Jamie was tired. No, he was exhausted to say the last. The night shift, he and Sergeant Renzulli have had, was almost over and he was looking forward to a hot shower and his comfortable bed. They were on their way back to the 12th precinct, after they got a call and rushed to a robbery in a supermarket. The situation was quickly cleared and the suspect under arrest. Renzulli drives the car through the streets, which led their way to the police station.

Jamie enjoys the quietness and loneliness of the city, in less than two hours the city of New York will awake and the craziness will start all over again.

„Hey Reagan, are you actually listening to a damn word I'm saying?" asked Renzulli, his gaze shifted from the street to the younger man in the passenger seat.

Jamie hasn't realized that he was staring out the window for the last 10 minutes without giving a response to his Sergeant. He moved his body and turned his head to his training officer.

„Sorry Sarge, what did you just say?"

„I said" Renzulli began again „that my goddaughter, Marie Sol, is in town, she's single and looking for a date during her stay. And I was wondering if you would like to meet her on the weekend. Maybe one Saturday, if you are free of course."

„I'm afraid I'm not Sarge I already promised my father to spend the Saturday at home. He wants to clean the garage and I was the only one around. Danny excused himself because of Linda's high school reunion and Erin is going to meet a client. And by the way, wasn't she the one, who dumped her boyfriend because he brought her the wrong chicken wings from KFC?" Jamie looked at the older man, eager to hear Renzulli's answer.

Renzulli kept his gaze on the street, slightly blushing because of the treatment by his goddaughter to her ex-boyfriend. He gave the story to its best three weeks ago, he didn't thought it would bite him in his butt so soon. Now, Marie Sol will spend the whole weekend at his house, whining and complaining about men and her life.

„So did she?" Jamie asked with a huge grin on his face, obviously enjoying the situation.

„She may or may not dump him because of that" answered Renzulli under his breath. He was cursing himself for the told story. „You will miss what, she is …" he couldn't finish his sentence because Jamie started to laugh loudly.

„Sorry Sarge, but you definitely have to find someone else for your goddaughter and you better not start at the 12th. You told too many stories about her. I'm not interested."

„Your loss" said Renzulli annoyed as he stopped the car in front of the station. He was angry at himself for telling his family stories to the younger officer.

Jamie was still laughing as he exited the squad car and walked to the entrance, moving around to wait for his sergeant. The young man was unaware of the car across the street. A pair of green female eyes was following his moving until he disappeared into the police station.

„You've grown so much my boy."

The person was holding a picture of a little boy in her hands, not older than 5 years.

„Soon you will be with your real family."

Amelia Castano was alert of the person in the doorframe, she knows that the other woman was following instructions not to leave her alone in the office of Commissioner Reagan at 1PP. She would do the same, if this was her office and he was the one visiting her unannounced. She isn't upset of the thought that Frank Reagan doesn't trust her. She actually finds it amusing that he hasn't changed. A small laugh escaped her mouth. Of course, he was getting older but he was still the same to her. He was still the handsome man with the kind smile and eyes. She wonders, if the years, which passed by, did something to his kindness. Life wasn't easy for him and sometimes she asked herself, if all this happened to him because of the fact what he did to her. She heard of the death of his beloved wife Mary. She didn't feel sorry for him but she felt sorry for his family, especially for the youngest family member, Jamie. And then, couple of years ago, his son Joseph died in the line of duty and again she felt sorry for Jamie. She could see the same pain in his eyes like years ago. Another loved one buried in front of him. He was braver and stronger this time. Not a single tear left his eyes as he stared at the casket with his brother inside, his father next to him with a protective arm around his youngest son's shoulder. Amelia remembered the day of the funeral of Frank's middle son. She was there like the day the boy had to bury his mother. She was careful that no one saw her yet she had the urge to walk over to the young man. She want to comfort and hug him, even take his pain away. But she knew better than that. She had to avoid a confrontation with a grieving father. One day, she told herself, she would be the one to lay a comforting arm around his shoulder and whispering reassuring words. And maybe this day was finally coming. A photograph of Jamie and Frank caught her eye, so she moves slowly to the cabinet behind Frank's table. The photo shows Jamie at his graduation as a police officer. His father looked at him full of proud. Amelia takes the picture frame in her hand and strokes over Jamie's frame carefully.

Detective Abigail Baker was standing in the doorframe and watching the woman in Frank's office. She was clearly annoyed by her behavior. Yes, people were coming by to see the Commissioner announced but at least they were polite enough to leave, when Baker informed them, that Mr. Reagan wasn't there. In this case, the woman stayed and ‚informed' her, that she should call Frank to tell him, that an Amelia Caetano was here to see him. She has self-confidence thought Baker, as the unknown woman opened the door to Frank's office to enter it. Baker didn't waste any time and called her boss who picked up the phone after the second ring. She immediately knew that Frank was well aware, who the person in his office is. He told her firmly not to leave Mrs. Castano alone and that he was on his way back to 1PP. She could hear him talking to Garrett, that plans have changed and that he needed to be back in his office. Also, he needed to know where Officer Reagan was. Baker was irritated by this. Why does he need to know where Jamie was? Her thoughts got interrupted as the Commissioner talked to her again. Baker confirmed the instructions not to leave Mrs. Castano alone and also not to answer any questions until his arrival.

