Title: The Act of Heroism
Chapter title: City Don't Sleep
Summary: Jamie didn't have time to think, he just reacted. "Reagan!" Renzulli's voice was the last thing that echoed in the street before the car impacted and the sound of metal crushing metal was the only thing heard.
Author's Note: Hello! Crimescenelover here
This is my first Blue Bloods fiction story and I am quite excited. After having seen all three seasons and waiting for the fourth, I decided to try my luck in this fandom. Obviously, my favorite character on the show is Jamie Reagan, but I also love his relationship with his father and his brother Danny. So expect a lot of that :D
Anyways … I hope you will enjoy my little story that came to me some day out of nowhere and I just had to write it. So I would really appreciate if you gave your thoughts on it or if anybody seems out of character, bad, good, anything … What I am saying is: Review after you read please! :D
I think I will stop talking now and let you people read. I will be back with you shortly!
Enjoy! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Blue Bloods or any character you might recognize, I simply use them for entertainment purposes only.
"Heroism is not only in the man, but in the occasion." - Calvin Coolidge
"All I'm saying, kid, is that you got to keep your eyes open. Things tend to get crazy when night falls," Officer Anthony Renzulli said while he turned the police car around a street corner.
"I know, Sarge," his trainee officer Jamie Reagan replied next to him and secretly rolled his eyes.
He and Renzulli were on night patrol and Renzulli had started a lecture of what to look out for when you worked nights. Jamie was barely listening to him as he had heard most of it before. This was after all not his first patrol at night, even though his training officer tended to treat it as such. But he treated Jamie like it was his first patrol every day, and the young Reagan had a feeling that wouldn't stop any time soon. It probably wouldn't stop before he was assigned to a new partner. A day Jamie was looking forward to, or at least that was what he kept saying. So instead Jamie had turned his focus to the civilians that were walking outside of their squad car, busy in their own thoughts.
The street lamps casted bright shiny light down on the city streets and created shadowy patterns in the car and the cool night air was biting into Jamie's skin from the cracked passenger side window.
"I know you know. I'm just making sure it sticks to that pretty Harvard brain of yours," Renzulli said with a small smirk as he glanced over at the rookie officer.
Jamie moved his gaze away from the large crowd of New Yorkers and to Renzulli. "It sticks, Sarge. Just like everything else you tell me."
"Good."
The car rumbled out of a side road onto one of the larger main roads in Manhattan and one lane became three. There were a few cars on the roads in both directions and even fewer pedestrians on the sidewalks. If it wasn't for the constant noise and the glow from almost everything building surrounding them, you could be fooled to think it wasn't even New York City you were driving in.
"It's quiet out tonight, huh Sarge?" Jamie stated.
"Yeah, I think we must have missed some sort of major disaster. Or a game. Whichever came first," the older officer shrugged. "You should count yourself lucky, kid. It's rare for the City to be this quiet. Savior it while you can."
As to prove Renzulli's words right, a car moved up to their left and sped past them. The dark Sedan blasted an impressive 90 miles an hour on the highway and continued to hold the speed as it overtook every other vehicle on the road.
"What did I tell ya?" Renzulli said and turned on the sirens on their squad car and started to pursue the speeding driver. However, they didn't get far as just seconds after the Sedan started to slinger wildly.
"This is going to end badly, Sarge," Jamie stated. The two officers could only watch as disaster started to unfold before their very eyes.
The speeding car swung from side to side until it came too close to the white Ford on the right and the two connected. The nose of the Sedan and the nose of the Ford touched and both cars started gliding along the road sideways. Tires shrieked loudly and small amounts of smoke rose from them as the drivers desperately tried to regain control over their vehicles. Horns honked as the crashing cars passed by and other drivers attempted to avoid the spinning disaster. They soon seemed to slow down, but as fate would have it, an inattentive driver of a blue Buick was driving out from a small branch road and only noticed the out-of-control vehicles too late. It connected hard front and center with the two others and suddenly all of it came to a stop.
