Hi everyone! I have recently fallen in love with Blue Bloods and got the idea for this fic while watching the latest episode where Frank got shot. This is my spin on it...with a little romance for Jamie thrown in for good measure! I love this family and so they will show up pretty often, as well. I took a little literary license and made Linda a nurse in this fic so that she could be around more and so that my OC could have a friend. I'm also not a doctor, so take the medical conversation with a grain of salt.

I hope you enjoy...

Chapter One

They rode together in silence, all three Reagan's watching the number strip above the elevator doors illuminate with each passing floor. Finally, when the number seven lit up and the elevator doors opened, the trio rushed out onto the floor ready to find some answers.

"Grandpa!"

Erin Reagan-Boyle ran into the waiting arms of Former Police Commissioner Henry Reagan and felt them close in a strong embrace around her. It was only then that she let the emotions that had been welling up inside of her escape and her petite frame began to shake from the sobs that she released. Henry held his granddaughter tight and soothed her hair with his rough hands as he whispered soothingly, "Shhh. It's okay. He's going to be okay."

Danny tore his eyes away from the sad sight and found his younger brother, still dressed in his police uniform, standing nearby. Jamie Reagan's normally sparkling eyes were blank as he approached his family with a weary look. The look on his face told Danny that he didn't even have to put voice to the questions in his mind, but he felt the need to speak anyway.

"How is he?" he asked hoarsely, as Erin slowly pulled out of her grandfather's embrace and silently gripped his hand.

"He's still in surgery," Jamie reported quietly. "The trauma surgeon on duty in the ER rushed him right up to the operating room after stabilizing him downstairs. The bullet is lodged in his chest, near his heart, and they're working on removing it."

"A nurse brought us up here, but so far we haven't heard anything else." Henry added, anger beginning to cloud his face. "Don't they know that we need to know what is going on?"

"Where do you want the doctors to be grandpa?" Danny asked as gently as he could given the situation, "Out here with us or in there with dad?"

"As soon as there is something to report to us, they will." Linda reassured him, rubbing the older man's arm protectively. "But I'll talk to some of the nurses and see what I can find out." As a nurse in this very hospital for three years, Linda was sure she would be able to get past the red tape and find out something on Frank's condition. "The trauma surgeon…did they say who it was?"

"An Italian name," Henry replied, trying to remember what the nurse had said, "Gio…something."

"Giordano?" Linda asked quickly, "It's Dr. Giordano's team?"

"Yeah, that's it." Jamie chimed in, "That was the name they said. Is he good?"

"She." Linda corrected with a reassuring smile, "And she's fantastic. The best around. She's only been here about a year, but she is fiery and passionate about her patients and cool as a cucumber in the O.R."

"That sounds like a good combination, right?"

"Right." Linda agreed, leading the family over to a group of chairs in the waiting area, "Plus, she is as stubborn as Frank is…she won't let him give up."

Three hours later, the family was still in the waiting room without information. Danny had been on his phone the entire time, keeping up with the investigation into Frank's shooting while the rest of the family paced the floors of the sunny waiting room. Henry, the least patient of the bunch, had sent Linda out to the nurse's station in search of information at least once every 20 minutes but she always came back with the same story..."The commissioner is still in surgery and the doctors will come out to give us an update as soon as there is something to report. For now, no news is good news."

Finally, just as Henry was about to send Linda off again, a young, red headed doctor in emerald green scrubs came around the corner into the waiting room. Her dark red locks were pulled back into a lazy ponytail and her normally bright eyes looked exhausted from the long surgery. The surgeon pasted a determined look on her pretty face as she looked around the waiting area and asked, "Are you the family of Frank Reagan?"

The Reagan clan quickly scrambled up from their chairs and hung up their phones as they stood in front of the doctor. Quickly recognizing Linda, she nodded at the nurse and smiled a reassuring smile as she said, "I'm Dr. Katie Giordano."

"Really?" Erin blurted out before she had a chance to censor herself.

Nodding and biting back a grin, Katie answered quickly, "Last time I checked."

"I'm sorry." Erin apologized quickly, although she had simply voiced what the rest of her family had been thinking. "I was just expecting someone…"

Not missing a beat, the young surgeon quipped, "Taller?"

Mary Katherine Giordano was used to reactions like the one from Erin Reagan. At 34, she was the youngest trauma surgeon on staff at New York Hospital but there were many people who mistook her for a candy striper. Blessed with her mother's youthful looks, Katie could get away with telling people she was still in her 20's and no one would question her. She knew that someday her youthful appearance would serve her well, but until that day arrived, she simply learned to have a sense of humor about the whole thing.

And at that moment, her sense of humor seemed to work in her favor. The gathered members of the Reagan family, who had been waiting in tense silence for hours, smiled and chuckled at her remark which served as a nice ice breaker.

"So, how is he?" Henry asked, his look still guarded and worried for his son's condition.

Casually thrusting her hands into the pockets of her white doctor's coat, Katie got back to business quickly and answered, "It was touch and go there for awhile. The entry wound was misleading and the bullet was lodged a bit closer to the heart than we would have liked, so it was an extremely delicate surgery. But your son is a very lucky man, Mr. Reagan. There was only a minimum amount of damage to the arteries in his chest cavity and the bullet missed the pericardial membrane altogether. We were able to repair the arterial and tissue damage after removing the bullet and he is now resting comfortably." Glancing over at Danny and Jamie, she added, "The bullet fragments have already been turned over to the officers from his protection detail and should be on their way to the crime lab as we speak."

Danny nodded tersely and said, "Thanks, doc."

"Can we see him?" Erin asked in relief.

"He's still in recovery…his heart and the rest of his body have been through a lot today and we're keeping a close eye on him." Katie said with a slow shake of her head, "We're going to let him sleep for a few hours, so I suggest you go home and do the same…"

But the moment the words were out of her mouth, Katie knew that she was wasting her breath. The resolved looks on their faces told her that they weren't going anywhere until they had seen for themselves that Frank Reagan was going to be alright. She knew those looks…she had seen them herself many times, both as a doctor and as a daughter and a sister. She had even seen that look in the mirror a time or two.

Smiling, the redhead let out a chuckle and said, "Yeah, that's what I figured. But I have to say it…it's in the manual."

It was at that moment when she noticed that the teddy bear-like Henry Reagan had a sidearm strapped to his belt. Pursing her lips, she brought her eyes up to meet his and was surprised by the steely eyed determination she saw there. His son had been shot. He couldn't protect his child, but he was damn well going to protect the rest of his family. Pretending that she hadn't seen what she just saw and avoiding the looks from the rest of the family, Katie continued smoothly, "Okay, so …I'll come out to give you updates when I can. The lousy cafeteria coffee is on the fourth floor but the vending machines with the best candy are up on ten."

And then Dr. Katie Giordano disappeared back behind the doors of the recovery wing.