This story would not have been possible without my co-author, fellow BH sister, and awesome friend SapphireEJ. We bounced ideas off of each other and finally came to this finished product. She also encouraged this be written. Thank you so very much!

A/N: This came about as a dream I had a few weeks ago. I really hope you all enjoy it. Please review, it will helps us decide whether or not to continue. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Blue Bloods. Only Abby and Charlie, well technically SapphireEJ owns Abby and I own Charlie but that's another story for another day. :)

Honestly there were days when she thought they would never make it to this day. Of all the ways to meet someone, a crime scene was nowhere near ideal. However she wouldn't change what they had for anything. She wouldn't change any of the ups or the downs of her life with her soon to be husband.

As she heads to the Bridal Suite, she still holds a little bit of doubt that tonight might actually happen. She knows she shouldn't be afraid to walk into the room, but she couldn't help the nervous butterflies flitting around in her stomach as she reached the door. She knew she had nothing to worry about. His entire family had welcomed her immediately and loved to have her around, something she was eternally grateful for. She was almost to the door when her phone buzzed in her hand. She knew it was Jamie.

Jamie: I love you. Are you sure I have to wait till the ceremony to see you? I don't think I can wait that long.

She just smiled. She knew she was lucky to have him. Who would have thought she'd meet the man of her dreams at a crime scene? It wasn't the most romantic, but it made sense to them; it made it their story.

"Char, you better get in here so we can get you ready otherwise Jamie will have to wait," Linda joked.

As she walks up to Linda, she finally lays eyes on her amazing bridesmaids, specifically Nicky and Abby, her former roommate.

"It's hard to believe that just two years ago you were my history teacher," Nicky Reagan-Boyle commented as she looked at her former teacher, "now you're about to become my aunt." Charlie couldn't help but smile, "It really is hard to believe, it's been a roller coaster, but I'm so thankful that you have all been so welcoming and loving to me. It's nice to already feel like part of the family, long before we say 'I do'," she explained nearly tearing up but smiling at the thought, unable to resist her mind drifting back to one day, eighteen months ago, when she met her soon-to-be husband.

Eighteen Months Prior

Charlotte Evans walked up to the front steps of the high school, where she had been a teacher for nearly a year. She had decided to move across the country from her quaint hometown in Northeastern Oregon to the bustling metropolitan area of New York City. Even though she and her roommate Abigail Olsen lived and commuted from Brooklyn, they both taught in the Lower East Side. She smiled as she waved to her students that were enjoying the beautiful spring like weather of February.

"Hey Miss Evans, are you sure we can't have class outside today?" She heard a young man ask.

"I'm sure, because the weather could change five times in a span of 30 minutes, so no," Charlotte laughed.

"This isn't Portland, Charlie! Weather doesn't change that quick here," She heard her roommate Abby joke. Even though they both knew it wasn't exactly true. The quick weather changes amazed them, but they loved it. It reminded them of home.

When Charlie and Abby met their first day of training for work at the high school and found out they were both from Oregon, they clicked immediately, and they clicked immediately, making people wonder if they had known each other before they had moved. It shocked people that they had just met. They quickly became best friends and immediately moved in together, so that they could afford their dream apartment in Brooklyn.

"Hey Abby, let's meet for lunch, and don't teach those students too much," Charlie smirked. It was inside joke that they told each other on a daily basis as they went to their separate classrooms. Abby was a math teacher for the juniors and seniors. Charlie was the AP history teacher for the juniors and taught history to the seniors.

As the bell rang, they began herding the students to their respective classrooms.

**BB**

"Four detentions written and a very public break-up in class, it's been great," Charlie laughed as she and Abby sat in Abby's class room during their free period for lunch. Before her friend could reply, they heard screaming and yelling coming from the hall. Next thing they saw were students running in the opposite direction of the incident. Without thinking or exchanging words, the two friends ran towards the yelling.

