decision.

Author's Note: So here we are at the end of the first chapter. I really hope you enjoyed it. I am not going to be doing a set update schedule because my schedule changes, so it will be whenever I finish a chapter. Alright, until next time my lovelies.

What's Next: Next up Mary talks to Frank about the letter that she found in Jamie's bed as well as a very entertaining Sunday dinner, which ends up making Jamie upset and stressed.