AN: This is my first fanfiction, so please, bear with me! This is a Jamie/OC story, set a few episodes in to season 4, and focuses mainly on their relationship, as well as the Reagan family. If anyone has any comments or suggestions, please, feel free to review! Now, enjoy the story…
When Jamie Reagan awoke in the stark white hospital room, he was blinded by the lights around him as he struggled to sit up.
"Woah son, give it a minute, you've just gotten out of surgery."
Although his eyes were blurry, he didn't need to see, he knew that voice. He allowed the reassuring tone of his father to lull him back into the bed as the darkness took him over once more.
Spending a Sunday night in July patrolling the streets of New York City was not something anyone took great amounts of joy in, but as a cop, it was part of the job. The combination of both summer and the weekend caused crime rates to go up, and most cops would much rather be spending their time either at home relaxing, or having a bit of fun out on the town. But, alas, not every cop had the luck of getting the weekend off, and today, Jamison "Jamie" Reagan found himself one of the many out on the streets.
"Come on Reagan, you can't tell me that you've never seen the Notebook. Every girl forces her boyfriend to watch it at some point!" Eddie Jenko looked over at her partner from the passenger seat of their cruiser. Despite the fact that the blonde girl had only been partnered with Jamie for a short amount of time, the two had easily fallen into an easy sibling type relationship.
"Well I guess I've just been lucky, none of mine have," Jamie replied with a quick smirk.
"I'll just have to find you one, and make sure I tell her that she needs to watch it with you."
Eddie's reply sparked a small smile to play on the corner of Jamie's lips. His partner had been trying to get him a girlfriend since about 5 minutes after they met, and he found her antics funny, despite the fact that they were all for naught.
"ALL UNITS, BE AWARE, 211 IN PROGRESS AT THE CORNER OF MADISON AND 79TH," rang from the radio.
"We're close," Jamie told Eddie, as he made a sharp turn towards the robbery as she flipped on the lights and responded that they were on their way.
Moments later, they reached a small, family owned grocery store that delivered to some of the higher class homes in the area. At this time of night, the only people there was a skeleton staff, a cashier manning the phones and counter, and a delivery boy in case there were any late night orders.
The pair parked the cruiser out front, jumping out, and quickly assessing the situation. Inside were two perpetrators, one, a female, had the cashier and delivery boy behind the counter, hands up, with a gun pointed at them, while the male quickly stuffed a bag with money from the register.
The one with the gun on the workers was the first to notice the red and blue lights outside, she shouted at her accomplice, "Get going Duke, the cops are here!"
"Almost done!" The man tried to stuff more money in the bag, hurrying to get all of it.
Jamie, flowed by Eddie, slowly entered the store. Guns at the ready, Jamie went to try and talk down the pair, Eddie on his six. The masked figures quickly turned towards them, the man putting his hands up, while the girl now had her gun on the two officers.
"Put the gun down and turn around," Jamie told the female in a calm, yet stern voice.
"No!" Her shout rang out, followed by the sound one, and then another shot being fired.
At that moment, Jamie's world went black.
The next time Jamie opened his eyes, he blinked a few times, and adjusted to the lights above him, and took in his surroundings. He saw his father sitting in the chair by the window that let in the early morning light, absorbed in the files in front of him. Instead of calling out to alert his father that he was awake, he just laid there, thinking of the events that had transpired the previous night.
"Oh good, you're awake," his thoughts were interrupted by the incoming nurse, telling his father that he was now awake.
"I'll go get the doctor," the nurse informed them, grabbing his chart and silently exiting the room.
"Jamie," his father said quietly, as he stood and walked to his youngest sons bed side.
"What happened?" Jamie questioned, worried about his partner and the corner store cashier, hoping the robbers didn't get away.
"The women, Tara Stevens, fired a shot at you, just missing your lung," his father sighed. "Jenko got her in the shoulder. Her partner, Phil Porters got away, broke the window, and ran. Danny's out looking for him right now."
Just as Jamie was about to respond, the door burst open, and instead of the nurse and doctor, a young woman with wavy brown hair tied up in a messy up do and brown eyes the same, dressed in a cream colored blouse and a navy blue pencil skirt rushed in. She held a bouquet of flowers in her hands, a beautiful arrangement of white roses and blue forget-me-nots, and she had a look of panic on her face. Her sudden entrance caused both men to look up a her in bewilderment.
"Jamie," she whispered quietly as her eyes peaked through her long bangs and landed on him.
Jamie, now wide eyed and looking at the intruder, tried to suddenly sit up, before groaning in pain and clutching his side.
At his groan, Frank turned back to his son, as the girl quickly set down the flowers, and rushed over to him.
"I'm fine," Jamie reassured, looking at the girl, speaking more of the whole situation, and not just his momentary pain.
"Well, obviously not, seeing as your lying in a hospital bed," she replied in a somewhat snarky tone, giving him a look showing that she did not believe him.