Just down the hallway from the classroom, they found one of the larger paneled windows broken, three students on the floor and a masked man holding a knife out towards a fourth. That student, clinging a bag to her chest, and was pressed against a bank of lockers in the corner, shaking in fear.

Abby and Charlie exchanged silent glances, thankful the intruder had his back to them and he and the student were far enough down the hallway that they hadn't been noticed yet. It gave the two an opportunity to quietly step forward and help one of the girls stand up. She didn't look to be injured, except for some cuts and scrapes on her arms from the glass, mostly on the floor to keep from getting in the way. She immediately recognized Abby, one of her teachers, and quickly stood up. Abby asked her to go to the office and call the police. Nervously, the girl agreed and ran off, the quick footsteps startling the man.

Whipping his head around, he saw the two women and continued to hold the knife towards the student, "get away! Get away or I'll hurt her!" He hissed.

Abby and Charlie held up their hands, "whoa, hold up! No one needs to get hurt," Charlie commented, glancing at the two students still on the floor. The boy across the hallway didn't look to be injured, but seemed to be scared or in shock, so he wasn't moving.

The other student, Charlie recognized as senior Nicky Reagan-Boyle, daughter of Assistant District Attorney (ADA) Erin Reagan. Nicky had multiple gashes on her arms, all with glass in them along with a few matching wounds on her legs. They were all bleeding, darkening blood staining her skin around the wounds, but they didn't seem to be too deep and she was alert and looking back at them.

"I'll hurt her if she doesn't give me my drugs!" He yelled, turning back to the girl he had cornered.

"I don't know what he's talking about!" She exclaimed, tears falling down her face.

"Hey! Let's just talk about this," Abby suggested, "If she says she doesn't know anything, she doesn't."

"Oh she knows! She and her boyfriend have been buying drugs from me, but now I find out they're doubling the price and pocketing the extra money... My money! So I want my drugs and my money!" The man forcefully replied.

Off in the distance, everyone could hear the sirens getting louder and Abby and Charlie knew they only had a few more minutes to wait until the police arrived.

"The police are on their way and this isn't going to end well for you," Charlie told him.

It seemed like forever, but finally, they heard voices and the heavy beat of boots on the floor as two police officers came charging in.

"This is the police! Drop the knife!" The male officer yelled, rushing to stand in front of the two teachers, his gun drawn and pointing at the intruder, "I said drop it!" He exclaimed again when the guy didn't budge.

Though his female partner had his back, she was also concerned about getting the civilians out of harm's way, so she rushed forward to grab the male student nearby. Charlie and Abby quickly took the hint and helped Nicky stand up. The female officer got the boy to the teachers and motioned for them to go down the hallway to wait for the paramedics to arrive.

**BB**

Just after Abby, Charlie, Nicky and the other student had reached safety, two more cops rushed in, followed by a group of paramedics. By then, the hallways were beginning to fill up with curious students as word traveled through the school about the incident.

One of the medics whisked the other student off, while another stayed with Nicky to begin assessing her injuries, as she sat in a chair.

"Thank you," Nicky choked out as she looked at her teachers, "I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't shown up when you did."

The two teachers nodded at her and took some calming breaths, adrenaline making their hearts race.

"Let's not even think about that," Charlie suggested, the 'what ifs' not something anyone wanted to deal with.

Hearing cheering, everyone turned to see the four police officers emerging from the hallway, the intruder under arrest and the student he was threatening walking with the female officer. As they walked past, the first male officer broke from the group and rushed towards them, "Nicky! Are you okay?" He asked quickly, looking over the wounds on her exposed skin that the paramedic was looking at, for a moment oblivious of the two teachers standing nearby.

Nicky jumped up and threw her arms around the officer, "I was so scared, Uncle Jamie," she replied, "then Ms. Evans and Ms. Olsen showed up and helped out," she admitted, looking at the two women.

