A grouping of one-, two- or three-shots based off of the stories in my Jamko series containing "He lets me call him Frank now," "Follow Your Heart," "Home Sweet Home," and the upcoming sequel "Resurrection"... contains missing or extra scenes that just didn't fit in the original flow. PM or leave suggestions in the comments with any further requests.

I'm going to try to keep it in some kind of chronological order so I decided to start at the very beginning and work my way forward. I'll only be updating this collection periodically when I'm stuck or I need to take a fun break from the longer pieces.

Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing. CBS owns Blue Bloods; I just take the characters out for a spin for fun.

Prequel - Be My Valentine

From "Home Sweet Home" Chapter 11 and "Resurrection" Chapter 1.

Mary Margaret Reagan was the epitome of a classic, modern Irish Catholic housewife and mother charged with running a busy family from within a stately brick home located in the Bay Ridge neighborhood of New York City's borough of Brooklyn. A lifelong New Yorker, her family had settled in the area since before her grandfather had been hired to help build the Brooklyn Bridge in the 1870s and '80s. She had married the love of her life, Francis "Frank" Reagan, in the early 1970's after a whirlwind romance, and the couple led a comfortable life with their three children; Daniel, Erin, and Joseph; ages 8, 6 and 5 respectively. The son of the current New York City Police Commissioner, Henry Reagan, Frank was an up-and-coming detective in the NYPD Major Case squad, and clearly destined for higher things. The Reagans were rather recent implants in the neighborhood, having moved into their house just one year earlier, however, Frank had grown up in his family home just a few blocks away.

From all outward appearances, Mary was leading quite the charmed life with a full schedule of volunteer work in addition to her duties as a wife and mother. Daniel "Danny" Reagan, her firstborn son, had always been quite a handful and he kept both of his parents on their toes especially now that he was finding himself halfway through the third grade. Frequent calls and notes from Sister Agnes reinforced the notion that he would never be an easy child. In contrast, their daughter, Erin, had blossomed in first grade and baby Joseph "Joey" was an easy, peaceful child who only wanted to please and got along well with everyone in his kindergarten class.

With all three children now in school, Mary Margaret, a devout Catholic, spent many of her quiet mornings attending services in the small church down the street. This particular mid-February day found her kneeling in front of the prayer candles after mass, having lit two votives to remember a pair of missing souls close to her heart. "Happy St. Valentine's Day my babies, all my love," she whispered. Only a select few carefully chosen people would understand the significance of her words, as there were two very private chapters of grief written in her life's book, and one that remained achingly blank.

Mary hurried back to the house after she was done. It was a cold, damp day and there was much to do before the children came home from school and were packed off to their grandparents' for a sleepover until the next morning. To top it off their car was in the shop to be repaired so she needed to walk them up there. Frank had surprised her with tickets to a Broadway play, and they were planning on using a car service to take them out for a romantic dinner and date night together. Always the practical one, she had uncharacteristically splurged and planned to dazzle her husband in a new lovely red sleeveless knee-length dress with a sweetheart neckline. The nature of his work meant that evenings like this were far and few between, and she had been looking forward to this for weeks.

Joey was the first one home, as the kindergarteners only served a half-day of school. Mary met his bus at the gate with a smile as he excitedly waved a handmade red heart towards her.

"Momma! I made you a Valentine!" he exclaimed as he jumped off the steps and ran to her. "All by my very self!"

"Thank you, Joey, my baby! I will cherish this forever," she said as she accepted the gift. "And I have a few cookies with pretty red sprinkles all ready for your snack."

"Thank you, Momma!" he enthused as they walked back to the house.

The rest of the afternoon passed by swiftly as Mary packed a few things up for the children and pampered herself with a long bath, and then did her nails in a daring red polish to match her dress while Joey took a nap. She wanted to thoroughly enjoy this day. It wasn't long before Danny and Erin could be seen arguing back and forth with each other about who made the nicest card in art class as they made their way home from the bus stop while their mother kept a watchful eye on them from the front porch. Being married to a detective that worked the type of cases he did regularly, made her hyper vigilant when it came to keeping guard over her own offspring. They were not often out of her sight.

