Author's notes: This story will hopefully correspond to many episodes throughout season 2, but I most definitely want to focus on Jamie and this new character, and I love suspense so... I hope you like.

And I want to thank Blue Bloods for introducing me to the NKOTB.

'Just don't pull any of that P.I. stuff today, and we'll do fine.'

'What are you saying, exactly? Since when does my sleuthing skills interfere with our line of work?' asked Anna, who slouched in the passenger seat while her supervisory partner drove them towards the Upper West Side of Manhattan. She knew exactly what Margaret was talking about - this was her third partner since she started working full time for the Department; and when social workers are couped up in the office with a mountain of paperwork, they do what they can to pass the time. Gossip.

'Well, Rosie wasn't too happy about the fact that you sided with the father in your last case with her,' said Margaret. 'Especially after the kid gave a sworn statement of his abuse.'

'It was my only case with Rosemary, and the kid was lying from the get-go. I had to dig around a little to make sure the kid was telling the truth.'

'Yeah, and you did it behind her back. Not to mention, you broke protocol,' said Margaret, stealing a chance to glance at the rookie. 'Or, should I say protocols? Some of us are amazed you're still here.'

'I didn't lose my job because the mother was in on it to continue to milk money from her husband. I worked around the protocol because by the time it takes to go through the bureaucratic red-tape, the kid would have further implicated his own father, in which he'll then retaliate and game over,' explained Anna. 'The mother will move away with the kid to live quite comfortably with the alimony and the child support, while the father probably had to sell his house and work his butt off for that kid til he's 21. That's a whole decade, Margaret, not to mention the psychological strain on the father. So why don't you gossip about that, 'cause that's what would have happened if I didn't do what I did.'

'Hey, I'm just saying that you made her look like a rookie when the truth came out,' chortled Margaret. 'Would love to have seen what the boss said when she requested a new partner…'

'Can we not talk about that? I don't want any more desk duty. Barely survived the last stint,' sighed Anna. 'But did Rosemary really report every rule that I supposedly broke?'

'Yep,' laughed Margaret, as she parked her car in a quaint looking neighbourhood. 'Weren't you told she was a stickler for the protocols?'

'Wouldn't have changed anything,' smiled Anna, as she stepped into the breezy weather. 'That mother deserved all the hours of community service she was sentenced to, and I'm hoping that in time, the kid will find out his father is not who his mother described him to be.'

'Yeah, it was a good outcome, which is what I want for today as well, okay? Just follow my lead,' said Margaret as she led the way to the front door of house number 1206, the narrow footpath frosted with snow and lined with miniature gnomes. 'And if you sniff something out… just tell me before I give you desk duty myself.'

'Fine, if I see anything, you can claim the credit for it,' said Anna, as Margaret reached out and knocked.

'Atta rookie, now you're learning,' joked Margaret, and she patted her trainee's back. 'We're going to get along great!'

Anna smiled, knowing that Margaret understood her better than she let on. The front door creaked open. 'Can I help you?' asked the man through the small gap.

'Good afternoon, Mr. Harrison. We're from Social Services and we would like to have a chat concerning your two children? My name is Margaret and this is Anna.'

'Hi,' said Anna, and she gave a friendly smile. The first rule about dealing with estranged families is to never seem intrusive or intimidating. 'We don't wish to take too much of your time, sir.'

'Did my ex-wife send you? I only get one of these weekends a month with the kids - what the hell does she want now?'

'This is a scheduled visit from Social Services, sir. Your ex-wife had nothing to do with it. A letter was sent to this address saying that we could come to make sure you have an environment suitable for child habitation. This is part of the conditions of custody for your children.'

'Right, please don't remind me. Come in.'

Margaret gave Anna a 'that's how you do it' look, as Mr. Harrison led them into a warm lounge room. Anna felt save enough to remove her gloves without fear of getting frostbite. 'This New Year really is colder than average,' Anna said conversationally.

'Yes, yes it is,' replied Mr. Harrison distractedly.

'Did we interrupt something, sir? I see that you're all suited up,' said Anna. Mr. Harrison was indeed dressed in what Anna could only describe as church clothes.

'I want to take my kids somewhere special.'

'And where are the kids, Mr. Harrison?' asked Margaret. Anna looked around the room as Mr. Harrison explained that the kids are in the bath at the moment.

The lounge room was full of toys that is expected in a house with a five and seven year old boys, but something wasn't quite right about it all.

'Perhaps you should see to them, Mr. Harrison? Kids that age should be supervised in the bathroom,' said Anna. She turned towards him to watch his reaction as he replied, 'yes, of course. That's what I was doing before you knocked on my door.'

Mr. Harrison then rushed off into the back of the house, where Anna heard the splashing cease and the running water turned off.

