A/N: Hello everyone. I am trying to get much of this story update prior to me heading out on vacation next week for my military unit reunion in San Diego. I give thanks to my followers for the patience and understanding in trying to get these stories out. So Thank you. I hope you enjoy the updates and as always please leave reviews.

Chapter 1

One Police Plaza

Manhattan, New York

"How bad is it?" Frank asked as he walked into his office after receiving the first of a detail briefing from the scene commander via teleconference from the mobile command center near Marcus Garvey Park.

"Bad enough Frank." Garrett replied as he watch his boss come around the desk. "This was captured by almost a hundred cell phones."

"What is everyone saying?" Frank asked as he sat down at his desk. He received the report from Baker of the incident in Marcus Garvey Park within minutes of it happening.

"They are railing against what seems to be a shoot first mentality of the NYPD." Garrett answered as he sat down in the chair. He pulled out his phone. "This is a early quote. "Despite the efforts of Sergeant Jamie Reagan to diffuse the situation using nonviolent methods and attempt to reach the deceased through verbal communication, the shoot first mentality of the NYPD shows it self again, when the deceased woman charged at Sergeant Reagan, who was reaching for his baton and not his service weapon according to witnesses." All major networks and papers are saying the same thing. Praising Jamie, and condemning the officer."

"They are doing more than that." Ghormley said as he came into the office. He handed a file over to Frank. "Somehow they got Officer Mitchell's name and posted his address to social media. His wife and baby son are already receiving death threats. I detailed a unit to sit outside their building."

Garrett tossed a look over to Ghormley. "Are you sure you want to do that? It will look like we are protecting a…."

"His family his being threaten Garrett, and they deserve the same expectation of safety as everyone else." Frank said cutting off Garrett as he opened the file and studied it. "Officer Darren Mitchell. 4 years on the job, a couple of complaints against him."

Ghormley sat down in the chair and looked at Frank. "One was a civilian complaint about Mitchell responding to a domestic distribuance complaint and when he arrest the husband for throwing a punch. The wife complained that he didn't need to treat her husband that way. It was dismissed."

Garrett leaned forward in his chair. "What was the second complaint?"

"Excessive force. But that was dismissed as well when surveillance cameras showed the suspect resisting arrest." Ghormley stated by looking at Garrett. He then turned back to Frank. "Boss, I spoke to Captain Mason, and despite a little skeptical if they are actually doing any good, she says he's a good cop. No complaints from the 2-9."

"Or no one is coming forward." Garrett added in.

"Garrett come on." Ghormley said in disgust.

"No I'm being serious especially now with this video of him shooting a mentally disturb women, despite clear orders to holster his weapon." Garrett answered. He took a breath and looked at Frank. "Frank I'm telling you now, we will be hammered from every direction, and not just by the media. Union and the department will defend the decision made by the officer, while the mayor, citizens, and politicians will hammer us about why did an officer disobey an order from a superior and fire his weapon and scream cover up when they hear the famous we'll wait for the results of the investigation."

Frank took a breath and tapped his fingers on the desk. "Who is running the shooting investigation?"

"Lt. Davidson." Ghormely replied. He looked at Garrett and then back to Frank. "Good man, wont let press or pressure suede him in his decision."

"I know that." Frank answered as he got up and moved to the window as Baker came in. "What time does the mayor want to see me?"

"In two hours sir." Baker replied shocked that Frank knew what she was going to say.

"Thank you Abigail." Frank replied. Baker nodded and turned away from the window. He looked at Garrett and Ghormley. "Tell Lt. Davidson he has my absolute faith, and I want this by the book. Also let our friends in the press know that a internal investigation is going on."

Ghormley nodded as Garrett looked at Frank. "You know what the mayor will say?"

"I do, but hopefully he can also call for calm while we wait the decisions from IAB before moving forward." Frank answered as he took a seat again at the desk.

St. Victors Hospital

Manhattan, New York

"Sarge I'm fine. Why am I here?" Officer Mitchell asked as he sat on a gurney in the exam room of the emergency department of the hospital.

"Standard procedure Mitchell. You have to get checked out prior to going back to the precinct for the interview." Jamie told his partner as he waited in the room with another uniform present inside at his request. "Besides if we took you to Presbyterian, there would be a crowd outside calling for your head."

"Unlike now?" Officer Mitchell asked as he fidgeted on the gurney.

Before Jamie could answer Andrew walked in with Linda right behind. "Jamie you ok?"

"I'm fine Andrew." Jamie said shaking the hand of his sister's boyfriend and getting a hug from his sister in law. "Officer Mitchell here needs to be looked at?"

"Gotcha." Andrew replied as he set the paperwork down needed for after a police involve shooting. "Alright Linda, go ahead and get started."

"Wait what?" Officer Mitchell asked in shock.

