Thank you so much for your reviews and alerts - always makes me feel like it is worthwhile posting. So this chapter is probably about the same length as the last one, but I feel that if I put more in it would get a bit dull. Hope I've made the right choice.

Chapter 2

Danny immediately felt his heartbeat quicken at his son's words – the adrenaline starting to flow, "Sean, where are you? What happened?"

All three men were now huddled over Danny's phone, anxiety and fear taking them over. There was a pause before Sean answered, "We're at the store...Jack got the Cheesy Puffs – then Uncle Jamie got us and took us right to the bottom of the store – then he gave me his phone and told us to stay there and not to move until he told us to, he said there were bad men in the store...so we did as he told us too, then..." His voice began to break again as his father realised just how close to tears his little boy was, "Ok Sean, you're doing great. Is Jack ok? Is he there?" They could hear some fumbling then Danny heard his older son's voice, relief flooding through him, "I'm ok dad...we did what Uncle Jamie told us..."

"Good boy. You're both doing great. Listen Jack, is there a grown up there that I can talk to?" Now that Danny had heard his boys, he needed to find out exactly what had happened to his brother. Meanwhile, Frank and Henry had turned off the TV, grabbed their keys and were making their way out of the house.

"Yes, dad – there's the owner, "Jack's voice sounded far away, "But I don't know if he can talk...he's holding something onto Uncle Jamie...there's blood everywhere dad..." Danny swallowed hard wondering what on earth his boys were witnessing.

"Do you think you could hold the phone for him Jack? Put it on loud speaker then he can hear us..." Danny suggested as the three older Reagans piled into the car, their attention still firmly on the phone.

They could hear noises, mumblings on the other end of the line as Frank peeled away from the curb, "Hello," came a new voice, "Danny?"

"Chris? That you? What the hell happened?" Danny had known Chris since High School, but it was still a shock to hear his voice.

"Two guys held me up Danny. They had guns...I...Sean can you get me another towel please...there's an ambulance on its way Danny."

"What happened to Jamie, Chris?" Frank asked – the pit in his stomach growing.

"Frank? Jamie...Jamie was stabbed Frank!"

Danny nearly dropped the phone. There was an audible gasp from Henry, who turned to look at his own son. Frank's expression was unreadable at that moment. Danny caught his breath and tried to quell the rising panic, "One of the robbers got hold of my five year old," Chris continued, fear still evident in his voice, "I thought they were going to kill him – there was nothing I could do – Jamie didn't hesitate – once he got your boys to safety, he tackled the one who had my son – got him free...we didn't see the knife until it was too late..." he trailed off as if the shock of what had happened was starting to get to him. Danny could feel the nausea rising, accompanied also by anger. The times they had clashed about him 'rushing in' and Jamie's hesitating, and this time he didn't hesitate and look where that got him. He glanced towards his father, noticing the while knuckles as the Commissioner gripped the wheel tighter, "Talk to you dad Jack...take Sean...hold on Jamie," Chris ended in a whisper, but the anxious men in the car heard the frantic whisper.

"Dad?" Danny heard his son's quiet voice.

"Hey Jack, you and Sean doing ok?" He wished he was there to hold them.

"Yeah dad, we're ok...I can hear the ambulance..."

"Ok, good. Look, we are just around the corner; we'll be there before you know it. You're both being really brave – we are so proud of you both! I'm going to hang up now because we're just pulling up..." He closed off the phone with a heavy sigh, "Of all the stupid...rookie mistakes...stupid..."

Frank and Henry looked at each other as they listened to Danny's mutterings knowing that the anger was born out of extreme fear for his brother.