I realize that a lot of Blue Bloods fics are similar.. So I apologize if this isn't very unique! But I'm enjoying writing it anyway, so hopefully you'll enjoy reading it! I hope to get the second chapter up in the next couple of days! I would LOVE feedback! Anything I can do to make it a better story! Anyway, this is only my second fanfic ever, so here goes nothing I guess! Enjoy! (also, this is fairly unedited, so I apologize in advance :D )

Survival of the Fittest

Chapter 1 – The Kidnapping

"Reagan, they're splitting up! I'll take the shorty and you take the other one! Keep in radio contact!"

"10-4 Sarge! Meet up at this corner?"

"Yep. Good luck, kid!"

Jamie and Sergeant Ranzulli panted as they sprinted as fast as their gear would let them. Two men had robbed a convenience store, and somehow had stuck around long enough to allow the two officers to chase them down.

As "Shorty" veered off into an apartment building, Jamie pursued the taller one into an alley. "Police! Stop!" he yelled. The suspect gave no signs of letting up, and continued running, maintaining his lead, much to Jamie's annoyance.

Meanwhile, Ranzulli was also yelling, "Police! Stop!" at Shorty, but to no avail. The stairs were killer with 30 pounds of gear on, and Ranzulli was losing him. He managed to chase the suspect to the top of the building, when suddenly Ranzulli realized that he'd lost him.
"Reagan, I lost him. Coming to you. What's your 20?" Just as Ranzulli finished his inquiry, he heard, and felt, a massive boom. An explosion rocked the 4th floor, and Ranzulli immediately began evacuating people out of the building, hoping that Jamie was ok on his own for the time being.

Jamie vaguely heard Ranzulli's question, and was too out of breath to respond. However, when he heard the explosion off to his left, his alarm bells went off. Jamie kept running though, because he was gaining on Tall. He mentally sent a prayer being grateful for always having been such a good runner. Suddenly, Shorty appeared out of nowhere, and both suspects were facing him. Jamie realized that Shorty must have set off the boom he'd heard.

The two suspects converged on Jamie, and he immediately went into defensive mode. As they approached, he managed to radio that he needed back up, and that he was with the two suspects. Then they began to fight him, swinging at him whenever they had a chance. Jamie was a pretty good boxer, and knew how to hold his own, but two opponents were significantly harder than one.

Even as Jamie landed punches, agilely danced away from their swings, he could not protect himself, and one lucky blow glanced his head, knocking him against the wall. He staggered upright, seeing stars, and then a punch to the head brought on complete darkness.

Shorty and Tall dragged Jamie into a van just a little farther down the alley, and took off, hoping that he would be ok enough to do what their boss needed him to do.

Danny was annoyed. He'd been stuck at his desk all day answering call after call, interviewing suspect after suspect for a big case he'd landed last week. All he wanted to do was get out and do something interesting for an hour.

His phone rang, and without looking at the caller ID, he answered angrily, "Reagan".

Danny's tone changed immediately as he heard Sergeant Ranzulli on the other line. "Sarge, what's going on?" His face paled as he listened. "Jamie's been taken? Who? When did this happen?" Danny listened just long enough to get Ranzulli's location and said, "I'm on my way."

Danny grabbed his jacket, gun, and keys as he said,"Baez, let's go. We need to be at Washington and Queen's street yesterday. Jamie's been taken!"

Baez nodded quickly and followed her partner swiftly to the car.

Jamie felt his head throbbing before anything else made itself clear. He groaned and sat up. As he lifted his hand to rub his head, his other came with it. Confused, he opened his eyes and found himself cuffed. With another throb of pain came all the memories of what had happened.

Shit, he thought. I need to get out of here. Where the hell am I? And who would be idiot enough to kidnap a police officer? Jamie looked around and saw a big, empty room. He seemed to be the only thing in it. Well, that's really helpful.. Damn. Jamie felt for his gun, and found an empty holster. His Taser, flashlight, cuffs, and baton had all been removed. Hang on, they cuffed me with my own cuffs? His nostrils flared in anger. Common sense prevailed, however, and Jamie settled in, conserving his energy and waiting for his chance to escape.

What seemed to be a couple hours later, he was woken from his doze by the sound of a heavy door being opened.

"Rise and shine officer, sir!" A mocking voice greeted him and he looked up. In front of him stood none other than the crime lord Ezekiel Talbot, grinning like Christmas had come early.

"You're going down, Talbot. You really think you can get away with kidnapping a police officer?" Jamie spat at Talbot's feet.

"Easy now, Officer Reagan. Oh that's right, I know who you are. I had to search for the best of the worst to bring in as my guest. That means doing my homework. You see, cops are weak, ineffective, and unworthy of wearing the badge. You in uniform are a black spot on this earth, and you, Jamie Reagan, are going to help me prove that. Naturally, I want the best competition. Of course, I'll still beat you, but it's gotta be fun doesn't it?" Ezekiel grinned again at Jamie, and rubbed his hands together. "This will be fun. Now, let's get you camera ready."

Ranzulli looked over at the detective car that had just screeched to a stop in front of the alley Jamie had taken off into. He shook his head, snapping himself out of the guilt and shock he'd been feeling since he heard Jamie's radio request for back-up. Jamie needed him, and nothing but determination was going to help Jamie now.

Danny got out of the car and was at Ranzulli's side in an instant. "Sarge.. Tony. Tell me he's still alive." Danny's eyes were filled with fear and angst, revealing just how much he would hurt if he lost his baby brother. Ranzulli sighed, and responded, "I can't tell you for sure, but there is no blood- nothing to signal that Jamie's not alive. Come on, I'll get you to where he was taken."