"Relax Mitchell, she is in the phyiscians assistant program. It's part of her training." Jamie reassured his partner.

Officer Mitchell nodded and tried to relax as Linda began her examination. She started with the blood pressure. "135/76"

"A little high, but that is to be expected." Andrew replied as he supervised Linda through the rest of the process. He wrote everything down and stepped over once she was finished. "Alright Officer Mitchell, you feel any like tightness, dizziness, shortness of breath?"

"No, besides my nerves still going a million miles an hour." Officer Mitchell responded.

Andrew nodded. "That is expected. Alright let's get a urine sample for the test that is…."

"NO WAY. I AM NOT PEEING IN A CUP." Officer Mitchell said getting up and putting his hand out. "YOU CAN FORGET IT."

"Mitchell you have to, because if you don't do here, IAB will make you do it when they interview you." Jamie answered trying to calm down his partner. "And if you refuse then, it's a suspension with possible termination."

"FORGET SARGE. NOT DOING IT." Officer Mitchell again refuse.

Jamie ran his hands over his face as a knock on the door and in walked two more officers from Jamie's precinct. Jamie looked at them. "Jones, Barnes, what are you guys doing here?"

"Captain sent us to collect Mitchell Sarge." The officer who knocked answered as he walked into the room. "IAB wants him back at the house for his interview."

"Andrew?" Jamie asked.

"Yeah he's free to go. I'll send the paperwork with them." Andrew answered. He saw Jamie nodded, and Mitchell and the other officers walked out including the one Jamie asked to sit with them. Andrew turned to Jamie. "Jamie if he doesn't…."

"I know Andrew, but I can't force, and neither can IAB. Guys have tried and lost their jobs because of it." Jamie answered as he grabbed his hat. He started towards the door. "Thanks guys."

"Are you doing okay Jamie?" Linda asked stepping forward and blocking Jamie's way out. "I mean with the shooting and everything?"

"I'm fine Linda. Trust me, I already got a call from Amazing Grace, but I'm fine really." Jamie answered as put his hands on his hip. "Trust me?"

Linda nodded, so she stepped out of the way and turned back to Andrew who looked on in shock.

Jamie on the way out of the hospital nodded to the officer who sat with him and Mitchell towards his RMP. As they walked Jamie pulled out his phone and placed a call. "Hey babe it's me. Just letting you know after the last message I'm ok, really I am. Call me when you get this. Love you."

Jamie put the phone away and climbed inside the RMP and started back towards his precinct.

12th Precinct

Manhattan, New York

The reason Eddie didn't pick up her phone is was she and Rodriguez had their hands full literally. "SARGE. GOT ONE FOR YOU."

Sgt. Renzulli looked at what Eddie was talking about. "Whoa, Janko you brought me Andre the Giant, nice."

Eddie scoffed as she and Rodriguez struggled to bring the guy to the desk sergeant. "Funny sarge. Mr. Doe here, put Mr. Patterson over in Little Italy through a wall literally."

"Little punk deserved it after ripping me off." The gigantic man said. "All I wanted was my money back."

"Mr. Patterson the 6 foot former Army Ranger. He put him through a wall." The desk sergeant asked looking the man over.

"Yep, it took six of us to bring him down." Rodriguez answered as she and Eddie appeared to be midgets next to this guy. "We lost the coin flip to see who brings him here."

"And it's not easy moving this guy in 6 sets of cuffs believe me." Eddie answered.

"Six?" Renzulli asked as he came around and saw the cuffs behind the man's back. "Whoa."

Everyone nodded as Renzulli came around, and looked around the entrance. "Jones, Thomas. Take Andre the Giant here and process him."

The two officers who Renzulli called to nodded and collected the suspect. Renzulli looked at Eddie. "Oh Janko. Harvard called and wanted me to pass a message on to you. He's ok. Call him back."

Eddie's heart stopped. "Ok, what happen?"

"You didn't hear about the situation in Marcus Garvey Park?" Renzulli aksed. He saw Janko's head shake. "Some EDP was waving a knife around, and Jamie tried to calm it down and keep the situation from getting worse. Almost worked when something set off the woman and started to lunge for Jamie, so his partnered fired and hit the woman. But Jamie is fine Janko."

"Sarge you mind if….." Eddie asked as she nodded her understanding. Renzulli gave his permission so Eddie walked out in the hallway and saw the two previous messages she missed because she was dealing with the large suspect. She called Jamie's number. "Jamie are you ok?"

"Yes Janko I'm fine." Jamie said laughing as he waited at a stop light. He looked at his fellow officer from his precinct who was smiling. "I wanted to let you know."

"Okay that is good." Eddie answered feeling relieved. She sat down on the bench and took a breath. "I haven't check yet. Is it bad?"

"Might be babe, but don't know yet." Jamie answered. He saw the light change. "I got to go. I'll see you tonight. Love you."

