Happy Holidays Everybody!
This Christmas I am giving myself a new fandom to write for. (Yay!) And since my friend was kind enough to gift me with Blue Bloods season one, what better place to start?
To those of you who have read my work before, I am trying something different and not censoring the language. (Trying to grow as a writer and all that.) To those of you not familiar with my earlier works ... you can just ignore that last comment.
Anyway, this story was inspired by Andorian Ice Princess-AIP's dramatic fic "Sins of the Father." (If you haven't read it, and you like Jamie and angst, feel free to check it out.) So this story is for her with special thanks to my fabulous beta, Shaz1.
DISCLAIMER: Blue Bloods and all recognizable characters are property of someone else that I don't know the name of, but they are nice enough to share as long as I don't charge you money to read.
Enjoy this free story ...
Chapter 1
"Right on time."
Hearing the voice over his ear-piece, Danny discreetly looked over his shoulder while still pretending to root through the trash. To anyone else, the man coming down the docks looked like just another business man and a couple of associates, probably coming to check on the cargo ship he owned, but the detective knew better. Gary Keller was a killer. Sure, he may not have pulled the trigger himself, but he was the one who ordered the kidnapping and murder of a father of three. In his book, that made Keller as guilty as sin.
"Hold position," Danny whispered into his mic, glancing back down at the cans he had slowly been accumulating. "No one moves until I say."
"Copy that."
Just a little farther, he thought to himself as he watched his suspect move closer to where his team was waiting in ambush. Ironically, this was just the way that the victim met his end. Kind of poetic that Keller should go down the same way, especially since he would still think he had got off clean since the NYPD hadn't yet released the fact they had caught the kidnappers turned killers. And unfortunately for Keller, it only took about ten minutes to get them to roll on their boss. No honor among heartless bastards.
"He's coming up on my position," Wilson's voice came over the radio.
"Hold," Danny repeated firmly.
He could have pointed out that he was well aware of the fact he was approaching that position since he was the one who told Wilson where to hide and could clearly see where Keller was from his own position, but why waste the breath? Danny hated bringing guys out on their first big busts, but as his father pointed out, they had to learn sometime. As much as he agreed, the seasoned detective just wished "sometime" wasn't on his six.
"We got company."
Hearing his partner's announcement, Danny looked back and cursed under his breath. A group of dockworkers, some of which look younger than Jamie, were headed between Keller and his team. Damn kids didn't even know they were about to walk into the line of fire.
"I got 'em," Danny replied, grabbing his filthy trash bag and leaving his spot by the dumpster. "Once we're clear, move in. Do not let Keller escape."
"Copy that."
Keeping his head down, Danny walked right into one of the kids, spilling his cans across the ground in front of them. Muttering apologies, he knelt down to pick them up, purposely blocking the entire walkway.
"Hey, old man," one of them growled. "What the hell?"
Biting back a remark that he was ten years older than the guy, tops, Danny glanced up and noticed something that changed everything. He couldn't see it too clearly in the dark, but he had seen enough semi automatics to recognize the one under the kid's coat. These weren't innocent dockworkers on a late shift, these guys were probably working with Keller! He was too close to the kids to properly warn his team, but he had to do something before his ambush was ambushed, and preferably without getting shot in the process. Shoving the cans back into the bag, Danny pull himself up and stepped back from the kids-
"NYPD! Freeze!"
Damn it Wilson! As soon as the call went out, everything went to hell. The kids went for their guns, as did Keller's two guys, and Danny and his team found themselves caught between two groups of armed thugs. If he lived through the night, he was going to kill Wilson.
"Don't even think about it!" Danny ordered, pointing his own weapon at the kids in an attempt to defuse this side of the situation.
Unfortunately, he was far too close and the loud mouth from before lunged toward him. Firing on instinct, the kid went down, just as another from the group football tackled him to the side, sending his weapon flying. Gun fire was coming from every direction, but Danny was too preoccupied but the punk pounding on his ribs to notice. Thrusting out his elbow, he managed to get the kid in the face, but a third got him with a boot to the head. Damn it! How many of these creeps were there? The sight of a blade pulled his fuzzy thoughts together long enough to try and disarm that one. He managed to immobilize the knife, but by this time they had moved away from his team to the far edge of the dock. To make matters worse, the previous hits had left him dizzy and he barely had a chance to notice the crowbar coming at him before everything went black.