As they walked down the alley, Danny battled with himself. In the past, he'd been the big tough detective that didn't let anything faze him. Nothing took him out of his rhythm; if anything, stress and angst motivated him to success. But this… This shook Danny's whole world. What if he couldn't find Jamie? What if there were no leads? What if he was dead already?

Danny started slightly as he felt a hand on his shoulder. Baez was looking at him with that sympathetic gaze that told him she understood, and was ready to help. She told him, "Danny, we're gonna get Jamie back. You just gotta believe it, too, ok?" Danny nodded grimly. He didn't have much of a choice if he was going to get his family through this, too. Baez continued, "There are a couple cameras here, let's get the footage pulled, and canvas for witnesses. That's a start."

Danny shook himself, and started to get into his hard place. "Right. I'll get the footage. You go start canvasing. Call me if you get anything." They split up, each hoping desperately that they would find something they could use.

Two hours later, they were back at the station, with no witnesses, and footage that simultaneously made Danny proud and terrified. The chase and the fight had been caught on camera, but the van had been parked just out of range.

Danny remembered from some Sunday dinners that Jamie had been continuing to box, and he was glad he'd continued. The two suspects could have done a lot more damage if Jamie hadn't known how to box. His heart ached as he watched Jamie get knocked against the wall, and then attempted to continue to fight, despite obviously trying to stay conscious.

As Danny and Baez continued watching, they could see open back doors, but the license plate and the front of the van were out of frame. As the doors closed, Danny watched closely, hoping that he could catch a license plate number. He saw a blurry image as the van pulled forward, and wrote down "DR3-". By the end of the footage, his fists were clenched, and his whole body tense.

Just as Baez opened her mouth to say something, Danny's phone went off. He looked at the ID and sighed. "Hi dad. I've only got a partial plate. It's almost nothing to go off of."

On the other side of the line, Frank Reagan wilted slightly as he heard Danny's report. "Danny, it's better than nothing. You've completed cases with less. Were there no witnesses?"

Danny sighed again, this time out of frustration. "No. Not one. Everyone was too busy with the explosion, which seemed to be a diversion to get Sergeant Ranzulli away from Jamie long enough for the two guys to take him."

It was Frank's turn to sigh. "Alright. Well. Maybe one will come forward. In the meantime, you do what you have to do to get your brother back. Do you understand?"

Danny's eyes narrowed, his determination renewed with that order. "I understand you perfectly, Commissioner. I will bring Jamie home."

Jamie listened to Talbot tell him they would get him camera ready, and immediately wondered which version of camera ready they meant. It meant they'd primp him up, or beat him up. He rather suspected it was the latter.

Jamie knew his hunch was correct when a tall, muscled man stalked in. He had a metal box in one hand, and Jamie was not eager to find out what was inside.

Talbot greeted the newcomer heartily, "Ah Brandon, perfect timing. It's time to get him ready. Before you begin, can you have Laurence get in here? I want him to test the camera and the connection."

The man Brandon nodded briefly and left. He quickly returned with a short, wiry, jumpy looking man, with big glasses. Jamie assumed this was Laurence. He was carrying a camera, lots of wires, and a laptop.

Jamie's heart sank. Whatever they were going to make him do, it was going to be broadcast, from the looks of it. Suddenly, his hope perked up. If they were broadcasting it, then there would be an IP address. And if anyone in law enforcement was watching, they'd trace it, and find him here.

Talbot turned to Laurence. "Let's do a quick test, shall we? Officer Reagan here is ready to be prepared for a guest appearance on our fun little show. Let's run his preparation and see if there are glitches to be fixed." No sooner had he said that than he turned around and delivered a solid punch to Jamie's eye. His head knocked back, and his eyes watered. Determined not to show weakness, he thrust his chin out, and said defiantly, "That all you got? I can do this all day."

Talbot laughed happily. "Oh my, he was a perfect choice. I will so enjoy breaking him." Laurence gave him a thumbs up with the camera pointed at Jamie and Talbot, and with that, the blows continued. The majority of them landed on Jamie's midsection, completely winding him, and causing him to curl up in an attempt to protect his ribs.

Just as Jamie started to think he was going to have some bones broken, Talbot stopped, and addressed the camera. Everything he'd told Jamie about cops being weak, he announced to whomever was watching the broadcast. As Talbot talked, Jamie uncurled and tried his best to look unfazed and bold.

"…So, to prove how much of a waste cops are on tax dollars, this young officer, Officer Jamie Reagan, will be competing against me in 6 categories. If I win, he dies. If he wins.. well, it won't happen. The competitions will be in shooting, running, climbing, an obstacle course, swimming, and fighting. The first begins in 15 minutes."

"Alright Jamie Reagan. You have 15 minutes to prepare yourself for the first test. Maybe send some prayers to your maker. But, you'll be meeting him before long, so I wouldn't worry too much about that." Talbot chuckled to himself as he left the room.

Jamie slumped when the door closed, his brave façade dropping. He wrapped his arms around his ribs the best he could while cuffed, and thought about his family. I wish I'd gotten to say goodbye… They'll never know how much I love them. Dammit, why didn't I call for back up sooner? As he thought, Jamie realized that Danny was probably looking for him. And if Danny is on the case, I know he'll find me. I gotta hang on until he gets here. And from there, Jamie's thoughts went quiet as he went into preparation mode.