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Author note: This story was inspired by lawslave "Search and You Will Find" and whumpqueen "I Once Was Lost." I highly recommended reading lawslave stories. There is a sequel to "Search and You Will Find" called "Building Bridges" both stories are fantastic.
Blue Eyes Angel 2
Coming Home: Truth
"Officer Jamie, my name is Ms. Waldo, I work for social services, please have a seat," she said.
Jamie realized something was wrong when not even his first day as an NYPD officer, he was sent to One Police Plaza, more importantly, the Commissioner's office. Jamie had never met Commissioner Frank Reagan until he came for his class police graduation and even then, he watched the Commissioner from the crowd as he gave his speech. But Jamie had heard of the Commissioners reputation and knew the man was strict and didn't tolerate anything. So, Jamie being here was not good for him, the way to 1PP he was trying to figure out what he could have done to get on the wrong side of the Commissioner, he was only a rookie cop.
When he arrived, he was put into a small room by a woman called Detective Baker. Her expression was plain so Jamie couldn't get a read off her if he were in serious trouble. The room he was in looked like a waiting room. It reminded Jamie to the waiting room of a high school, seemed fitting because that's what it felt like now, being sent to the principal's office.
About five minutes later a woman walked in, she appeared to be the same age as Detective Baker. She was wearing a gray business suit, and her hair was pulled back into a bun, and she was carrying a bunch of files.
Which is where Jamie finds himself now as this woman from social services began talking to him.
"Please, have a seat," she said gesturing to the couch.
Jamie sat as she went across from him. "I'm a little confused why I was brought here without my C.O," said Jamie.
"You don't have to worry officer, you're not in trouble," said Ms. Waldo.
"Then why am I here," questioned Jamie.
That was when a folder that Jamie noticed was pushed in front of him on the coffee table. She opened it, and Jamie was shocked to find what was inside.
"This is my file," said Jamie.
"Yes, it is, officer," she confirmed.
"If I'm not in trouble then why do you have my file. And if you're social services then why are we here at 1PP?" asked Jamie, he wasn't even sure if he could be this forward, but he didn't care. He needed an answer.
Ms. Waldo took a second and then started talking. "When the NYPD hires someone, no matter what job, they run a background check on them. You recall having to give your fingerprints correct?"
Jamie nodded. "Yes."
"You also recalled that you had to give your social security card and birth certificate, correct?"
"Yes," said Jamie. "Why does that matter?"
But the social worker just continued with her questions. "I understand that you go by the name Jamie Carter, correct?"
That threw Jamie off. "what do you mean, go by?" he questioned.
She pulled out two papers from his file. "This is your birth certificate and your social security card," she stated.
Jamie looked at them. "Yes, those are mine."
"These are fake."
Jamie snapped his head up. "Excuse me,"
"The social security number is the same number that belongs to a little girl who died in 1991. She was only 2 years old."
"Then there must be some mistake, my birth certificate is real," said Jamie.
"The woman listed as your birth mother on the certificate; Amelia Carter, she doesn't exist" she explained.
Jamie shook his head. "Those are my parent's name. I may have never met my father, but I know who my mother is," said Jamie.
"I'm sorry Officer Jamie, but it's not."
Jamie tried to catch his breath that he has held, "So what, are you going to have me arrest now?"
Ms. Waldo looked surprised. "Excuse me."
"My birth certificate and social security card are fake, last I checked that is a felony crime," stated Jamie.
Ms. Waldo shook her head. "No Jamie, I am not here to have you arrested, if I did, I leave the feds to do that. But this is not your fault. What I am here is to tell you the truth and have you meet your family."
"My family? What are you talking about?!"
A picture was pushed of a baby picture in front of Jamie, he did not recognize the baby in the photo.
"The reason why we investigated into your personal file is that your fingerprints popped up in a missing child case," she explained.
In the back of Jamie's mind, he knew where this was going. He didn't want to admit it, all he could do was watch the scene unravel in front of him.
"This is you," she said pointing to the picture of the baby. "The last picture your family took of you before you disappeared. Your real name is not Jamie Carter, it's Henry Francis Reagan."
"No," whispered Jamie.
"You were only six months old when you were taken, your family was at the park when you went missing."
"No stop."
"Your mother was only away from you for 10 seconds when you were taken."
"No, stop it, just stop it," snapped Jamie, he got out of his seat and turned away from the woman, from the photo, from even the birth certificate and social security card. "My name is Jamie, I grew up in Boston, and I have not been taken by anyone!"
"I understand that this a lot to take in but this is the truth, trust me, Jamie. I am not trying to deceive you, believe me," she said.
"No, you're wrong" denied Jamie.
"I know this is hard, I can't understand what you're going through. There are support groups for victims you have- "
"I am not a victim!" yelled Jamie.
Ms. Waldo paused, "Jamie, your family is here to meet you."
That made Jamie's insides freeze. "What?"
"Yes, your father is waiting in his office with your brother and sister,"
That was when Jamie thought back to the name that the social worker said. Reagan.
"No," said Jamie. "You can't be talking about …. that is not possible, no way."
"They want to see you now,"
"No, I'm not ready," said Jamie.
But the woman opened the door and in walked in Frank Reagan, the PC of NYPD. Jamie felt like he was going to throw up.