"Love you too." Eddie answered feeling better knowing that he was ok. She got up and saw Rodriguez and Renzulli with smiles on their faces. "Shut up."

All three laughed as they walked towards the desk sergeant.

Major Case Squad

54th Precinct

Manhattan, New York

Danny walked into the bullpen area of the precinct and straight towards his desk with a cup of coffee in his hand. He noticed his partner going over paperwork as he set his gun and wallet in his desk drawer. "What you got there Baez?"

"Insurance paperwork from the vics home." Baez answered as she looked up from the paperwork and saw Danny sitting down. "How did it go with the canvass?"

"Nothing. Doorman remembers seeing the vic come home, but the only surveillance camera is over the front entrance and the parking garage entrance-exit." Danny said as he typed into his computer and opened up his email. "And the doorman doesn't remember anyone heading up to the vics apartment."

"Nothing from the neighbors?" Baez asked.

Danny shook his head. "Of the ten units on the vics floor, three thought it was TV, two were asleep, four weren't home at the time, and last was the victims. I hope you had better luck."

Baez shook her head. "Sorry Reagan. Looked the paperwork found at his apartment. All are legiment applications for insurance protection for art."

"What about his computer or office?" Danny asked looking at Baez.

"Worked from home mainly as a lot of insurance agents do, but his office stated he has a lap top which our techs took to the lab." Baez answered as she set the paperwork down. She looked at her partner. "What about family?"

"Parents both died a few years ago, but his sister is on the way in." Danny answered as he looked at his email. He sighed. "Alright lab report came back. Besides the one print we saw, all other prints on the murder weapon are the victims."

"Not surprising since it was in home." Baez answered as she continued to look through the paperwork.

Danny nodded as a uniform came up towards his desk. "Detective the sister of your victim is here."

Danny and Baez nodded and both got up to head to the conference room. The sister of John Robetson stood as they entered the room. Danny shook her hand. "Ms. Robertson, I'm Detective Daniel Reagan, this is Detective Baez. We're so sorry for your loss."

"I can't believe it. We just had dinner last night." Ms. Robertson answered as they led her to the table in the room and took a seat.

"Where was that?" Danny asked.

Ms. Robertson looked at Danny. "Jackson Pub near Midtown."

"What time was that?" Baez asked as she made notes of this. "Also we need to know where you were also?"

"I understand. We met up around 6 and ate about 630." Ms. Jackson answered. She shifted in her seat. "We left about 8 after which I went home and watched TV with my boyfriend the rest of the night."

Danny nodded his understanding. "Was he having any trouble with anyone?"

Ms. Robertson shook her head. "No, he got along with most everybody."

"What about ex-girlfriends or wife?" Baez asked. She saw the sister shake her head. "You sure?"

"John never married, and didn't have a steady girlfriend for a while." Ms. Robertson answered as she looked at Danny and Baez. "Why?"

"Trying to get a sense of who may have done this." Danny answered. He took a breath and leaned forward a bit. "What about his jobs? Any problem there?"

"He didn't really talk to me about it. Said it just bore me." Ms. Robertson answered as she forced a weak smile. Then something came to her. "But he did receive a call during dinner. He took it outside and when he came back he was upset. I asked him about it and all he said one of his of his clients went off on him about an appraisal of art. He shrugged it off as part of the business, but I have seen him after calls like that. This wasn't that."

"Did he say who the call was from?" Baez asked.

"Julia Reynolds." Ms. Robertson answered.

Danny looked at Baez before going back to the sister. "Thank you for coming in. If we have anything else, we'll make sure to give you a call."

"Thank you Detectives. I hope you find the person that did this." Ms. Robertson answered. Danny held the door open and let her out and to be escorted by a officer who was standing by. He then turned to Baez. "He receives a call from one of clients whose piece of art killed him, and he was upset by the call. What do you think Baez; maybe his appraiser valued one of her pieces lower than she actually thought it was worth."

"Could be, then she could get rid of the art and claim it was stolen to collect the insurance money." Baez answered as she stood and looked at Danny. "I think we need to talk to Julia Reynolds."

"Could agree more." Danny said smiling as he opened the door and started towards his desk his desk with Baez right behind him. "Come partner. Let's get into the art world."

New York County Courthouse

Manhattan, New York

"All rise. New York County Criminal Court is now in session." The bailiff announced as Erin opened up her chamber doors. She started up the stairs towards her seat at the bench. "The Honorable Judge Erin Reagan presiding."

"Thank you and take your seats please." Erin said as she settled in. She opened the file she had brought with her. "Alright we have the People of New York vs. Jesus Ricardo. Charges are armed robbery in the first degree, assault with a deadly weapon in the first degree, and attempted murder in the first degree. Who do we have representing the defendant?"

"Ms. Shirley Henderson your honor." The defense counsel said coming briefly to her feet. "Congratulations to your appointment to the bench your honor."

