Sometimes blue is just blue, other times it isn't
Note: This is my first Fanfic in english, so please have mercy. This Story beginns in season one and two then goes AU.
Spoilers: 1x15 Dedication, 2x06 Black and Blue, 2x08 Thanksgiving, 2x11 The Uniform
Pairing: Jamie/?
Characters: Ensemble, OC´s
Disclaimer: nothing is mine except the idea for this Story and the OC´s
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Casual leaning on a wall, she waits for her partner. Her eyes resting on the scene in the waiting - room.
Five people - two females, three males - sitting there. Waiting to hear about an important member of there family.
She doesn't know these people personally, but she is confident to know the one they're waiting for. Commissioner Francis Reagan.
The patient she herself brought in, just hours ago.
Shotgun wound to the arm and chest. Lots of blood, but not life threatening. Bless god!
Her eyes landing on an older gentleman. Surely her patients father.
On the left couch sits a blond woman. By her side sits a man in a crumbled suit. The commissioners oldest son, shots threw her head. Hard ass Detective.
On the settee straight a head from her position sits the only Reagan - daughter, Prosecuting attorney.
Next to her sits a young man, around her own age, wearing a Police Officers uniform.
The young cop raises his head and their eyes lock for a brief moment.
Just then her partners voice reaches her. "Gloomy, you coming?"
"Yeah." She calls out. Locking one more second back to the waiting people, then she joined her partner.
"You know someone of the guys over there?" her partner asked.
"Not personally, but you know, as an Cop kid you know the NYPD High society." She explains with a sigh.
"How high?"
"Top of empire."
Her partner whistles, then locks stunned to her.
"The shotgunned guy was the Commissioner?"
"Yeah, the one and only." She sighs and looks out of the car window.
My father freaks, if he heard I rescued his boss. She thinks and closed her eyes.
Hours later she spots the young Cop near the coffee vending machine. She steps up to him.
"Hazelnut." She says in a low voice.
He turns to her, questioning locking. "What?"
"The only coffee you can actually enjoy is the hazelnut flavored one." She explains.
"Oh, ok thanks." He turns and orders a hazelnut coffee.
A small smile grazes her pale face.
"How is your father doing?" she asked.
With a cup of coffee in hand he turns to her, eyebrow raised.
"Your nametag gives it away." She says and taps his shield. "So, how's the Commissioner?"
He put his best cop face in place and looks her straight in the eyes.
"How do you know he is here?" he asked her all business.
She holds up her hands. "Wow, hold on. I brought him in, okay? All I want to know is, how my patient does?"
He relaxes and rubs his hand over his face. "Sorry, it's just….."
"Yeah, I know, so he okay?"
"Yes, thanks by the way. He will be released day after tomorrow."
"Welkom, and it's good to hear."
Before he could say more her radio comes to life.
"Have to go, bye." She says and strides away.
Jamie rounds the corner and slumps down on the settee. His thoughts turned to the young medic. She sure was a pretty looking, with her black long hair and these amazing green eyes. But then there was this sad aura around her. Her smile never reaches her eyes.
What was it her partner calls her? Gloomy? Yes that's it.
Fitting, but he know there is more then one side to a coin.
"A penny for your thoughts."
Dannys voice brings him back to the real world.
"Thinking of your new girl?" his brother grins.
"Who?" he asks confused.
"The EMT over there you were talking with, a few minutes ago."
"Oh, she." Was all Jamie mutters.
"Yeah she. Pretty girl, you got her number?" asked Danny mischievously.
Jamie chuckles and shakes his head.
"What? You are single and she's good locking. Actually I think she has the hots for you. Hours ago she stands over there and watches you."
"Yeah I know. I saw her too. She asked about Dad, brought him in."
Danny rises his eyebrow quizzically. "So, it was all business?"
"Yes."
"Wow, dispatch don't exaggerate about this." Her partner shouts over the blaring horn.
She looks out through the windshield. There were many cops and black men struggling against each other.
Slowly they approach the scene.
"Over there." She pointed to an civil patrol car. On it's hood sat a cop with blood all over his face.
Moments later she stands next to said cop.
"What happened?" she asked.
"They took a tumble down the stairs." Answers the civil cop.
"Look at my partner first. He is pretty much out of it sins the fall." States the bloody cop.
"My partner takes care of him. Let me look at your laceration." She grabs his elbow and leads him to the ambulance.
He tries to take a look at his partner.
She snaps her fingers in front of his face. "Hey Reagan, here is the music."
He looks at her. "How…"
"Nametag, you forgot?"
Gently she grabs his jaw and starts to clean his face. Jamie studies the woman before him.
Pale face, black hair, sad green eyes. Sadness. Gloomy.
"Hazelnut flavored coffee." He whispers.
"Yeah, no serious brain damage. That's good." She said with a smile on her lips.
There was her smile but again it never reaches her eyes.
"What's your name?" she asked.
He frowns at her. "Nametag." He pats his shield, like she had done.
"Actually this was a medical intended question."
"Oh, Jamison Reagan, it's 10:20 am and Obama is President."
He tells her the answers to her following questions.
"Okay, okay. We are both professionals I see. So smartass Officer tell me, are you hurt on other parts of your body?"
He couldn't help it, he can't hold his grin back.
"Here and there but nothing to fret over."
"Let me be the judge about this, body check."
She palpate his body, starting on his scull finishing on his knees.
"I think your vest saves your rips."
Danny rounds the corner of the ambulance.
"How is he?"
"He will life." She answered and dressed Jamies wound.
"How is his partner?"
"Second bus is handling him. Just a concussion, he will be fine."
She busied herself while the brothers talking.
"The next Reagan, do you plan to doctor the hole family?" her partner asked with a smirk.
"No. It's just a coincident."
"Yeah, right." He says sarcastically.
"Have it your way." She mutters and looks away.
Sunday family diner was over, dishes taken care of, as Danny approaches his brother.
"Tell me kid, do you got her number this time?"
Jamie looks up "Which number?"
"Don't play dump, the EMT."
Jamie shakes his head. "You are incredible. No I don't got her number."
to be continued