December 16, 1984.

Detective Frank Reagan was speeding down the highway in his 1982 Ford Crown Vic. He and his partner Lenny Ross were in pursuit of Thomas Calvin, their man suspect in the murder of Donald Isaacs. Calvin was leading the detectives in a chase. Little did he know that Frank was chasing him into a trap.

The cars sped around the corner where there was a barrage of cop cars waiting. Calvin slammed on his breaks to keep from hitting the cop cars. As soon as he came to a stop he was surrounded. Frank Reagan yanked him out of the car. Slamming him on the hood he cuffed him.

As he was being cuffed Calvin watched as Lenny lifted his three year old daughter out of her car seat. Tears ran down her little face.

"You'll regret this Reagan." Calvin tells him.

"Somehow I don't think I will." Frank says pushing him into the back of a squad car.

December 16, 2016

It had been 32 years since Thomas Calvin had last seen his daughter. He spent his last years in prison counting down the days until he can see her again. The day he got out finally came. What started out as the best day of his life soon changed to his worst when he found out from his ex that his daughter had passed away five years ago.

The pain that brought him only fueled the rage he felt against Frank Reagan. He was going to get his revenge. He was going to make him feel the pain that he felt.

Snow softly fell on the windshield of his 2003 Toyota Camry as he waited for his targets. He knew that they would be coming out of their home at any minute. He had been waiting for this specific day since he got out.

At 7:45pm a tall woman and her daughter came walking up the sidewalk. He knew she was going to stop at the ATM giving him the perfect cover. Getting out of the car he walked up to the woman.

He pulls a gun from his waistband and holds it to the woman's head. The woman stayed calm and tried to hand the money to the man to prevent any violence. Instead of the taking the money he pulls the trigger.

-BB-

Jamie Reagan was a dedicated cop. As the snow fell they cold winter night he and his partner Eddie were walking their beat. As the two rounded the corner onto 5th avenue they were trying to decide if it would be more fun to be super fast or to be able to fly. Their conversation was cut short as a gunshot echoed from the ATM vestibule down the street. Both cops pulled their guns from their holsters, running in a full sprint down the street Eddie was nearly taken out by a figure in black hauling ass out of the vestibule. Eddie quickly turned on heel and chased the suspect while Jamie called for backup. Pulling his pistol he carefully enters the small room. The sight before him he would never forget. The sound that came from him was almost inhuman.

"No!" Jamie shouted in almost a hallow.

Laid out on the floor was his sister. Blood oozing from her head. A puddle had begun to collect on the floor around her. Dropping to his knees Jamie called for a bus and tried to see how bad the damage was. His whole body shook as he shakily placed two fingers on his sister's neck. It felt like shards of glass in his throat when he felt nothing. His breath hitching in his throat he went from cop to scared little brother. Tears seeped from his eyes as he tried to inform central of the situation. Little did he know there was someone behind him in that very vestibule.

-BB-

Eddie had caught up with the fleeing suspect and pushed him up against the wall. A hood had been covering his face. She yanks it off as she read him his Miranda rights. Her sentence stopped mid way through when laying eyes on the subject. His cost has been covering his bank security uniform. His face was pale and frightened. Blood soaked his shirt, pants and shoes.

"I didn't shoot her." He blubbers out, tears seeping from his eyes.

Eddie's gut dropped when she realized that there was no way this guy could be the shooter. A gun shot echoed from the vestibule down the street. Cuffing him to the lead pipe next to him, Eddie took back off running towards the vestibule. Her heart pounded in her ears as the small building came closer and closer. Gun in hand she stops at the door.

"Jamie!" She calls out.

All she got in response was an eerie silence. Running into the room with the ATM her heart drops. Next to Erin's lifeless body was Jamie lying lifelessly next his sister. Blood oozing from his head. His gun still in his hand and freshly fired. Another gun lay close by, the chamber out of bullets blood covering the handle.

Eddie dropped to her knees by her partner. She knew in her gut there was nothing she could do for Erin but Jamie was still breathing. Putting her finger on his neck she sighed in relief when she got a weak but present pulse. Taking his hand in her own she called in the 10-13 and listened as the sirens got louder. It felt like she was watching a movie in slow motion. The paramedics came in and carefully loaded Jamie onto a spinal board. She watched as they placed an oxygen mask on his face. Her body moving automatically she climbed into the ambulance with her partner. Just as the door closed she saw the ME van pull up. Then a thought crossed her mind. What's the boss going to do?

-BB-

Soft jazz played from Henry's radio as he and his son sat their chairs enjoying a quiet evening at home. Frank had his nose in her favorite book about Teddy Roosevelt. Henry had his eyes closed as he listened to his music. All was well. Until the rapid buzz of Frank's cell got both of their attention. A sinking feeling hit his gut as he answered.

Henry watched his son's facial expressions fall as he listened to the caller. He knew that couldn't be good. The only thought that went through his mind was Jamie. He was the only Reagan on the clock tonight. Frank quietly hung up the phone and looked at his father.

"Jamie was attacked on his tour tonight." Frank said he face almost looking like stone.

The two men ran from the house and quickly rushed to the hospital where Danny was already in the waiting room with Linda and the boys. Frank when straight up to Danny.

"What do you know?" Frank asks.

"Eddie and Jamie responded to shots fired in a ATM vestibule robbery." Danny says his voice shaking. "Eddie charged after a suspect that was seen fleeing the scene. Jamie went in. Eddie said she heard a shot and ran back. She found Jamie on the ground bleeding from the head. It looks like he was pistol whipped. Twice"

Hearing those words make Frank's gut drop. Danny steadied his father so he wouldn't fall. Jamie, his Jamie was hurt.

"Dad." Danny said his voice cracking. "There's something else."

Frank sees tears welling up in his tough as nails son.

"It was Erin." Danny said his voice shaking. "The woman in the vestibule who was being robbed. It was Erin."

"Is she okay?" Frank asks trying to hold onto a sliver of hope.

Tears overtook Danny as sobbed into his father. Frank put his arm around his son. Danny's tears soaked his father's coat. His broken muffled voice came through.

"She's dead Dad." Danny cried. "She's dead."

Upon hearing his son's words the room begin to spin around him. His lungs refused to take in air. He was reliving his worst nightmare all over again but this time it was his only daughter that had been taken from him. He felt his father's hands guide him to a chair. It felt like it was too much. First Joe, then Erin and now he may lose Jamie too. Tears started streaming down his face.

Around him he could hear his family crying. He felt someone slipping into his arms. Opening his eyes he saw his granddaughter in his arms. He could sees tears running down her sixteen year old face. Pulling her close he held as they both cried. He couldn't imagine what the girl in his arms must have been feeling right then.

A man in a white coat walked into the room pulling the attention of the broken family to him. His voice shaking his asks his dreaded question.

"Family of Officer Reagan?"