The officer, Jamie Reagan, turned to look at the teachers his niece was talking about, his eyes immediately landing on Charlie. He was quickly drawn to her stunningly beautiful blue eyes.

"I don't think we did much," Charlie commented, blushing at the compliment from her student and unaware of the exact look the officer was giving her, "we just kinda tried to stop things before they got worse until help could arrive."

"That's more than most would do," Jamie told her, "you helped save these students' lives."

"I wouldn't say that, but I'm glad we could help out," the blue-eyed history teacher admitted, trying to pass off all the compliments from the officer.

Abby glared at her roommate, noticing the draw the officer had for her friend, but she could also see that Charlie seemed to be oblivious to it.

"Hey, Reagan, have you gotten any statements yet?" The blond female officer asked as she walked up to them.

"Oh, um, no," Jamie replied, "I'd like you to meet my partner, Eddie Jenko. Eddie, this is my niece Nicky," he explained, motioning to the short-haired teen, "and her teachers, uh, sorry I missed your names."

"I'm Charlotte Evans and this is Abigail Olsen," Charlie explained, motioning between her and her friend, "I didn't realize you were her uncle," she added, looking at Jamie.

"It's nice to meet you, though I wish it was under better circumstances," Eddie replied, nodding at Nicky and the teachers, "detectives are on their way in, so we need to get statements. Do you want to take Nicky's and Charlotte's and I'll get Abigail's?" Eddie asked, looking at the older officer.

"Sure," Jamie nodded.

"Call me Abby," Abby replied, looking at her friend and smirking, before following the blond officer away from the others to tell her side of the story.

Charlie shared a confused glance at her friend's back, trying to figure out what her smirk was for, but quickly turned back to the officer, "you can call me Charlie. I hardly ever go by Charlotte," she explained.

Jamie nodded and took out his notepad to begin writing notes, "so, Charlie, could you tell me what happened?"

**BB**

After telling Jamie what she remembered, he turned to Nicky to get her side of the story. All Nicky did was guilty of, was going to her locker to retrieve a book she had forgotten for class. The unfortunate part was it put her very close to where the glass window broke, so she received numerous cuts and scrapes all over her exposed arms and legs from the shattered glass. After hearing her story, both adults listening here thankful she was alright, knowing it could have been much worse.

Jamie couldn't help glancing at Charlie while she stood with them, listening to Nicky's story. There was something about her he just couldn't tear away from. He wasn't sure if it was the sparkle in her eyes, or the way she blushed and refused to accept his compliments that attracted him to her. He tried to push aside his feelings, knowing he was there in a professional capacity, but he knew he wanted to see her again somehow.

Abby rejoined Charlie after a few moments and the two teachers waited, having been asked to stay for the arrival of the detectives, in case they had additional questions.

"I think your brother is here," Eddie told Jamie as a male and female detective arrived, both dressed in suits.

"Danny," Jamie nodded at him.

"Hey, kid, I saw Nicky outside by the ambulance. Erin just got here, so she's gonna go with her to the hospital," Danny told him.

"Good, I called Erin," Jamie said, "uh, this is Charlie and Abby. They're witnesses," Jamie pulled a business card from his precinct out of his pocket and wrote his number on the back of it.

"If you think of anything else or, um, just wanna talk, give me a call," he commented, handing it to Charlie, trying to remain professional, but still hoped if he slipped his number to her, she might realize the exact reason why he was offering it to her wasn't just because of the incidence at the school. **BB**

Present Day

"Charlie, Earth to Charlie!" Nicky commented waving her hand in front of her soon-to-be aunt's face, noticing she seemed to be day dreaming.

Charlie shook her head and snapped from her thoughts to look at Nicky, "oh, hey, sorry. Just spaced a little there."

"What were you thinking about?" Nicky asked.

"I think I know," Abby commented from a few feet away, smirking,"I know that look."

Charlie blushed, laughing lightly, "yeah, you probably do know."