Mary made sure the children were all settled with a light snack before she gathered their things and bundled them back up, each outfitted with an umbrella against the drizzling sky for the short walk over to their grandparent's home. Grandma Betty was waiting for them with a dinner already prepared of Irish stew and sandwiches. Mary thanked her mother-in-law for offering to keep the kids overnight, and then practically skipped along back home among the puddles as she rushed to do her hair and slip into that beautiful red dress. She knew what her husband's reaction would be to the sight of her all dolled up, and she smiled in anticipation of an enjoyable evening.

Frank arrived home early, having been brought back from the station by his partner, and he was clutching a bouquet of roses and a bottle wrapped in a plain brown paper bag. His heart stopped at the sight of his gorgeous wife, the love of his life since grade school. She was simply stunning, and that dress... well it made him think of some less than gentlemanly things that he had planned for later that evening. She laughed when she turned and saw the items he was carrying. "Really, Frank," she teased. "Flowers and whiskey? That's your plan for the evening?"

"Mary Margaret," he breathed as he set the items down at the counter without another thought and grabbed her around the waist, catching her eyes and then planting soft kisses down her neck. "You knew exactly what you were asking for when you bought that dress, now didn't you?"

"Yes, of course, my love," she smiled, "but you'll need to wait to unwrap that particular gift until later. We need to leave soon to make the play on time."

"Of course, the play," he muttered. Right now he would rather skip everything else and just go straight to the unveiling, to hell with the play and dinner.

"Frank, go," she ordered as she pushed him. "Shower and shave. The kids are at Pop's. We have all night."

Her husband reluctantly complied with the request and was nearly done with his razor when the phone rang. "Oh, no, no," he thought. "Not tonight. I don't care if the whole damn city is burning down around us! I am not going out on a call."

"Frank," his wife's disappointed voice floated up the stairs as he braced himself. "The car service said their driver had an emergency. There's no one to send for us." She sat down on the bottom step and tried not to tear up and ruin her makeup. There went their wonderful romantic evening out.

"Sweetheart, don't cry," Frank said as he stood at the top of the steps and toweled off his face. "We'll just take the Chevelle."

Ugh. At the mention of that car Mary's heart sank. It was Frank's garage-kept pride and joy, but she just plainly despised every horrid square, blue inch of it. Keeping it was one of the few concessions she had been forced to make in her marriage, but that didn't mean she had to like it. She shot a disappointed eye up towards her husband. "I'd rather walk and take the subway," she griped.

"In the rain, Mary Margaret. Twenty blocks. Please, you can't hate it that much. It will be fun, like we're teenagers again."

Teenagers, right... but she was damn sure that backseat wouldn't see any part of her tonight.

She was still sullen and feeling a bit silly as Frank escorted her out in the driveway, struggling a little to hold the umbrella against the strong wind and rain that had picked up. "There," he said as he settled into the driver's seat, "we're all set. Now let's go out and enjoy ourselves a bit, before we come home and enjoy ourselves a bit." He smiled. She frowned.

He started the car and turned the wipers on high as he made a left out of their driveway. They had only driven about five blocks before the engine made a stuttering sound and the lights on the dash dimmed and went dark. "Uh oh," Frank said, as he struggled to pull the vehicle off the road with no power. He was not entirely successful and quickly put the four-ways on to warn traffic. "Mary Margaret..." he started.

"Don't say it, Frank. Just don't even utter one single solitary word," she said as she turned away from him. "I hate this car," she seethed.

"I know sweetheart," he offered anyway, as he watched the prospect of any extracurricular activities vanish before his eyes. "I need help getting it off the road though. We can't leave it here like this. Can you slide over and steer while I push, dear... please?"

"Only if I can put it in a ditch," she muttered as she shimmied herself over to the driver's side while he got out, deliberately taking time to straighten out her dress on the seat as he was being soaked in the rain.

"Just try to put it over there," he gestured to an opening. "I'll do all the work." She thought about applying the parking brake and making him struggle, but decided that would just prolong this whole wretched experience. She wanted to go home. Now.

As soon as the car was safely parked at the curb, Mary got out, clutching her umbrella, which was promptly turned inside out in the wind. "I'm walking to Pop's house," she said as she slammed the door shut just as a truck drove by in the street, hitting a nearby pothole and sending a cascade of dirty, oily water directly onto her precious red dress. She threw the useless umbrella down at her husband's feet and sobbed. "Now I'm just walking home! Goodbye, Frank."

He quickly locked up the car and hurried after her as she walked down the sidewalk, unprotected in the freezing rain, while pulling off his overcoat and running up to her to wrap her up. "Please, Mary Margaret..." he started as he tried to comfort his distraught wife.

