Danny had a long day at work and was finally able to get into bed at around midnight. Sighing, he pulled back the sheets, quietly slipped into bed, and was instantly asleep.
About an hour and a half later, he was woken up by the loud ringing of his cell phone. Half asleep, he picked it up off the night stand and put it to his ear.
"Reagan." He mumbled.
"D-Danny," Came his baby's brother shaken voice.
"Jamie?" Danny replied, now wide awake. "What's the matter?"
"I am near Rod street in the a-alley. My cover was blown. They hurt me. P-Please help me."
The line went dead.
Danny jumped out of bed and pulled on some jeans.
"Honey?" Linda whispered. "Is everything okay?"
"It's Jamie. I gotta go."
He ran out the door before Linda could get in anymore questions. His little brother was in trouble and he was not going to waste anymore time talking.
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Jamie was lying in a pool of his own blood. It was hot..too hot? Why did it feel so hot?
It was just supposed to be another undercover job; get info on a major drug supplier and then leave.
But things went bad quick. Now he's drowning in his own blood.
He saw bright headlights slowly pulling towards him.
Wait is that Danny? Did I call Danny? Why does everything feel so funny?
A man jumped out of the car and ran towards him.
"Jamie! Oh no. Oh no."
He groaned as the man applied pressure to his wound and then slowly lifted him off the cold gravel ground.
"We're going to get you to the hospital and you'll be just fine. Please hold on a bit longer, Little Brother."
Yes, he thought, this is Danny. I'm safe.
Then everything went black.
**next part will be up soon**