My Son
By Montez
Disclaimer: Blue Bloods is a production of CBS, but not me.
A/N: I just couldn't get Frank's look out of my head at the end of this week's episode. Hope you enjoy.-Montez
Chief Bell just left my office. In the years we've worked together he was always good at being able to tell when I needed some time to myself. In the command center I had to hold myself together, school my emotions but the moment Danny entered the frame with the SUV that carried out suspected bomber and bomb my heart nearly pounded out of my chest as my insides churned.
I knew both my son's were out there today, searching for our suspect vehicle, but to see my son knowingly approach said vehicle. The mantra that started shouting in my head was 'Please God, I can't lose another son.' I prayed every moment as I stood there feeling more helpless than I had ever felt; I prayed I wouldn't watch my son being blown up.
But now, a couple hours later, I walk over to the window of my office. The one that overlooks this wonderful city and for the first time since I saw my son walk into frame, I let my emotions have their turn. I sit down heavily in the chair next to the window and I bury my face in my hands. I can feel the hot tears slip from my eye's as I close them tightly. My son could have been killed right in front of me today. He had made it back from a war, he's had years of experience on the streets, but I can still remember the day the doctor put that small bundle in my hands and told me I had another son and I could have very well had to watch his death today, but thank God I didn't.
I know the Mayor wanted to question my decision to let Danny take the lead on the situation, but I had to trust that my son knew what he was doing and had a damn good reason for doing it. As I watched him react to what was happening off screen, then back to the woman in the SUV, I was both proud and terrified. Then it was over, Danny's partner had gotten the boy from the vehicle and Danny pulled the woman out the window before she could react. This was the best case scenario, no civilian's hurt, no officer's hurt, the suspect in custody and the bomb defused. But I still can't stop shaking at how wrong it all could have gone.
I take a couple of deep breaths and sit back running my hand over my face. The Mayor is expecting me in twenty minutes for a press conference. So again I sit here, pushing my emotions back down. The city needs the reassuring face of the Commissioner right now, not the emotional wreck of a father who has already lost one son to this job and who nearly lost another this afternoon. But as I stand, walking over to the mirror to fix my tie and make sure my 'confident' mask is in place I know that tonight, when I see Danny, I'm going to hug him just a little tighter, whether he want's me too or not.
A/N: I know it wasn't long, but I just wanted to cover those few minutes Frank may have had alone before meeting the Mayor. In that moment in the show he just looked like he was about ready to lose it and I took that as the 'father' coming through. I totally love this show and hope to be inspired some more soon. Thanks for reading-Montez