Well here's another Blue Bloods story mainly revolving around Jamie and Danny – I always think its really strange how we always want to hurt the character we like the most!

The title comes from something Linda said to Danny in the season 2 finale about what type of influence their brother Joe was in their lives. Hope it at least kind of makes sense by the end of the story.

I don't own anyone you recognise, just like to hurt Jamie sometimes!

Building Bridges

"Uncle Jamie!"

Jamie looked up to see his niece, Nicki, bounding down the school steps towards him. She had only had to be in school for the morning and because he was the only member of the family, apart from Henry, not at work that day, it had fallen to him to collect her from school. He didn't mind though, he was pleased to be spending some time with her. Since she had entered her teenage years, Jamie seemed to see less and less of her, so today was a good chance to catch up. He began to walk towards her, meeting her with open arms, which she threw herself into. Jamie took a moment to feel relief that she went in for the hug – he would've looked pretty stupid standing there with his arms open wide for a hug that didn't happen!

As he let go of her, he became aware of a group of girls looking his way then smiling, "You're causing quite a stir Uncle Jamie," Nicki grinned.

He felt himself blush a little as he nudged her shoulder, causing the young girl to giggle.

He opened the car door to allow her access to the passenger seat. As he sat behind the steering wheel, he took a second to watch her put on her seatbelt as she was gazing around the interior, "Wow Uncle Jamie, I've never seen such an awesome car! It's so clean!" She exclaimed, thinking about what her mum's car always looked like inside.

Jamie ducked his head in embarrassment, "Well it was your Uncle Joe's – he always looked after it so I thought I'd better do the same," he explained.

"You're doing a good job – Uncle Joe would agree…" she trailed off as she noticed her Uncle's expression change slightly, so she changed the subject, "So what are we doing this afternoon?"

Jamie's smile returned, "I thought we could go for lunch to that restaurant that you like, then maybe the cinema? What do you think?"

Nicki nodded eagerly, "Can we watch the new superhero movie? My friends have seen it and they say it's amazing!"

"Sure, sounds good. I just need to go to the bank first – should only take five minutes," he told her as he pulled the car away from the curb. Nicki nodded, the smile on her face telling Jamie that she was just as pleased to be spending time with her Uncle as he was.

Ten minutes later, Jamie couldn't believe his luck as he managed to park the car directly outside the bank, "Can I wait here?" Nicki asked.

"No sorry Nicki, I promised your mum I would watch out for you, and I can't do that if you're sat out here on your own."

Nicki decided that she wouldn't ruin the afternoon by arguing so she reluctantly followed her Uncle into the imposing building.

The teenager couldn't believe how huge the bank was – it seemed bigger than her entire school. She noticed, however, that they had managed to place CCTV cameras all around the bank without detracting from its grandness.

She sidled over to Jamie's side, looking over his shoulder as he filled out a withdrawal slip. Stealthily, she retrieved a pen from her bag and managed to add an extra nought to the withdrawal amount. Jamie stopped writing and looked at her in surprise, then burst out laughing, "I should be so lucky," he muttered between laughs as he ripped it up and started filling out another one.

Suddenly the low, dull rumble of the every day activity was punctured by two loud noises. Immediately Jamie recognised it as gunfire. As he whirled round to see what was happening, he grabbed hold of his niece and pulled her behind him, "Don't move," he whispered, as a couple of screams pierced the air.

When Jamie finally turned round, he came almost face to face with two masked me. His police training help him identify that they were men just by looking at their build, "Everyone over here!" One of them shouted, motioning for everyone to stand in front of the counter. Jamie then noticed that there was a marked difference in the height of the men, with one being at least a foot taller than the other.

The smaller of the two threw a bag at one of the members of staff, "You know what to do," he growled at the panic stricken woman.

The first gunman motioned for Jamie and Nicki to join the small group of people standing in front of the counter.

Jamie quickly surveyed his surroundings and the other people that were with him. After himself and Nicki, there was the member of staff currently trying to fill the bags with trembling hands. There were a couple of other staff members, a suited man probably in his early fifties and a young man not much older than Nicki. Looking to his left gave him more cause for concern. There was a elderly couple clinging tightly to each other, the woman was looking decidedly pale and shaky. There was also a heavily pregnant woman who was trying to comfort her young son, who looked to be about four years old. Jamie hoped that she wasn't as far gone in her pregnancy as she looked because she actually looked ready to give birth at any time and a shock such as this…

"Hey honey, you ok?" He whispered to his niece mindful of the fact that her vice like grip on his arm hadn't lessened as they took their places within the group. Nicki tried to offer her Uncle he best brave smile but realised that it had failed when her lip began to tremble, "It's going to be ok," he tried to reassure the young girl.

Before they knew what was happening, they could hear sirens penetrating the deathly quiet.

"What the hell?" The taller one spat, whirling round to face the teller, "Was it you?"

The woman behind the counter shook her head vigoursly at his accusations, "We have a prototype system in place that immediately sends a distress signal to the nearest police station when gunfire is detected," the suited man explained. Jamie decided that he must be the manager.

"Well that's just great," the smaller man grumbled, "You said we'd have no problems…"he carried on as he began to search everyone's pockets. He stopped dead when he pulled out Jamie's wallet, "Well this day just gets better and better! He's a cop!"

"You've got to be kidding me!" The taller one exclaimed as he quickly strode over to Jamie, who looked straight at him without flinching. They stared at each other for a while, neither man backing down until the taller one smiled, "No worries, we've got out ticket out of here! Now then, what have we here," he turned towards Nicki, "Lets see what this little lady has in her pockets…" he leered as he began to check her pockets.

"Leave me alone, I haven't got anything…" she pleaded, feeling her body tense as he slowly slid his hands down her body. He reached for the inside pocket of her blazer, causing her to cry out. Jamie grabbed hold of his and threw him away, "Don't you touch her! Don't you ever go near her again!" he yelled, his fear for his niece taking over any rational thought. He turned back to check on her, getting a small nod of affirmation that she was ok. As Jamie slowly turned away from her, he met with the butt of a gun, sending him crashing to his knees, "Uncle Jamie!" was the last thing he heard as darkness clouded his vision.

1st chapter done – any good? Should I carry on?

I realise that the prototype alarm system is a bit far fetched but that's what dramatic licence is all about ha ha!

Danny and some of the other Reagans will be the next chapter so never fear!