I don't own Blue Bloods or Buffy. Purely entertainment purposes.
Frank Reagan sat in his attic thumbing through the box of pictures that he hadn't touched in ten years. He smiled as he looked at one taken of his twin boys Jamison and Alexander, one with blonde hair and the other with a mop of black. Alexander looked like him with his dark hair and little baby smile. Alex was always gurgling or clapping his hands at something amusing, he especially loved watching Danny and his exploits.
He looked at one of him holding Alexander at the twins first birthday. Alex had reached up to grab his nose and laughed hysterically when finally got a hold of it.
"Son, where are you?" Henry Reagan called up the stairs. He was coming up.
"Up here pops." His father had already come up.
"Oh, looking through those. I should have known, it makes you wonder." Henry Reagan took a seat beside him on an old chest.
"I don't have any expectations of course but it would be nice to have an answer." Frank pacified a growing hope he had.
"Yes, it would, although will it be the one we want." Henry pondered.
"Should we tell them? Jamie barely remembers him but I know that Erin misses him."
"We do things together and that includes waiting for the FBI." Frank and Henry smiled at the thought.
"Tell them Sunday at dinner, that way we don't have this conversation multiple times." Henry suggested as he slowly got up. "I'll leave you to it."
Frank smiled at another picture Jamison and Alexander had been stuffed into wagon as Joe pulled his younger siblings. He wished that Alex and Joe could be part of the family the whole time.
But there was hope one of his son's would be returned him.
This is just an introductory chapter.