'The house is neater than my own apartment, and I don't even have kids,' said Margaret. 'The guy is doing a decent job.'

'Yeah, but that's the thing. It's too neat. Not clean, neat. Boys do not have the capacity to be this neat, unless…' pondered Anna, mostly to herself as she walked about the room.

'Okay, so what is it that you wanted to know?' said Mr. Harrison as he returned into the room. 'The kids should be finished soon.'

'Well, Mr. Harrison, we can start with -' said Margaret, but Mr. Harrison cut in. 'Please, call me George. Have a seat.'

George's change of demeanour started ringing alarm bells in Anna's head. 'Thank you George. We just need -' continued Margaret, where Anna interrupted her this time. 'Mr. Harrison, where is Max and John?'

George turned towards Anna. 'Like I said, they're getting changed in the bathroom.'

'May I?' said Anna, who started to head towards the bathroom.

'No, you may not. That would be a breach of privacy,' said an angered George, who then proceeded to grab Anna's arm and prevented her from entering the bathroom. 'MAX? JOHN?' yelled Anna.

'Anna, you are out of line!' said a shocked Margaret. 'Mr. Harrison, I must urge you to let her go. She's new to this job -'

'I want you out of my house, NOW!' yelled George, and he dragged Anna towards the front door. 'MAX? JOHN?' yelled Anna again, to which there was no reply. Dumped onto the front porch, George slammed the door before Anna could stand and wedge herself back inside. 'MARGARET!' screamed Anna, banging the front door til her hand was red raw. 'Shit!' panicked Anna, before dialling 911.

'911, what's your emergency?'

'I have a violent father; his name is George Harrison and he's possibly holding my partner hostage. We're Social Services and I have reason to believe that he has already harmed his children. We're at 1206 West 82nd Street. Please hurry!'

'Are you hurt?'

'What? No, I'm not -'

'The police will be there momentarily, so I need you to get yourself somewhere safe. Was the man carrying any weapons?'

'Not when he assaulted me, but he's in the house with my partner and his kids, right now!' said a frustrated Anna. If Margaret can't talk her way out of this situation, she'll have to take full responsibility for any and all consequences. Regretting having acted so rashly moments before, Anna started eying one of the gnomes on the footpath and formulated a plan. 'I need to stall him til the police get here.'

'The police are already on the way, ma'am. Get somewhere safe, and do not get involved. The police will handle it when they -'

'It'll be too late by then,' said Anna, and she hurled a garden gnome in a bright red hat towards the house. Shattering glass was heard before the emergency call was disconnected.

..:: | ::..

'Look, I trust you. But whether it is the Blue Templar or anything above our payroll, I do not want you poking around and getting caught. What would your Dad think? Hell, even I don't think Danny is stupid enough to get involved,' said Renzulli. 'Or maybe he is, but you should be smarter and know better!'

'It's over, sarge. The whole Blue Templar thing is over,' said a grateful Jamie, as he settled down on the stall of a heated coffee shop. The events in the recent weeks are still flashing in the rookie's mind.

'Really?' asked Renzulli sarcastically. 'That's why you look so focused and happy right now, huh?'

Jamie turned to his training officer, and knew that he couldn't lie about what happened. His father had said to keep the whole operation as quite as possible - but not secret, and Jamie trusted his TO. 'Did you hear about all those officers that went down over some stolen money from a police drug bust?'

'Yeah, everybody heard about that. Why?'

'My dad led the execution. And Danny. And myself,' said Jamie matter-of-factly.

'Get out of here,' exclaimed Renzulli. 'How did you get involved? How did the Commissioner?'

'Blue Templar. We arrested the whole corrupt society,' said Jamie. 'We didn't know who we could trust.'

'What you're saying, is that all those cops you bought down for the stolen drug money were the Blue Templar? They actually exist and the Commissioner brought them down?'

'Yeah.'

'But why the hush-hush? Shouldn't the precincts know about it?' asked Renzulli. He has yet to sip from his coffee cup since the start of the conversation.

'We don't know how high up this goes,' said Jamie. 'And they killed Joe, sarge.'

Renzulli opened his mouth to say something, before deciding to quietly drink his coffee instead. 'I'm sorry, Jamie. Joe was a good guy and a great cop.'

Jamie stared out at the window, seeing people bustling up and down the streets in their overcoats and scarves without a care in the world. 'I miss him, sarge.'

'So do I. And if you're half as good as your brother was, you'll be a great detective one day too.'

'Thanks sarge. Ready to go?' asked Jamie, wanting to keep himself as busy as possible to prevent dwelling about Joe.

Speaking not a moment too soon, Renzulli's radio cackled to life. 'Sector Adam 10-34, at 12-0-6 West 82nd street with possible civilian intervention and 10-35. Repeat. 10-34 at 12-0-6 West 82.'