Before Jamie could retort or Frank could question the strange woman that had entered to room, the doctor, followed by the nurse, came in.
"Jamieson, good to see you awake," said the doctor, flipping through the chart as the nurse checked his vitals.
"Uh, just Jamie actually," Jamie said, still looking at the brunette by his side.
"Of course," was the doctors reply, as he looked up from the charts. "Commissioner," he continued with a smile, shaking Frank's hand, "And who might you be?" he asked as he turned to the young women he didn't recognize.
"I was wondering the same thing myself," said Frank, also looking at the young woman that had taken her place at his son's bedside.
The girl looked around the room shyly, as if only now realizing there where others there.
"Oh, I'm Allie, Allie Wheeler."
New York City was always crowded, no matter what time of the day it was, it was the place that never slept. Early Sunday morning was no exception, and after finishing up a long evening, Jamie found himself aimlessly walking the streets, lost in thoughts.
Buying a quick cup of coffee from Alfie's cart, he mumbled a quick and tired thanks, before walking down the street. He took the top off the cup, Alfie's coffee was always too hot for him, and started to blow on it as he turned the corner, not looking up. Rounding the corner, he ran head first into someone coming quickly around the corner.
"Ah!"
"Ow, ow, ow!"
Jamie found then himself down on the sidewalk, his cup of coffee gone from his hands, looking at a brunette woman in active gear right in front of him, covered in his fresh cup of coffee.
"I am so sorry, are you okay?" Jamie asked, quickly standing up and offering his hand to help the girl do the same.
"No I'm not okay, your coffee was hot!" She said, exasperated, but taking his assistance in getting up anyways. She looked down at her brand knew running shirt, a once bright yellow, now stained with brown.
"I know, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Let me go get some napkins really quick, and I'll help you dry off."
A skeptical look quickly fell over the girls face at his suggestion. "No thanks, I was done jogging anyways, besides, I think you've done enough," she said, backing away cautiously.
Her response seemed funny to whoever the man in front of her was, as he burst out laughing, further reassuring her that he was either drunk, unstable, or both.
"So, yeah, thanks," she said, ready to run in the opposite direction.
"No, wait," Jamie said quickly, ending his spurts of laughing. "I promise I'm not so crazy guy, I'm a police officer, see," he said, pulling his badge from his waist. "My name's Jamie Reagan."
Still skeptical, she looked at his badge, and then back to him.
"How do I know that thing is even real?" she questioned.
"Well, if you let me go get those napkins, you can ask Alfie, the coffee vendor, I buy coffee from him practically every day, most of the time in uniform," he replied with a kind smile.
With a quick look around the corner, sure enough, she could see a coffee cart with a man that defiantly looked like an Alfie.
"Fine, but you're buying me a cup, I need one with the way this morning is going."
"Great!" Jamie said, the smile that adorned his face causing one to peek at the corners of her mouth.
"So you now know my name, do I get yours?" Jamie questioned the still mysterious woman as the made their way to the cart.
"Maybe once Alfie over there confirms your little story," she told him, a full smile lighting up her face.
Looking at her as they walked, Jamie couldn't help but smile. Who was this girl, and what was she doing to him? Having just gotten off a 12-hour graveyard shift, he should be trying to get to his apartment for a quick nap before heading to his dad's place for Sunday lunch, but there he was, going to buy a stranger a cup of coffee.
"Jamie, back so soon!" Alfie's booming voice called out as the approached, pulling him from his musings. Alfie was a large man, whose long ago relatives where Irish, still sounded as if he had just come to America himself, something he would play up for the tourists. Jamie had been stopping at his cart frequently since joining the 12th precinct, usually after a long tour, or when he just needed someone to add a little brightness to his more gruesome days.
"Actually, this one spilled his coffee all over me," the girl revealed with a flirtatious smile directed at Alfie.
"Oh my! And he ruined your pretty shirt! Do not worry, Alfie has special coffee stain remover!" Alfie informed them, quickly searching the cabinets of his cart.
"Ah! Mama made it herself, and she learned how from her mama!" he informed them as he pulled out a little Tupperware container that had a yellow soapy liquid in it and handing it over.
"Well you'll have to thank your mama for me, she's saving my new shirt," she said, taking it from him with a smile, making Alfie blush.
"So Jamie here tells me he comes to your cart a lot, said it's the best. Now I just have to try the best coffee New York has to offer," she continued.
"Yes, yes, Jamie always buys a cup when he's working mornings, brings other officers with him, cops are the best business!" Alfie explained as he busied himself making their coffee, missing the triumphant smile Jamie gave the woman, his identity verified.
"Told you Alfie would back up my story. Does this mean I get your name?" Jamie whispered, leaning sideways towards her.
A small smile playing at the corners of her mouth, and without even looking at Jamie, she gave her response.
"Oh, I'm Allie, Allie Wheeler."
AN: Yay! First chapter done! I should have the next chapter up sometime within the next couple days. Please Review!