The Buick's front was bent beyond recognition when it had crashed into the backseat side of the Sedan, where it was now stationed. The Ford had stopped almost parallel to the Buick with a bump on its nose, a missing rearview mirror and all of the front windows were smashed. The windscreen of the Sedan was cracked and the front bent along with its entire right side. Smoke was emerging slowly from each car. No one got out of the cars and no one made a move to help. They were too stunned to move.
Silence seemed to spread in New York, if only for a few seconds, until the sirens of a police car cut through it like a knife. Renzulli forced the car to a stop and both he and Jamie ran out of the squad car towards the large wreckage. They left the sirens blazing so incoming vehicles would spot the accident from afar in time and drive past safely. The last thing they needed was for the crash to expand further.
"This is 12-sergeant. I have a 10-57 just before the intersection on 9th , multiple injuries, I need at least three buses," Renzulli reported into his radio on his shoulder, while the two officers moved forward. Jamie was already at the cars and started to help the driver in the Sedan. The driver was a man around 40 of age. He was leaned back against his seat, his eyes closed and blood was dripping slowly from his nose. Otherwise there were no obvious injuries on the man, but Jamie knew not all wounds were external.
"Sir, can you hear me?" Jamie tried, but he didn't respond. "Sir?"
The man stirred and groaned when Jamie's hands shook him carefully. "Sir, can you tell me your name?"
"T-Tommy," the man stuttered. "What happened?"
"Okay, Tommy, I'm Officer Reagan. Don't move you were in an accident. An ambulance is on its way. Can you tell me where it hurts?" Jamie asked, all while keeping the man's head still.
"My legs … I think they're going numb or somethin'."
Jamie looked down and while Tommy's legs were unharmed, his feet were another story. They were stuck behind the pedals and something plastic from the car had fallen down and trapped them. "Okay, your feet are stuck, I'm going to see if I can get them free, okay?"
Tommy just nodded and Jamie tried to pry the stuck limbs out. But as he tried to wrinkle them free Tommy screamed in pain and the young Reagan immediately stopped. "I'm sorry," he apologized. When he noticed the man's eyes had started to close he shook him gently. "Hey Tommy, you still with me?" But the man didn't answer him, though he still managed to open his eyes.
Jamie looked over at Renzulli. The older officer was assisting the woman driving the Ford out of the car. He was about to open his mouth to ask the ETA of the ambulances, but a loud honk stopped him. Out of the darkness two headlights were approaching fast. Both police officers stopped what they were doing and watched as the car came closer and closer. It never slowed down or seemed to turn to avoid the crash site. Though it was swaying from side to side it was coming directly at them.
"Sarge, you see the car?"
"Damn well I do. Seems like every nut job is out driving tonight. We need to move these people and now!" Renzulli said and quickly moved the frantic woman he was holding to the curb and sat her down. Before he could move on she grabbed his arm and looked up at him pleadingly.
"Please, my child is still in the back …" she said, her voice tight and fearful.
"Don't worry, I'll get him out," Renzulli assured and ran back to the Ford while he kept his eyes trained on the approaching car.
Meanwhile Jamie was still working on freeing Tommy's feet. "This is going to hurt, but I need to free your feet, okay?" he said to the semi-conscious man. He nodded, but otherwise didn't respond.
Jamie pulled and kicked at the piece of plastic and even tried to pull out the man's feet by sheer force, but nothing worked. Sharp edges of the plastic cut into his fingers and the more he pulled the sharper it seemed to get. Sweat started to break out on his forehead and panic started to grab him. The speeding car was only seconds away now. But no matter how hard he tried, the piece didn't budge.
"Reagan! You gotta get outta there!" Renzulli yelled, a small, crying boy in his arms.
"I can't get him out, Sarge!"
"Jamie!" Renzulli yelled again.
The car raced straight through them and none of them had any more time to react. Jamie didn't think; he just jumped into the Sedan and shielded Tommy with his body.
"Reagan!" Renzulli's desperate voice was the last thing that echoed in the street before the speeding car impacted hard and the sound of metal crushing metal was the only thing heard.
TBC
So, that is the first chapter. Let me know what you think! :D