Some dialogue from the Season 4 episode, Mistaken Identity.
CHAPTER 1
December 2013
"Hey, Janko, where's your partner?" Sal Beroni called to Eddie Janko as she entered one of the 12th Precinct's favored bars after tour.
"Oh, he had some dress-up thing with a lawyer friend," Eddie called back to Sal.
"Wait, you mean that cute brunette that met him at the precinct this afternoon?" one of the other officers asked. "I'll bet he has a thing with her."
Eddie tried to ignore the innuendos that immediately started flying after that remark as she made her way to the bar and ordered a beer. Normally, Jamie would be here with her and the many other cops, sharing a drink and a game of darts or pool. But not tonight. Tonight, he was out at some fancy hotel with that little lawyer girlfriend of his. Dana. Dana, who couldn't have been more obvious about marking her territory when she'd shown up at the precinct that afternoon. Of course, Jamie hadn't exactly backed off from Dana's advances. Eddie gulped down a swig of her beer. And it wasn't like she cared, anyway.
An hour later, she was one beer down and had trounced Beroni at a game of darts before he'd left to head home to his fiancé. She was headed to the bar for a refill when a call of, "Look what the cat dragged in!" carried across the crowded bar. Whistles and other calls of "Jamie Reagan" and "Prince Charming" echoed after it.
Eddie turned around to glance at the source of the commotion. And there Jamie was, looking like he'd just come from prom or fallen off the top of a wedding cake, as other officers suggested; so handsome in his tux. And there she was again, in a short, low cut black dress, hanging on his arm. Eddie turned away, hoping they wouldn't see her.
But it was too late. Jamie made some remark to Dana, then turned in her direction. "Oh, hey, Eddie. Join us."
Eddie glanced over the two lawyers. "No, I feel a little under-dressed." And more to the point, she didn't want to watch her partner fawn over some tiny brunette hussy, or watch her hanging onto him. Not that she was jealous or anything. Damn, what was wrong with her? That one beer must have gone straight to her head
"Just sit down, Janko," Jamie insisted.
Eddie reluctantly took a seat at the table. "So, how was the big lawyer shindig?"
"Kind of like Shark Week," Jamie remarked. For Dana's sake, he didn't add how the evening had reinforced in his mind that he'd made the right decision to leave the law for the NYPD.
Dana laughed. "Come on. I thought the keynote speaker was pretty good."
"Civil Litigation in the Internet Age. I think even the waiters were nodding off."
That remark reminded Eddie of another waiter. "Oh, that sounds like that joker from the diner the other day."
"Don't remind me." Jamie rubbed at the side of his face, remembering the crazy itching.
Dana glanced from Jamie to Eddie. "What happened?"
"Oh, girlfriend here orders a chopped salad, as usual. It's embarrassing."
Jamie sighed. "Not everyone puts away a steak sandwich at lunch, Eddie."
"Okay, so he tells the guy no olives, 'cause he's allergic..."
Dana glanced at Jamie. "You're allergic to olives?"
Eddie quickly glanced from Dana to Jamie. Jamie hadn't told this girl about his allergy? Maybe they weren't that close! Eddie thought back to when she'd learned of her partner's allergy, just the previous week…
Check back tomorrow for the whole story of how Eddie learned about Jamie's problem with olives!