Amelia was watching Frank carefully. She knew that the man behind the desk was aware of her wish. He wasn't a fool then and he definitely wasn't a fool now. She remembered the first time they met. Her uncle, Andrea Castano, brought Frank to their Italian restaurant to meet the head of the family, Dante Castano. Andrea was full of awe because of Franky Jane, the catholic guy from Brooklyn. Her father was always looking for new members, who could take care of 'other business' than the usual one. Franky was the perfect guy for this kind of work. He knew how to stand his ground, had his own principles and was faithful. Franky didn't talk much maybe that's why Amelia's father liked him so much.

Dante Castano was at his lowest, his heart ripped out, when he got arrest by Franky months after their first encounter. Her father didn't see it coming neither did she. She was screaming at him, insulting him for destroying her family and her life, she even slapped him in the face. Frank grabbed her wrists to stop the next attack and pinned her arm tightly down at each side of her body. This was the moment he saw the baby bump for the first time. Frank's face showed nothing but horror and his brown eyes were full of angst. She watched as he took a step back from her, his eyes glued to the stomach. He tried to formulate words but it was impossible for him to speak them. It seemed that his mouth wasn't capable to express the needed words. Before Frank could indeed speak up, Amelia could feel a hand around her upper arm, which led her away from him and into a waiting police car. She was looking at him with unshed tears in her eyes, too stubborn and pride to let them fall, when the car started to move into the night and away from Franky Jane. The man she thought she knew so well, the man who was responsible for the situation she was in, the man she trusted with her heart.

Amelia shook her head to get rid of the unpleasant memory. On this day she knew not to trust Frank Reagan ever again. But she did, she did trust him one more time and it costed her everything. All these years she wondered, how her life would have been without the day her uncle brought Frank into her life. She knows she can't take it back or even turn back the clock. She can't forgive herself that she gave up the one thing in her life she loved unconditionally at the first sight. But she was young, stupid and got fooled by a man she trusted so much.

Amelia heard what Frank said. The harsh tone his voice was obviously knew to her.

"The answer can't be no" she said calmly.

Before she made her first step into 1PP, she swore to herself, to get what belonged to her the entire time. It is her her right, her right to be a part of his life.

"Your right?" Frank asked amused.

Amelia didn't realize she said the last words out loud.

"You lost your right to be in his life the moment you gave him in my care voluntarily. You gave up all your privileges then" Frank stated sternly. He was getting impatient because of Amelia's insolence. Frank could feel the anger bubbling inside of him.

"You made me do it. It was your fault, you were the one who destroyed my family and life. You gave me no other way out, so don't you dare to say it" Amelia almost screamed. She was out of her mind.

"Jamie is my son, too. You can't keep him away from me. He has the right to meet his mother. I am the woman who gave birth to him. The woman who …" Amelia wasn't able to finish her sentence because of Frank's fist, which banged loudly on his desk.

"Exactly" he spoke harshly " you gave birth to him. This is it. Birth only. You weren't there, when he made his first steps. You weren't around, when he said his first word" Frank breathed in deep. He wanted to hurt Amelia and he knew that the next words will do its affect "his first word was mommy. Jamie called Mary mommy" Frank could see that he hit the right spot. Amelia's face became stony. She knew well, that Jamie was raised by another woman and that he called her mom. She had tried to put a wall up against it but it still felt like a stab to the heart. Frank's word hurt her.

"This isn't over, Frank. Jamie belongs to me and I will fight for my son. I didn't do it in the past and I will never forgive myself for that" Amelia said truthfully. "You can't keep him away from me, one day our paths will cross. You can't shield him from me all the time. You will not see it coming. Jamie will hate you for what you did and that you never told him. You have lied to our son since the day he was born. He grew up without the knowledge of who I am. And let me assure you that this time is over now. You better watch out Frank because your lie will blow up in your face. You will lose the control of the situation. Now, it's my turn to destroy your family and your life" Amelia spitted out. "Have a nice day, Commissioner Reagan. Make sure to get some rest. You will need it." Without another word Amelia stood up from her chair and walked to the door. She made her point. Amelia won't back off until she got what was hers.

Frank was still sitting in his chair, in the same positions, unaware of how much time passed since Amelia left his office. He was glad that Baker had the decency not to disturb him. Frank wasn't in the mood to explain what happened in his office. He felt tired liked he had aged 10 years since he woke up this morning. The Commissioner was unable to move after the talk he had with Amelia, her threat still lingering on his mind. Was this really happening, he wondered. He can feel the start of a migraine in his head. Frank needed a drink. So he stood up on unstable legs and made his way through the office. He wasn't the typical drinker, he thought about himself but he needed something strong to calm his nerves. So he grabbed the bottle of Scotch and a glass and loosened his tie on the way back to the office desk. Frank eyed the bottle of Scotch in his hand. How ironic, he thought. Jamie was the one who gave him the bottle as a Father's Day present. His little boy. Frank's mind wandered back to Amelia's threat. He knew he has to take it serious. So what can he do to protect his son, he thought while he filled his glass with Scotch. He didn't hesitate long with his first drink and in one gulp it was empty. The burn, he felt in his throat, was a welcome distraction.

Frank felt the sudden urge to talk to his son thus he dialed Jamie's number on his phone. He wanted to hear his voice and to be assured that his youngest was okay. He totally forgot that Garrett mentioned, during their drive back to 1PP, that Jamie had the night shift and was probably sleeping at home.

"Yeah?" answered a sleepy voice after some ringing.

