Frank's moustache bristled with ire as it fluttered under his infuriated breath. His eyes roved over his two very abashed looking sons, neither daring to meet his eye. He opened his mouth as he had done numerous times in the five minutes he had been pacing in front of them, before clamping it shut again. As he began his pacing anew, Jamie shot a horrified look towards his older brother who returned a look of grim resignation. Silence was their best defence in this situation, a speak only when spoken to approach. It had served them reasonably well in the past and neither saw any need to break tradition now.

Garret, the Commissioner's ever faithful shadow stood nervously to the side of the Reagan boys.

He took a moment to offer his silent prayers on their behalf.

He also took a moment to send his silent apologies their way for his unfortunate duty of ratting them out. Silence continued to reign supreme in the ornate PC's office as Frank tried to find the words. He wasn't a characteristically laconic man and he could generally speak with the best of them. The only time he was truly rendered speechless was when confronted with the more glaring misdeeds of his brood. His eyes found Danny as he began another furious trip behind his desk. On the other side of the polished wood his eldest looked suitably ashamed. It was a rare thing indeed for Danny Reagan to hold his tongue and not fight his corner, but when he didn't, it was a sure sign of the severity of the situation.

His eyes next landed upon his youngest.

Jamie was a rather delicate shade of white and years of keen observation allowed Frank to see the very faint sheen of sweat on the kid's brow. Jamie was generally better than Danny at admitting his faults and his own admission was splashed across his face as he stood to attention on the other side of his father's desk. Both had their heads bowed slightly, not wanting to see the expression on the Commissioner's face. Clearing his throat with difficulty Frank counted to ten, as his long suffering wife had taught him when the boy's hit their teens, and opened his mouth.

"As members of the NYPD, you should be disgraced and embarrassed to wear a badge right now."

Both junior Reagan's flinched at his words. They weren't shouted, they weren't scathingly spat. They were said quietly and with an undercurrent of pure sincerity. "You have behaved in a manner that only the greenest of rookie's would pull. Neither of you are new to this, neither of you have the excuse of inexperience." He swiped a hand across his brow. "Unlike either of you, I have respect for this institution and the traditions it holds. I will not subvert or supervene in the chain of command. This has come to my attention first because Garrett possessed more common sense in his baby toe than either of you used today, combined."

Garrett at that moment wanted the ground to swallow him up as both boys glanced miserably in his direction. "As a matter of fact, I think both of you owe Garrett here an apology for the incredibly awkward position you have put him in." Garret there was in fact horrified by the suggestion. Shaking his head furiously in the shadows, he held up his hands. "That's really not necessary sir," he blustered, guilt seeping through him, "Honestly, there's no need-"

Frank raised a terrifying brow and the deputy instantly fell silent.

Glancing back towards his sons, he tilted his head in the same manner a tiger appraised its prey.

"Am I going to have to ask twice?"

Swallowing deeply and exchanging looks of pure misery, both Reagan's flushed slightly. Knowing that there was no way out, they forced themselves in tandem to look at the horrified deputy. "Sorry Garrett," Jamie muttered quietly, followed swiftly by a blunter "Sorry," from Danny. Seemingly satisfied, Frank nodded before turning to address the man himself. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I appreciate it was a difficult decision for you and I'm grateful that at least one other person in this room has an understanding of what being a member of the NYPD means."

Danny and Jamie bowed their heads even further.

"Leave us now please," Frank continued, "I need to continue this conversation in private."

Garrett did not need to be told twice. Hightailing it from the room like it was on fire; he barrelled past the doomed men and flew out of the office as fast his legs could carry him. Baker looked up from her desk in bemusement as the man practically ran from the outer office in horror. She was more than accustomed to the many escapades of the Reagan clan, but from the shouting she could mutely here from inside the PC's office, even she felt a stab of sympathy for the two.

Well, for Jamie moreso. Danny, she had long since concluded, needed a right kick up the backside.

"You will report immediately to your respective commanding officers the moment you leave this room. If you come away from this with anything less than a two week rip apiece and a mountain of paperwork, I will personally expect to be informed." He glared. "By you yourselves. Is that understood?"

Both nodded quietly offering a subdued "yes sir" each.

Frank glared for a moment more, his significant chest rising and falling in sheer ire. He resisted the urge to reach out and physically shake some sense into his eldest and youngest with great difficulty. As it was, he levelled them with a look that in all her years his daughter had never brought upon herself. Fury still gripped him as he stared at his two offspring's, disappointment beginning to filter through the crevices of his anger. Sighing, he realised no more could be done in that moment. Both officers had to report to their direct superiors in a timely fashion. Pointing towards the door, his eyes shone with controlled rage.

"Report to your commanding officers. This instant."

Both nodded instantly and made to stride from the room. Neither particularly wanted to move any closer to the recounting of the day's events to their sergeants, but in that moment it was better than being closeted up with their infuriated father. Danny led the way, reaching the door first and making to open it with haste. Their father's voice, quiet and controlled, rang out as he settled himself back into his chair and picked up a nearby file. He didn't look at his boys as he spoke, and his tone made it clear that they weren't to look back.

"I expect you both at the house tonight. We have much to discuss."

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A/N: I wasn't really going to write another Blue Bloods story, but hell…it's a fun write! Hope you enjoy!

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