A little twist on season two

renzuilli pushed against the large black man guarding the door of the church, "Move or I'll make ya." He threatened, desperately trying to make it past the men and get inside to where the supposed gunman was threatening members of the church.

"Were tryna help you here." Jamie shouted, frustrated, why call 911 if you didn't want assistance? No matter what, the officers had to get inside and respond to the call. Renzuilli was already calling for back up and additional units at their location, if the men didn't let the officers in now they would be placed under arrest.

The sarge finally got frustrated, he shoved them aside and managed to squeeze through the gap, dragging Jamie by the arm behind him. "Let's get a move one Reagan, gunmans not gonna stop himself." The Sargent muttered as the officers raced through the building and up the stairs.

"Sarge..." Jamie warned as he saw the massive men starting to walk down the stairs, effectively blocking him and his TO from running up them, "I think we should wait for back up." Jamie managed to squeak out as the four black men met them at the 3/4 mark on the stairs.

"Beat cops don't make judgement calls, let's go." Sarge ordered.

Jamie got a sickening feeling in his stomach as the sarge shoved between the two men, Jamie tried to assist him, earning himself a black eye and a split lip. He pushed harder against the men but made no progress. He tried to think like a basketball player, he was good at basketball, find the gap, then muscle past, he told himself.

He pulled back a fraction, then threw himself between the two largest unsuspecting black men, the top part of him making it through the gap but the bottom part of him was trapped. He heard Renzuilli start to tumble down the stairs, "Sarge!" He called after his superior officer but soon he too was being tossed down the hard marble steps.

Finally he hit the bottom next to his TO, cracking his head once more on the foot of the stairs. He moaned quietly, his arm didn't feel like it was in the right place and his head was throbbing, he gingerly placed a hand to his to temple, it was soaking with blood.

Jamie glanced at Renzuilli, he was in and out, the back of his head bleeding all over the marble. From his position, Jamie reached his good hand out, lightly tugging sarge by the uniform, "Ya with me sarge?" He asked when he didn't get a response from his insistent pulling. He started to panic when the Sargent didn't answer. He called the officers name again and again, the large men were getting closer and closer.

Jamie tried to lift himself into a sitting position where he could at the very least get his gun to defend himself, he got a better look at the sarge as he sat up, it made his stomach twist in sickness, the blood was seeping into the marble, staining it, he resisted the urge to throw up. Back up has to be here soon he reminded himself.

He lifted his gun from his belt, shakily pointing it at the men advancing towards him and his partner, "Get back!" He called furiously.

He heard a ruckus outside, back up, he smiled lightly. But the men didn't seem too scared of the NYPD at their door, the advanced closer, they were three stairs away from wringing Jamie's neck, he didn't know if he could shoot them, he had never shot anyone before.

"I said get back!" But the tremor in his voice betrayed him. The men reached the final step, Jamie's fingers trembled on the trigger, was this kill or be killed? Was he entitled to shoot these people? Jamie didn't have a lead trigger finger like Danny, he didn't want to kill anyone and have that on his conscience for the rest of his life.

Those few seconds cost him, another man came up from behind him, wrapping an arm around his neck and allowing the other men to peel the gun from his hand.

"What kind of cop has a gun and doesn't shoot?" One of the men asked confused.

The man clamping down on Jamie's neck took a good look at him, the mans hold wasn't enough to strangle him to death, just enough for him to feel weak. The man nearly laughed out loud when he read Jamie's shield, he spluttered, "A Reagan, apparently!"

The shouting outside was getting louder, Jamie's head throbbed even more and black spots were starting to dance in his vision, he needed air and to lie down.

The men were talking above him but Jamie was past comprehension, he only caught a few words like hostage and PC. This was not good.

Finally several officers managed to break through the front line and slip into the church, rushing to find the other officers from the 12th before it was too late.

"Sarge? Reagan?" The officers calls echoed through the seemingly empty church, the first officer to lay eyes on the partners rushed towards their fellow officers but were ambushed by men who came up behind them before Jamie could even choke out a warning.

The man finally released Jamie from his grip and he was able to slump to the floor with the rest of the officers, his vision swam and his brain couldn't seem to come up with anything coherent.

"That riot has to stop out their before one of ours gets killed." Jamie's captors spoke to one another.

"Get his phone, call the Commisioner." The man said pointing to Jamie, dragging him to his feet and frisking him for his phone. The man found it and wordlessly passed it to Jamie to unlock it.

Jamie didn't know what to do, the NYPD did not negotiate, and Frank Reagan didn't make exceptions for his kids, his father was not going to come for him. Jamie refused to unlock it, people would make it in here eventually if he just waited it out, they would be all right, probably.

One of the captive officers groaned on the floor, coming to after being hit in the head with a baseball bat, he earned himself a kick to the face. Jamie's stomach clenched, how long could they hold out here?

The men tried to intimidate Jamie, throwing him back to the floor, kicking him, punching his face, but Jamie held strong even as his eyes started to flutter.

Then the man reached for his radio, Jamie tried to desperately pull it out of the mans hand, he smashed it against the floor, hoping to break it before the man could trick more back up into coming in here. He threw it against the floor again with what was left of his strength but the man caught his wrist with his boot and pushed down until Jamie was forced to let go of the radio with a yelp.

"We got six officers down," the man falsely reported with a grin, "and they're gonna stay down until the commissioner gets his ass over here."

"The Commisioner does not negotiate hostage situations." The dispatcher replied, as was her job to say so.

"Well you ask the Commisioner if he recognizes the badge number 60528." The man answered and promptly hung up.

"Let's go tie 'em up." The smaller man said to the others.

"Leave me the Reagan. I'm gonna need him." Jamie glanced at the large man in absolute terror from his spot on the floor.

"Leave me alone!" Jamie shouted with what was left of his strength, he was tired, "Sarge!" He called out one final time, hoping to get an answer, sarge glanced at him uncomprehendingly as he was pulled to his feet and dragged up the stairs with the other officers.

"Sweet dreams." The man told Jamie as he hand cuffed both of Jamie's hands above his head, the ultimate indignity, being hand cuffed with you and your partners cuffs.

"Stop! Don't do this!" Jamie shouted as the man neared him with an rag that smelled suspiciously like chloroform, "Stop." He protested weakly as the rag was placed tightly over his mouth and nose, he felt his kicks and struggles begin to slow down, "Please." He choked out, but it was too late, his body slumped against the cold marble wall and the darkness consume him.

He was left with one last thought, his father did not negotiate.