*B*B*
Jackie rubbed a weary hand across her forehead as she surveyed the aftermath of what was, at best, a complete failure. Three suspects dead, two of which they didn't even know about, and two more wounded. On top of that, at least two officers had been hit, thankfully neither one was serious, and Keller had gotten away. She was so not looking forward to riding back with Danny. Speaking of her partner …
"Hey Mike, ya seen Danny?"
"I saw Wilson heading that way," the other cop replied, motioning toward their cars. "He's probably giving him the usual talk about now."
Jackie groaned and jogged that way. Danny's little "talks" could get pretty heated if not one else was around. And with two officers down, she was pretty sure there would soon be a third. However, when she rounded the last ambulance, it wasn't Danny giving Wilson a dressing down but their sergeant.
"And exactly why didn't you wait for the signal?" Gormley demanded.
"D-Detective Reagan said to move in when he was clear," Wilson stuttered. "I-I thought he was."
"And the fact that no one else was moving didn't clue you in that he wasn't?"
"But … but he moved back. He was coming back-"
"He might have backed off because those kids were packing," Jackie cut in irritably.
"Is that what happened?" Gormley inquired.
"You would have to ask him to know for sure."
"I'll do that. Where is he?"
"I thought he'd be around here," she admitted, looking around for her partner.
"Wilson?" the sergeant questioned.
"I haven't seen him. At least not since …"
"Since when?"
"Since the shooting started, sarge."
Jackie was starting to get a really bad feeling. Gormely ordered all the men not dealing with a suspect or a medic to fan out and find their missing detective. But after nearly twenty minutes of searching, all they had recovered was Danny's gun.
"Anything yet?" the sergeant asked, appearing at her side.
"Nothing new," she replied, watching new arrivals sweeping the area.
It was almost unreal. Danny couldn't really be gone. Images of Joe's funeral kept flashing through her mind, but it was a different Reagan in the coffin. No. Should couldn't and wouldn't give up on her partner. Not yet.
"Sarge!"
Looking up at the call, Jackie hurried over with her CO, almost dreading to see what had been found. Not seeing a body, she felt a brief moment of relief, until the knot of worry in her stomach tightened. She reached for the object, but Gormely pulled her back.
"Get CSU over here," he ordered.
The patrolman ran off to do as he was told, but Jackie couldn't take her eyes off the cold metal on the ground. The blood spatter across the gold shield a chilling account of what had taken place only moments ago. But where was the badge's owner? Where was Danny?
*B*B*
The first thing he was aware of was the overwhelming urge to cough. Gasping and gaging, he vomited up a stomach full of murky water and whatever the last thing he ate was. The next thing he realized was that he wasn't only cold, he was practically naked. The final thing he noticed was the strong smell of wet dog.
"What … the …" he groaned.
"Rest now," a kindly voice called. "You've been through quite the ordeal."
"That's an understatement," a second voice muttered, as a jacket was added to the pile that nearly covered him completely. "Here you go, Hudson. You should be plenty warm now."
Looking past the pile of blankets and coats, he saw two men sitting near a fire pit. The one who had dropped the jacket was a younger guy, probably in his thirties, with shaggy brown hair and a five o'clock shadow that was just shy of a beard. The other was an older man, at least sixty, with short, graying-black, hair and wrinkled brown skin. Sitting next to both was a large, light brown mutt and the four of them seemed to be in some sort of makeshift campsite alongside the river. A thousand questions filled his mind, but a few rose above the rest.
"Where are my clothes?" he managed after a minute. "And why did you call me Hudson?"
"Well, Sandy did pull you out of the Hudson," the younger man shrugged, jerking his thumb toward the dog.
"Yup, she's a good girl," the old man stated, patting the dog fondly. "And your clothes are drying out."
"Yeah, you're gonna get sick enough just getting dunked without full hypothermia setting in."
"Right … who are you?"
"Name's Wolf," the young man answered, sticking out his hand. "This here is old man Riley."
"What's your name son?"
"I'm …" he started to answer and stopped. "I … don't know."
He tried to remember, but there was nothing there. It was as if the darkness he had come from still had a hold on his mind. Everything was blank; no name, no history, no life. Who was he?
So? Any thoughts on my first Blue Bloods story so far?
Let me know what you think. In the mean time, I'll get chapter 2 wrapped up and sent to my beta. :)
NOTE: To those of you who have not read my earlier works, I tend to write/update faster when asked and work primarily on story that get requested. So, if you like it, just bug me to update and I will.