Baker took the opportunity to survey the mysterious woman in front of her carefully. She is in her early 60's and her shoulder length hair was still black despite her age, therefore people would think that she looks younger. She is a tall woman in her creamy pumps matching her tight skirt. Baker was sure, that this woman was well aware of her appearance and the effect she has on men. The makeup, she wears, is minimal and underlines her natural beauty. But the most stunning thing on her, were these green sparkling eyes, which are too familiar for her own liking. The female detective was watching every step of Amelia in Frank's office. She is thankful that the woman wasn't asking any questions; it seems that she was more interested in all these pictures around the workplace. Especially pictures of the Commissioner's youngest son. It appears that one picture caught Amelia's interested and she moved slowly to it. It's the one of Jamie's graduation party. Baker watched as Mrs. Castano strokes over Jamie's frame absently.

„He is such a good looking young man, do you know him in person?" Amelia looked up from the picture and focused her eyes on the woman in the doorframe.

Baker was caught off guard by her question. She didn't think that the woman had any intentions in communication with her.

„Did you hear what I say?" asked Amelia a bit annoyed. She wasn't used to it, that she had to repeat simple questions.

Detective Baker was pretty sure that she could hear a slight Italian accent and wondered in what kind of relationship both, the Commissioner and this woman, stood.

„Are you not going to answer my question?" Amelia asked with a raised brown in confusion. She couldn't understand why the woman didn't answer her question. Unless, she wasn't allowed to do it, she thought.

„Did Frank give you …" Amelia couldn't finish her sentence because she was interrupted by a deep well known voice.

„It's still Commissioner Reagan even for you, Amelia" said Frank in a determined voice as he made his way through the office and came to a halt in front of her.

„What are you doing here after all this time?" Frank Reagan wasn't interested in any small talk with this woman. All the way to 1PP, he knew exactly why Amelia Castano appeared again. But he wanted to hear it from her. He wasn't willed to give it to the woman without a fight.

„It's nice to see you too, Frank. How have you been all these years?" Amelia said with a smile. She won't use the formal title for him. She focused her green eyes on him, consuming his face and studying his body. No, he hasn't changed a bit. He was still the tall, handsome man from her past.

„Detective Baker, would you please leave us alone?" Frank stated in a firm voice. He wants to get this conversation over as fast as possible. He doesn't need a witness of this exchange between Amelia and him. A witness of his mistake he made years ago. He thought, he buried the guilt deep down but now it was coming to the surface, it was already consuming him all over again. The feeling was overtaking his mind and body.

Amelia watched as Baker closed the door to leave both alone. She can feel that Frank was uncomfortable with her appearance at 1PP. Sure, here were better places to have the talk with him but she was tired of it. She wanted his attention and she will get what she wants. This time she won't back down. Amelia was foolish then, all these years back, when she believed him. She believed him, that she did the right thing. She believed his words at that time, the words that she can still be a part of his life. The anger, she felt after his betrayal was coming back once more. She never thought he would do everything to keep her away from him. Frank's empty words from the past still lingered in her head sometimes. Even after all these years she wasn't free of them.

„He has grown so much and turned into a beautiful man. You must be proud of him. He even followed you in your footsteps" Amelia said and broke the heavy silence with her comment. She looked back on the picture with a loving smile.

The smile didn't go unnoticed by Frank. He looks down at the woman he met as he was an undercover detective. They had a past together. A past Frank would like to forget. He would like to deny it even erase it from his life. But then he would deny something precious, something what have had brought so much joy and love in his life. He could never deny him.

„Yes, I am proud of him. He is a good man. Honest, caring and full of life" Frank said lovely as he took the picture frame out of her hands and put it back at its place. He then sits down in his chair, intertwines his hands and looks Amelia straight in the eyes.

„What do you want, Amelia? I know that you don't want to exchange any pleasantries and I'm pretty sure that you are also not interested in how I have been" Frank stated, his eyes not leaving hers. He is not a fool. Frank wants Amelia gone from his life again. He is afraid. No, scratch that, he is terrified but not of the woman across from him.

Frank knows what Amelia was capable of. All these years ago, when he was an undercover cop, he investigated against the Castano family full of Italian mobsters. Frank got once tricked by her entity. At this time, he didn't know what kind of person Amelia Castano was. Later, when the case was almost over, he saw what a perfect horror she was and what she did. But he hadn't any proofs and so Amelia Castano walked away without punishment. Her family wasn't as lucky as she was. Her father, brothers and uncles got locked up in prison for a long time. The empire of the Castano family was destroyed by Frank Reagan. He knew he did a good job, at least professional.

No, Frank Reagan was terrified of the truth and consequences it will bring. He is terrified to loss something he loves so much and would do everything even give his own life. The past he buried decades ago was now back to haunt him.

„So let's cut it. Come to the point but let me assure you, that the answer is no" Frank continues. Years ago, he gave himself a promise. He wanted to keep the family together after his fault. After everything what happened. First his wife died and then his son Joe. And he did keep the promise. He would lie to himself, if he would say that life was easy. It was not. After his undercover job, he worked hard on his relationship with his wife Mary. He wasn't even sure, why he did what he did. He was weak at this point of his life. He missed Mary and his children so much. Frank was tired of being undercover, away from home and his family. He closes his eyes for a second to refocus of what was coming next.