AN: Hey everyone! I'm back with an extremely long multi-chapter! I know this first one's short but it's almost all pre-written so I should have more chapters every couple days or so. Also, do me a favor and give me a follow on Instagram xxbluebloodsxx :) enjoy -kittiesgalore101

"I'll be home soon, I just took a shortcut," NYPD Patrol Officer Eddie Janko-Reagan told her husband as she drove.

"What shortcut?" Her husband, NYPD Detective 1st Grade Jamie Reagan asked with concern.

"I'm in Hell's Kitchen," Eddie said reluctantly.

"Hell's Kitchen? Eddie, you know you shouldn't be there alone," Jamie said in a patronizing tone.

"I'll be fine. I am armed, you know," Eddie sassed as she double checked her car doors were locked.

"Be careful. I love you," Jamie said sincerely.

"Love you more," Eddie smiled.

"Not even possible," Jamie laughed as he hung up.

Eddie kept her gaze on the road as she scanned her surroundings. It wasn't until she stopped at at road crossing when she saw something out of place. There were two men in an alley, exchanging what looked like drugs. She knew it was dangerous, but Eddie decided to get out of her car and intervene. She switched off the keys and grabbed her off-duty weapon, taking a deep breath, she lurked around a corner before making a move. She then drew her weapon and turned the corner. "NYPD! Show me your hands!" Before she could take another step, there were three gunshots.

The first hit one of the men.

The third went into the head of the gunman.

The second hit Eddie.

To Jamie Reagan, it seemed like an eternity since his wife had called him. It was only the obnoxious ring of his cellphone that snapped him out of his horrid thoughts. He picked it up, hoping it would be Eddie, but the voice on the other end was not familiar.

"Next of kin for Officer Edit Janko?" a woman asked abruptly.

"This is Detective Reagan from the 12th, she's my wife. What's going on?" Jamie panicked.

"I'm sorry, Detective, your wife's been shot. She's alive but barely, she's still in surgery," the woman's words hit Jamie hard. "And, Detective?"

"Yes," Jamie responded without really hearing the words.

"I'd move fast, she might not make it through the night."

"Thank you, I'm on my way," Jamie's words were more reflex than what he was actually thinking. So on his way out the door, his first call was to the man who most likely knew about the shooting before he did. Police Commissioner Frank Reagan, his father.