Ohhh I am nervous about posting this. Please be gentle with me, not only am I new to the site but also new to the Blue Bloods fic family. Hopefully I do the characters justice. Let me know if this is something I should continue.

I do not own Blue Bloods or any of the characters in this story.

Frank Reagan was used to being awakened at night.

If it wasn't a recurring nightmare, it was a call in regards to one of his officers. Ever since he'd lost Joe, he held his breath everytime the phone rang in the middle of the night. Despite all of the times he had been given quick relief, that fear in the pit of his stomach never failed to appear when he heard that ring.

This time... he his worst fears were confirmed.

This time... it was all he could do to catch his breath at the words he heard over the line from Detective Baker. "Sir, I wish I didn't have to tell you this... it's Danny. He's been shot."

Please, God. Not again. I can't take this again.

Frank's voice was rough with sleep and emotion when he spoke, but surprisingly it didn't shake. "How bad?"

Frank closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead and trying to tell himself this was a horrible nightmare as her voice came through the phone. "It's too soon to know." Baker hoped that the Commissioner wouldn't question further. The reports she'd received from the scene hadn't been promising.

Frank gripped the phone in his hand tightly, trying to keep his composure. Finally, he spoke, asking the only other question that mattered right now. "Where are they taking him?"

Baker's response came quickly, somehow keeping the relief out of her voice. "Bellevue. A car is on the way, Sir."

Frank nodded. He still hadn't caught his breath. "Thank you."

He hung up the phone, setting it back in its cradle with a shaky hand. He jumped at the sound of his name, spoken by his father from the doorway. "Frances?" The way Henry spoke his son's name was filled with question and a hint of fear. His son's posture told him a lot.

"Get dressed, Pop. We have to get to Bellevue." Frank stood up from his bed, quickly getting clothed so when the car arrived he'd be ready to walk out the door.

Henry stood frozen in the doorway. Several scenarios took shape in his mind, none of them good. "Is it Jamie?"

Frank shook his head, his fingers shakily buttoning his shirt. "No."

Without another word, Henry left the room to get dressed. He sent up a prayer for his son, as well as his grandchildren and their well being. He knew this family couldn't take another loss. Especially not so soon.

The elder Reagan's were dressed and headed for the waiting car in less than ten minutes. The ride to the hospital was silent, both men lost in their own thoughts and fears. As the car pulled up to the hospital, Frank and Henry both struggled with their emotions and memories of the past. They both got out of the car, unknowingly mimicking each other, releasing a heavy sigh. Father and son entered the hospital to learn the condition of their fallen family member.

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