Both officers rushed to their feet. 'Looks like I don't have a choice,' said Renzulli. '12 sergeant to Central, we copy,' Renzulli replied to dispatch before he and his rookie officer ran to their police vehicle, disrupting the afternoon traffic with their sirens.

..:: | ::..

The house was unusually quiet, as Anna carefully climbed through the smashed lounge room window. 'Margaret?' she asked.

'You should not have done that,' said a calm George Harrison, appearing from the small hallway. 'No one can help my sons, because they're safe now. My ex-wife can't take them away anymore.'

'Mr. Harrison, please tell me you didn't kill your own children,' whispered Anna.

George took a step closer to Anna. 'They're in God's hands now. He'll forgive me for what I have done, and for what I will do,' said an emotional George. 'I couldn't let them be treated like a piece of property to be shipped back and forth. I AM THEIR FATHER!' screamed George. 'No one takes my children AWAY!'

'ANNA! RUN ANNA,' screamed Margaret, her voice muffled from another room in the house. 'He's got a gun!'

George pulled out a small revolver and levelled it at Anna. 'I didn't want to harm your partner, and I don't want to hurt you, but if any of you try to stop me, I won't hesitate.'

'Mr. Harrison, listen to me please,' said Anna, raising her hands in a submissive position. 'The police are already on the way. Whatever it is that you have done, whether you believe it to be right or not, please sir, don't make it any worse.'

'How do you know if it could get any worse? I killed my children! But that's okay, because I promised them that I'll meet them soon,' said George, lowering his revolver away from Anna and directed it at his head instead. 'Really soon.'

Anna heard police sirens in the distance, so she pressed on, knowing that the police will end the situation very quickly, and George will not survive the incident. 'Mr. Harrison - George, godamnit! Listen to me. Tell me, did you love your sons?'

'What kind of question is that? Of course I loved my sons!'

'Then how did you do it? How did you kill them?' asked Anna. 'You drowned them didn't you? I heard them splashing in the tub when I came in, your sleeve was wet, and you were all calm when you came back out of the bathroom. You drowned them when Margaret and I were here, didn't you?'

'How did you -'

'Because you have a gun, but you didn't shoot them. Why?' asked Anna, hoping to shock George with the truth that this is more than just a father's mercy killing. 'Why did you drown them, George?'

'Because - because I didn't want them to die like that, they're just kids!'

'Then that gun only has one bullet, right?'

'Yes,' said George, as his hand started to falter. 'I didn't want to do it, I swear, but I had too!'

'DADDY? Daddy, where are you?' squeaked a tiny voice.

George's ears perked up. 'John?'

'Daddy!' answered John, who then coughed and spluttered.

'Ssh!' said Margaret, but it was too late. George leaped over the small coffee table and grabbed Anna by her shoulders and jammed the revolver to the side of her face.

'What did you do to him? Why did you have to interfere?' screamed George. 'You let my John out now or I'll shoot her, I swear I will!'

The sirens that have felt so far away was now blaring outside for the neighbourhood to hear, the red and blue lights flashing across the glass littered lounge room. 'Drop the gun! DROP IT,' yelled two distinct voices. Anna heard one of them calling for back-up.

'George, please. You still have a cha-'

'Shut up and call for your partner to take my son out,' said George. 'I'm not letting any of my children out of this house unless God takes them himself. Now call for her!'

'Drop your gun, sir,' said Renzulli from behind his squad car. 'Drop it and release the girl.'

'CALL HER!' yelled George, facing the cops so that Anna covered his front.

'No. I will not have a dead child on my conscience,' replied Anna; an oath that she took before becoming a social worker was to always protect children to the best of her abilities.

'Daddy? Why is did you hurt Max? He's not moving, daddy!'

'Drop the weapon or we'll fire!'

'Daddy?'

'DROP YOUR WEAPON!'

'DADDY!'

Disorientated with all the demands, and now more sirens adding to the mix, George screamed and turned towards the voice of his oldest child.

Officer Reagan took the shot, aiming for the exposed thigh when George twisted his hostage to the side. Anna felt George's weight collapse on top of her, the gun in George's hand now shifted to her stomach, and three guns went off simultaneously.

..:: | ::..

Post Scripts: My first ever Blue Blood story! I can take this in so many directions so if you have anything to contribute, it will improve my later chapters, with my most worried issues being:

-How did you find Anna's character?

-Was the Blue Templar incident covered well between Renzulli and Jamie?

Other than that, I would also like to add that Frank and Anna's guardian will make an appearance in the next chapter which I hope will clear things up between both families that I would like to delve in deeper in later chapters.

Merry Christmas! -Lyn