"One nice night out," she cried as she marched along. "That's all I wanted. We never get to spent time with each other anymore without the kids... without the job always getting in the way. I'm so lonely all day when everyone is away, and soon my baby Joey will be gone a full day as well. I just wanted one night, Frank." She stumbled in the dark as her heel caught in a crack and broke. "Oh, no!" she wailed. "That was my favorite pair!" Undeterred, she pulled off both shoes and dumped them in a neighbor's garbage can sitting out by the curb, giving it a good kick for emphasis, before limping along for a few steps.

"Mary, honey, please I will make this up to you, I swear," Frank pleaded as he half-jogged along beside her. Without the heels she had quickened her step. They were nearing their own dark house. "I'll get more tickets for another show and we'll arrange everything else again for another night. You just go back to the same store and buy another dress and shoes. Please, baby," he begged as she walked up the steps and unlocked the front door, throwing her purse down on the chair. She quickly made her way back into the kitchen, flipping on some lights as she eyed the forgotten bottle sitting on the counter. Her teeth were chattering.

"Honey, you're dripping and freezing. Let's get you out of this dress and I'll start a warm fire," Frank appealed. "You'll catch cold."

"Like hell I will," Mary replied sharply.

Frank was stunned at his normally serene wife's response, and he closed his eyes and admitted defeat. This evening was a complete and utter abhorrent failure. Time to regroup. "I'll just go get that fire started anyway," he said.

As her husband left the kitchen, Mary's eyes welled back up and she sat down with a huff at the table. The beautiful roses he had brought her were sitting in a glass vase, a reminder of the love they were supposed to share on this Valentine's Day. None of this had been Frank's fault, not really. Just a set of unfortunate circumstances that had brought the sad and lonely feelings she had been experiencing lately to a head. There was something missing in her life. One more thing she wanted desperately that was seemingly not meant to be. She looked at the six chairs around the kitchen table. One of them was always empty, and it was a constant reminder to her that in her heart, her family was not complete. After Joseph had been born, she and Frank had tried for one more child, another spirit to fill that empty chair. Sadly they had suffered through not one, but two miscarriages soon after and the doctors told them that she would never carry another baby to term. They were done. Finished. The family had soon after moved to this beautiful house when it came on the market and Frank was promoted to Major Crimes. It was complete with four bedrooms now filled with Reagans. There would be no more, and now Danny and Erin and her baby Joey were growing up so fast. The window had closed on a joyous time in her life, and it had been hard for her to accept that.

Mary shook with another shiver and stood up, making her way over to the cabinet to reach for a heavy glass tumbler as she picked up the nondescript bottle and pulled it from the paper bag. A bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey greeted her inspection. "Well, that will do," she muttered as she poured herself a generous two fingers. Frank walked back into the kitchen, having started a fire in the den to take the chill off. "Where'd you get this?" she asked, knowing it was not his preferred brand.

"The fire chief from Queens, Mike Palmer, gave it to me for our help in tracking down that arsonist last month," he explained. "I forgot to bring it home until tonight."

"Good stuff," she affirmed after taking a long sip.

"Mary, please honey, let's go in by the fire and warm up," Frank tried again. "We'll just relax and have a few drinks and talk. The kids are gone for the night. I'm sorry this evening turned out the way it did, but let's not waste this time. I don't want you to feel like you're lonely." That comment had really bothered him. He knew the demands his job put on everyone in the family, but it broke his heart to think that his wife was unhappy.

Mary finally conceded, and allowed herself to be led towards the fireplace where Frank had a big blanket laying out on the floor. He had grabbed the bottle of Jameson and picked up another glass at the liquor cabinet. The amber brew had a smooth flavor and went down easily. In no time they were both a bit tipsy and making out like… well like teenagers again. As the evening progressed there was very little left in the way between them as they came together there in front of the fire, their passion for one another rekindled. It may not have involved Broadway or a five-star restaurant, but this Valentine's Day night was certainly memorable.

Mary smiled as she hurried to clean up the next morning before the children came back home. There was only a tiny bit of the whiskey left in the bottle, but she put the cap on and tucked it into the liquor cabinet anyway. "That was some damn fine stuff," she muttered.

Little did she know what kind of impact it would have on all of their lives.

I always wanted to write a little bit about Frank and Mary. Next up they find out she is pregnant with Jamison, and deal with the issues that presents.