Note: I have no idea how the FBI really recruits agents, but this is a short little fic I had hanging around. Just trying to figure out the ending now.

Chapter 1

"Officer Reagan?"

Jamie Reagan was about a half block from the 12th Precinct heading in for an early tour when he heard someone calling him from behind. Jamie stopped and turned to face a tall, lanky black man dressed in a charcoal gray suit and black trench coat walking towards him.

"Officer Reagan. Glad I caught you. I'm Special Agent Walter Dillford." Agent Dillford pulled out his ID and flashed it at Jaime while extending his hand.

Jamie looked at it suspiciously, confusion also clearly showing on his face, so he hesitantly shook the man's hand. "Agent Dillford. Sorry, but what's this about?" he asked. His last interaction with the FBI had been less than pleasant, to say the least. He couldn't imagine what this agent would want with him.

Hearing the mistrust in the young officer's voice, Dillford said, "It's nothing, bad, Officer. I assure you." Dillford paused for a moment and smiled, but seeing that Jamie was going to wait him out, he continued, "I don't know if you are aware, but the Bureau recruits men and woman from the military and other law enforcement agencies and we have a real interest in bringing you on board."

"I'm sorry, what?" Jamie shook his head, not completely comprehending the man's words. "The FBI wants to recruit me?"

"Yes, of course - what with your law degree and your experience on the force. We also understand that you've done some undercover work that assisted the Department in getting some very notable arrests of high ranking crime family members."

"Again, I'm sorry, but this is a little unexpected." Jamie half turned and looked in the other direction for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. He faced Dillford again before saying, "My last run-in with the FBI wasn't so great. And no offense to you, but my brother's efforts to work with the Bureau cost him his life."

"I understand, Officer Reagan. I am aware of the situation with the Blue Templar and your brother. I am very sorry for your loss." Dillford was sincere, of that he had no doubt. "But we also understand that it was because of the information and evidence that you uncovered on your own, that the members of the Blue Templar responsible for his death were brought to justice."

"I don't think – "

Dillford raised his hands so that he could continue. "I understand your reluctance. We merely wanted to let you know of our interest and the good work you can do as an agent with the Bureau. We think you would make a valuable addition to our team." Dillford reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a business card. "All we ask is that you consider it. I know you're heading into work, but I'd like an opportunity to meet with you to discuss how we think we can best use your investigative and legal skills to work for us. If you have any questions, you can reach out to me whenever you want."

Jamie hesitantly took the card and nodded his head quickly, but said nothing.

"Have a good tour, Officer." Dillford reached out and shook Jaime's hand again before turning and walking back up the block, leaving a stunned young man behind.

/

"That's the fourth time I've caught you staring at that business card. What's up? You meet a hot young attorney or something when you were in Court yesterday?" Eddie asked around the last bite of pizza she'd just taken.

They were sitting in their squad car on meal break. Jamie had absently picked at his sandwich before deciding he wasn't all that hungry to begin with. And then he'd pulled out Dillford's business card, bending the corners as he'd fiddled with it and wondered at the possibilities it presented.

Jamie smirked at his partner before reaching down for his cup and draining the last dregs of his coffee. "Not quite."

Eddie shoved her paper plate and some greasy napkins into a makeshift garbage bag and turned in her seat to face her partner. "So what gives?"

Jamie reached over the console to show her the card that had him so distracted that day.

Eddie took the card from him and read it out loud. "Special Agent Walter M. Dillford. Federal Bureau of Investigations." She looked to her partner and asked, "I don't get it. Who is this guy?"

"Agent Dillford is a recruiter for the FBI. Caught me on the way into work this morning. Said they're interested in having me work for them."

Eddie stared at her partner before laughing. "You're kidding right?"

Jamie shook his head and grabbed the card out of her hand, quickly shoving it back into his shirt pocket. He avoided her eyes and went about cleaning up the remnants of his own lunch.

"Oh, you're really not kidding." Eddie sobered at the thought of Jamie leaving the force to become a fed. "Are you really considering this, Reagan?"

"I don't know. I barely talked to the guy when he approached me."

"Yeah but the way you've been studying that card, you must be at least thinking about talking to the guy."

He looked at his partner and said, "Maybe I'm a little curious to see what he's got to say."

"But why? I thought you liked being a cop."

"I do. But sometimes I think I want to do more. You know, like I told you once before, I want to be able to put the whole puzzle together."

Eddie didn't understand. "You can do that here, with the department."

"Yeah, well. I'm not holding my breath." Jamie shook his head and reached for his radio to notify central that they were back on patrol.

"What do you mean? You're a Reagan, for chrissakes."

"Yeah, exactly. I'm a Reagan."

"I don't follow." Eddie faced forward and reached for her seatbelt.

Jamie mimicked his partner's actions as he tried to explain. "Eddie, my dad made detective after three years on the force. Danny in three and a half. Joe wasn't much farther behind. They were or are great detectives. Of that there's no doubt. And this is not me trying to toot my own horn, but I think I'd be a good one too. But here I am, more than five years on patrol and right now I just don't see it happening. No offense."

"None taken. But why?"

Jamie looked at her like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What? Because of your dad?" Eddie scrunched her forehead as she thought that that was the most ridiculous reason in the world. How could that be a hindrance?

Jamie nodded and as the questioning look remained on her face, he added, "Getting put up for promotion, there'd be a chance that my dad would not sign off on it. Not because he wouldn't think I earned it but because it might seem like nepotism and that's something he won't allow, for the department or me because of the talk it would cause behind my back. That I got the promotion because of a hook, you know? On the other hand, someone who did recommend me for promotion - is it just to get under my dad's good graces?"

"But that's not right. You deserve to make detective."

"Thanks. But while my dad's PC, it's just not something that I can count on happening anytime soon."

"So you'd rather jump ship to join the Feds than be a cop?"

Jamie started the car and checked his mirrors before pulling into traffic. "I don't know. But I think it might be worthwhile to talk to the guy and find out what it's all about. They do a lot of good too."

"Man, Reagan. Forget about shocking the hell out of me. What would your family think?"

"Well, can't imagine it would be any worse than when I told them I was leaving law for the academy."

"Don't be so sure. This is the FBI we're talking about. Your brother alone will blow a gasket!" Eddie smiled as she pictured Danny Reagan's head bursting at the news.

Jamie looked ahead and chuckled at the same thought.