A/N: I don't own Blue Bloods, CBS, or any other known entity. Title is borrowed from a line in CSI:NY (said by Don Flack to a perp), and I also don't own that. This was a little scene that popped into my head, and wouldn't let go. Features young Reagans. :) I hope you enjoy the story, and please review. :)
Sometimes, Brothers Fight
It had started out innocently enough.
There was one piece of pizza left, and three brothers who were attempting to stake their claim to it. Danny, the oldest, rationalized that he hadn't had as much as his brothers (even though, by everyone's count, he'd definitely had more). Joe, the middle, argued that he was the one who'd actually picked up the pizza, and therefore, he deserved the final slice.
And then, there was Jamie. Little brother Jamie.
Jamie, who's pout was a portion of the reason both of his older brothers were tempted to relent the final piece of cheesy goodness to their baby brother. But, as Danny and Joe realized, Jamie had already eaten way too much, and another slice would send them into a mess that neither brother was equipped to deal with.
And so, the quandary continued.
It had begun as a verbal discussion, that escalated quickly to an argument. Before anyone knew it, it was a full-on war, complete with pillows and other soft objects being hurled around the living room. And as the objects kept flying (and the living room décor was risked for the sake of a slice of pizza), Jamie squealed with delight, excited to actually be a part of a fight with his two older brothers.
Lines were drawn, as the brothers began chasing each other throughout the house, smashing each other as hard as they could with the pillows they had stolen. Up the stairs, down the stairs. Through the kitchen, into the parlor. Nowhere in the house was off limits for the feuding brothers, on their quest for deliciousness.
And then, it happened.
The door opened.
And immediately, all three brothers scrambled to hide, knowing that the mess they'd made would surely land them in deep trouble.
Except, it didn't.
Because it wasn't Mom and Dad who came home, it was Erin, who immediately walked over to the pizza box and pulled out the last remaining slice. She looked over at her three guilty brothers, all of whom were attempting to hide the pillows they were carrying (though Jamie's was about as big as he was).
"You know, you two might wanna clean up this mess before Mom and Dad get home," she advised, taking a bite from the pizza. With her other hand, she grabbed onto Jamie, dragging the youngest Reagan by the arm and upstairs, to get him bathed and ready for bed.
Danny and Joe watched in awe as their two siblings became nothing more than echoing footsteps above them. The looked solemnly around the downstairs area, sighing as they put the pillows back on the couch and began cleaning up the mess they'd made.
The End.