"Hey Jamie, it's dad" Frank said slightly irritated by his son's groggy voice and then the penny dropped. He remembered what Garrett had told him. "Did I wake you up?" He could curse himself for calling his boy, clearly tired from the night shift he had. "I will call you later. Sleep well, my son." He was about to end the call when heard Jamie's voice.

"Did something happen, dad?" Jamie was awake now. Yes, his dad called him randomly but something told him that this call was different from all the other ones he ever received. He could literally hear his father's uncertainty through the line. "Dad, did you hear what I say?" Jamie asked unsure after he got no response.

Frank heard his son well. He was debating with himself whether to come clean with Jamie. He deserves the truth. After all he deserves it yet Frank was afraid what box of Pandora he may open with the truth. Frank considered his options: If he would tell Jamie the truth it would mean to lose his son for good. If he doesn't tell him he would have the same result. Either way, Frank had his back against the wall. Amelia was right, Jamie will hate him for what he did and that he never told him. He will lose his son. No, he can't lose him. He just can't. He can't lose his precious little boy. Frank couldn't live without Jamie in his life. He knew how selfish this must sound and he was ashamed of himself for the way he thought. Frank was at loose ends. He didn't know how to handle the situation any longer. But one thing was clear, he didn't want to hurt his son. Jamie already went through a lot during his life. This would destroy him. It would tear him apart. No, he can't. He can't hurt his son with a mistake he did.

"Yes, I heard you and no, nothing happened" Frank said sadly. "I just called you to make sure that you're still coming over on Saturday. Your grandfather wants to cook your favorite dish." His thoughts were spinning and he wasn't sure whether or not he needed to throw up. Also, Frank wasn't even sure if this lame excuse will reassure his son from the strange call and his odd behaviour. Maybe another drink would settle his nerves and stomach.

Jamie wasn't convinced about the repley his father gave him. He was too exhausted to think about it properly, so het let it go for the moment. He knew that this father had a lot of stress lately, at least this would explain his unusual act. "Yeah, I'm still coming over and tell gramps thank you" Jamie said fuzzy stifling a yawn. He just wanted to lie down again and catch up on some needed sleep.

"I will. See you soon, my son" Frank was glad that he could finally end the call. The blame for not coming clean with Jamie was consuming him. What has he done, Frank asked himself as he filled his second glass full of brown liquid. He put the glass to his slips and like the first one, he drunk it at one gulp and like the first time he welcomed the burn.


The rest of the week went by uneventful and Jamie was looking forward to spend the following day with his father and grandpa. Just some more hours and his shift would be over and then he could enjoy his weekend off duty. Renzulli and Jamie were patrolling in Lower Manhattan and like every other day the streets were full of tourists and busy business people making their way through the crowded City of New York. It was almost lunch hour for the police officers and Renzulli was talking all morning about the Mexican food truck his cousin owned. According to Renzulli, his cousin Jose, sold the best tacos in the city.

Jamie was listening halfheartedly to the statements by his training officer, he still had the odd call from his father on mind. He couldn't exactly pinpoint what confused him more, the odd call itself or the weird behavior. It might be both or maybe Jamie was just interpreting too much into it. His father was the Police Commissioner of New York City for God's sake. He surely had a day full of meetings ahead of him and just wanted to catch up with him yet his father's thoughts were already elsewhere and that's why he was so strange. Nothing he had to worry about, Jamie thought. But still, he couldn't get rid of this feeling. His gut was telling him that something was off with his father. But what was it? What was his father not telling him. Was he seeing or even in a relationship with someone and therefore too afraid to tell him, Jamie wondered. He wouldn't be mad at his father for that. His father was alone for quite some time now and Jamie would understand if his father was looking for a new love interest. That didn't mean his father would betray his mother.

Jamie's mind was so distracted with his father that he wasn't spending any attention on his surroundings on the street. If he would have spent some attention, he would have see the woman coming in his direction. Like him, she wasn't spending any attention to the world around her either. Even Renzulli couldn't react as fast as possible to prevent the upcoming collision between his young rookie and the woman.

The impact came unexpected for Jamie and he almost lost his stability as he stumbled backward right into the arms of Renzulli.

The woman who ran into him wasn't as lucky as Jamie. No one was there to prevent her falling as she lost her footing and her body made contact with the solid ground of the street. A small whimper left her lips.

For some seconds nobody made a move. All three involved persons were clearly shocked by what had just happened. After some time Renzulli was the first who regained his composure. He helped Jamie to stabilize himself and gave his rookie a quick once over to make sure that he was alright. The police sergeant could see that the younger man was startled by the situation.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" Renzulli asked and offered the woman his hand to help her off the ground, which she took gladly. When she was back on her feet, Renzulli took his time to eye the woman of any injuries.

"Ma'am, did you hear what my colleague asked you, are you okay?" this time it was Jamie who spoke up. He felt sorry for the accident. The young man was so distracted by his thoughts that he didn't give any care to his environment. This was dangerous, Jamie thought. He was a police officer for crying out loud. He was on duty and has to spend attention to everyone and everything around him. Jamie looked the woman up and down and let out a sigh of relief as he could see that the woman was unharmed.

"Yes, I'm okay, thanks" she said a little bit shaken.

Jamie felt miserable for the condition she was in. He saw that woman was looking around, searching for something on the ground. He viewed her cell phone, which flew out of her hands during the collision.

"I feel really sorry for the accident" Jamie said after he picked the phone up and handed it over to her "my name is Officer Reagan."

The woman smiled and took it out of his hand.

"Amelia Castano. It's nice to meet you."