A/N: So, here goes. I got a review for Starting Fresh from . .Us, asking for more. One idea they presented was the concept of Alexis dealing with Jamie getting hurt on the job. Now, when I first started toying with the concept of doing a Blue Bloods fic, I considered the thought of Jamie getting hurt, but it felt unoriginal and so I went with the Jamie/Alexis storyline instead. No I have the opportunity to combine the two. While I do have another Castle fic in progress, this idea sort of took hold, and you guys are getting a sequel a lot sooner than anticipated, because I simply had to write it! So here you go. Enjoy and please leave a review! Love you, mean it. Cassie
Alexis Castle-Reagan was sitting on the floor of her apartment in Manhattan, going through the wedding photos they'd had printed. She and Jamie had been married for just over six months, and things were finally starting to settle down.
The wedding had been in April, five years after she had met Jamie. It had been a beautiful church wedding, with all of Jamie's family and hers. Between the two, half the NYPD had been there as well. It may have been big and not really intimate in that sense, but it was all very romantic and loving. The white lights had been magical, sparkling everywhere with candles and white roses. Everything had been every but what Alexis had wanted in her wedding day.
Not least of which had been the man of her dreams.
Jamie had been her boyfriend for three years and her fiance for two before he became her husband. She couldn't imagine a better, more loving man to spend the rest of her life with. He was caring and sweet, with a heart of gold and a beautiful spirit. Her wedding day would've been nothing if not for sharing it with Jamie.
Now, in the apartment they called home, Alexis smiled at the photos spread out all around her. Photos of her getting ready, photos of Jamie and Danny, of Alexis with Rick, Kate, and their three-year-old daughter, Rose. Photos of Erin, Nicky, and Linda. Of Jack and Sean. Of Martha, Jim, and Henry. Of Frank and the boys, Ryan and Esposito. Of Jenny, Lanie, six-year-old Sarah Grace and her little brother, Patrick Javier. Of Lanie and Esposito's baby, Oliver, who had been only five months old at the wedding. Photos of the ceremony, the cake cutting, the first dance, the father-daughter dance. Photos upon photos of beautiful, wonderful memories from the best day of her life.
Alexis was laughing at a particularly sweet photo of her husband with Sarah Grace, Patrick, Jack, Sean, and Rose, all dancing together to "Jesse's Girl" by Rick Springfield, when her phone rang, pulling Alexis out of her memories.
"Hello?" Alexis answered.
"Alexis, it's Danny."
"Hey, Danny, what's up?" Alexis asked cheerfully.
"It's Jamie." There was a moment of silence as Alexis thought about what Danny had just said.
"What do you mean? What about Jamie?" she asked.
"He got hurt, Alexis, and it's bad." It was a breathtaking moment of realization.
"How bad?" she inquired.
"Alexis, you need to get down here," Danny replied. Alexis sucked in a breath of air,glancing around at all the wedding pictures strewn around the floor.
"Where are you?" she asked.
"Mercy," Danny replied.
"I'm on my way," Alexis said. She hung up the phone and stood, slipping into her shoes before she ran out the door with just her phone and wallet. She left the bedroom light on and the wedding photos strewn around the floor, her husband the only thing on her mind.