Vignette #1: The Life We Chose – Again
By
Nora Lou Wilson
And Rebecca S. Smithey
Note: This very short story is one of several vignettes we are working on as missing or post-episode
scenes. We hope you enjoy these little snippets of Blue Blood. As usual, the show is the intellectual property of CBS. We only want to take the characters out for a little fun.
The latest Reagan to graduate from the police academy climbed the steps up from the subway station. One hand gripped a standard issue duffle filled with an extra change of clothes, a few personal toiletries, a pair of tennis shoes, a service weapon and a flak jacket. A clothes bag draped over one shoulder carried the new uniform and cover. The newly minted shield hung from a chain draped underneath a freshly pressed white shirt.
A few blocks up the street and Reagan entered the precinct, ready for the first assignment in what would hopefully be a long and successful career. The excitement and nerves were there – sure – but this felt right…a choice that had been made long ago.
The desk sergeant looked up. "Office Reagan? You're early." The sergeant nodded, knowingly. "Case of nerves?"
"Not really; I just have a thing about being late."
"Well, you're in luck. Your training officer got in about thirty minutes ago. Head on down to the roll call room – last door on the left past the vending machines.
Office Reagan nodded, shifted the load a bit, walked down the hall and opened the door. Several rows of chairs faced a wooden podium, and a tall, lean figure with sergeant's stripes on the uniform stood behind it. When the door opened, the sergeant smiled at the sight of the new patrol officer.
"Hello, Jack," the T.O said.
"Aw, you gotta be kiddin' me!" Jack Reagan pushed his glasses higher up on the bridge of his nose and stared into the face of his training officer, Sergeant Nikki Boyle.
…I think we have two lives; the one you're
born into, and the one you choose – unless
you're a Reagan…"