"Thank you." Erin answered with a nod and small smile as her clerk came into the courtroom and took his position. She turned to the prosecution. "And for the prosecution?"

"Assistant District Attorney John Mansfield your honor." The ADA answered as he came to his feet. "I also echo the sentiments of my counterpart your honor."

"Thank you." Erin answered as she looked in the courtroom. While not packed there were a few people in there. She took a breath. "Now before we begin. I assigned ADA Mansfield to the case when I was with the district attorney's office, and like many cases waiting to be heard I have talked to, assigned or looked over many of these cases. So is this going to be a issue before we proceed?"

"No your honor." Both lawyers answered. All most every lawyer or district attorney knew Erin can handle the cases, because many of them she never really touch.

"Very well. Defense I see a plea of not guilty has been entered is that correct?" Erin asked the attorney.

"Yes your honor." The defense attorney answered coming to her feet. "I also have a motion for a dismissal of the assault with deadly weapon charge."

"On what grounds?" Erin asked.

"That the weapon discharged when he mishandled it after the weapon was tossed his way by the real robber." The defense attorney said handing the dismissal of charges paperwork to the bailiff.

"Your honor, we have it on surveillance tape that the defendant was not only a participant in the robbery, but held the weapon that severely injured the shop owner a Mr. Michael Chang." The ADA countered as he rose to his feet.

The bailiff handed the paperwork to Erin who looked it over as the defense lawyer stood her ground. "It's a old system your honor. Of the weapons recovered at the scene, one was real while the other was fake. My client handled the fake weapon."

"There was gunpowder residue on the defendant's hands after he fired the weapon your honor." The ADA countered.

Erin looked up. "I fire guns all the time, even stand near my brothers and fathers when they do, and if you test me, I am pretty sure you'll find gun powder residue on me."

That got a chuckle out of everyone even the ADA. "Of course your honor. What I meant, is that…"

"I know what you meant." Erin said cutting off the ADA. She took a breath. "Let us see the video before I make my determination. Is that fair to everyone?"

Both lawyers nodded as Erin motioned her clerk over with her schedule. "Let's view that tomorrow morning at 9. Does anyone have a issue with that?"

"No your honor." The attorneys replied.

Erin nodded. "Very well. We stand in recess till then."

"All stand." The Bailiff called as Erin got to her feet and strolled towards her chambers with her clerk Patrick right behind her. She turned to him. "That defendant couldn't have been more than 17 years old, and they are throwing the book at him."

"Do you want his file?" Patrick asked as he shut the door.

Erin thought about it for a moment and shook her head. "No. I have to remain objective. Thank you anyway Patrick. What's next?"

"Since we have some time, Judge Tanner asked if we could look over some search warrants. He's swamped, and asked if we could help if we could spare a few minutes." Patrick answered.

Erin nodded as she sat down at the desk inside her chambers.

City Hall

Manhattan, New York

"Frank come on in." Mayor Poole said as he wheeled around and shook Frank's hand as he came closer to the desk. He parked himself closer to the end of the desk. "Thank you for coming in."

"I serve at your pleasure Mr. Mayor." Frank answered as he settled himself into the chair. "I understand you want to talk to me about the officer involve shooting at Marcus Garvey Park."

"Yes I do. Now we all seen the footage. It appears the officer disobeyed your son's order." Mayor Poole said leaning over a bit in his chair and looked at Frank. "Sergeant Reagan appeared to have the situation under control and was even reaching for his baton when the woman was shot."

"Well we just started the investigation Mr. Mayor and we don't know yet what Sergeant Reagan was reaching for." Frank answered even though he knew that sounded like a weak answer. "Sir I ask you to ask for calm…"

"The people in the community are upset at this Frank and frankly so am I." Mayor Pool answered by sitting up straight. "This is not a isolated incident. This is one of many incidents that cast a shadow on the NYPD."

"And those incidents were handled approtaliey by the department and the city Mr. Mayor." Frank stated as he was now getting on the defensive. "I ask for the investigation to be finished before we rush to judgement."

"That officer gun down a woman who was not in her right frame of mind and ignored a order from his superior." Mayor Poole answered as he shifted as best he could in the chair. "I will go and ask for calm in the neighborhood, but if he is found innocent, I will ask the DA to pursue manslaughter charges against the officer, and ask for independent review by Justice Department into the handling of the cases by your internal affairs department."

Frank got up and headed towards the door. "That is your right Mr. Mayor, but it will put you and me in between two great forces in the city. The department and the people of the city."

"I know that, but I have no choice." Mayor Poole answered as Frank looked at him.

Frank took a breath. "Good day Mr. Mayor."

Frank didn't hear the reply as he walked out.

Additional Note: Frank's mysterious woman gets revealed in the next chapter. Should anyone care to take a guess.