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Alright in this story I have to adjust their ages a little. There is a 15 year difference between Danny and Jamie, 13 years between Erin and Jamie and 10 years between Joe and Jamie. Also their mother passed away of cancer shortly after Jamie's birth, please just play along. Thanks for reading and please review it is highly appreciated.

Danny's POV

I wait anxiously for my father to arrive, carefully reading each letter looking for anything that will give the sender away. Jamie's head rests on my shoulder as he sleeps his breathing ruff and every once in a while he would break out into a coughing fit but he wouldn't wake.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on Reagan?" Renzulli asks setting on the floor across from me.

"My family's worst nightmare." I grumble back in response not meeting his eyes unsure of how much information I could trust him with.

"What do you mean?" Renzulli asks just as the locker room door opens and in walks my dad, Detective Baker, Garret, Maria and Janko.

"What are they doing here?" I ask motioning to the four people that were obviously not family.

Dad hands me a letter that is carefully folded from his pocket wordlessly his expression grave.

I unfold it scanning over the typed letter. Each line making my heart rate picks up more.

Your family secrets are slowly being spilled and are coming back to haunt not only you but your entire family. Old enemies are paying big money for these great secrets, who knew the royalty of NYPD had so many enemies?

I am not to blame for Jamie getting sick again, that was just pure luck. Funny how fate is playing in my favor?

Your youngest has made many admirers and haters in his few years.

Be sure to tell Erin to watch over Nicki, we wouldn't want to lose another child.

Danny's unfair ways are coming back to haunt him, along with ghost from the past. Who knew the dead could talk?

Mary's remains are dug up revealing more countless secrets, some sure to hurt certain family members more than others, and here I thought families were honest with each other.

Henry's mistake is coming back and it will effect more than him.

Oh and Frank these are only the few things I know.

I will get my revenge and I have had much help from all different areas in the city, all of them wanting pain brought to your family.

Just a fair warning; this is only the beginning of your problems.

Best Wishes,

An Old Friend.

"Dad, who knows about this?" I ask afraid of the answer.

"Only the people in this room will know about this with the exception of the family. Garret, Baker you both already know. The rest of you this stays in this room. I do not want this uttered to anybody; it could mean my family's lives. I am only telling you this because you all have been there for us and our much like family. I need to know that I still have people that I can trust." My dad says meeting everybody's eyes all of them nodding in understanding.

Jamie's form suddenly starts to shake as more coughs move through him. Baker steps forward with a blanket I hadn't realized she had been carrying. Dad gratefully takes it wrapping it around Jamie to keep the cool locker room air from getting to him. He sets beside Jamie rubbing his back as the coughs slowly fade to be replaced with his labored breathing.

Dad silently holds Jamie close to him like Jamie was once again 8 years old with Dad running him to the ER frequently, holding him when he woke up coughing and vomiting anything he had ate, feeding him the easiest foods to digest hoping that his body would keep it down, holding him when the fevers came along with the nightmares and the head aches that made Jamie to dizzy to walk that Dad would carry him upstairs tucking him safely into bed. My heart ached knowing that it all had returned.

"When Jamie was born he wasn't the healthiest baby. He was born in a time that was difficult for us as a family. I was working on a case that hit close to home and Mary was slowly dying and Jamie was it, her body could take no more. She knew when she found out that she was pregnant that she wouldn't be able to carry on with treatment yet she refused to terminate the pregnancy, knowing that it might as well have been a death sentence. During this time other things were going on at work and at home. Things I can't get myself to talk about right now. Funny how 26 years have gone by but yet it is like it happened yesterday. Of all Mary's pregnancy's this was the one she treasured the most. She went into to labor a month early….three months later she took her last breath but not before asking me to make sure our youngest, our baby stayed safe."

"Jamie was sick from the day he was born, the doctors didn't understand any more than I did. They told me they have not seen anything like it. They thought maybe he would grow out of it. The flu like symptoms, the problems with the lungs, the fevers, all of it, but it stuck with him for 8 entire years until one week he slowly got better and not getting sick again like so many times before. The doctors again didn't understand. They could still find traces of it in his system but nothing like before, nothing that could hurt him again."

"During those eight years things happened. Things that we had wanted to keep quiet in fear of somebody taking these things using it against us, blackmailing us. I can only tell you my secrets the rest are up to the others. I kept Jamie quiet. Him being sick and everything, after I asked Mary to do me that small favor that took her life, I knew how it would look…" Dad goes quiet tears of guilt in his eyes.

"Commissioner, what exactly did you do?" Janko asks so involved in the story she no longer cared who she was talking to.

"Before I got involved in an undercover case, it was for a big mob family at the time. I got close with the mob leaders daughter, Emily. I couldn't help but fall for her she reminded me so much of my Mary when she was younger and healthier, a part of me couldn't resist. Emily wanted a baby but she couldn't carry one. If I told her no she would leave me and turn the entire family against me, we were so close to getting them I couldn't say no. I asked Mary. She agreed no hesitation. I told Emily that Mary was sick and that she was dying, she would be gone shortly after birth making it impossible for her to tell anybody. Emily agreed thrilled." My dad doesn't meet my eyes tears in his eyes.

"Dad, are you saying Jamie isn't mom's son? He's yours and some sluts?! You do realize that this killed mom, right? I should have known mom was not healthy enough to make a baby she barely made it through the pregnancy. I don't understand why she loved him so much if he wasn't even hers." I blurt out bitterly.

"Your mother had wanted another child for so long. This gave her the chance. She knew Jamie would not EVER go to his biological mother so she loved him like her own maybe even more so, wanting to make sure that he would become nothing like his biological mother and slowly as time went on I was able to convince myself and the entire family that Jamie was Mary's son. He grew up to be so much like Mary. His eyes even the same color. I was lucky that Jamie inherited most of his traits from my side and yes before you ask I made sure that he was Emily's, because I couldn't believe it, he instantly reminded me of Mary. Blood test showed that Mary's blood did not run through his veins only Reagan and Macon. I have even had modern test run same results." I stare at my father hatred filling me.

"Does Jamie know?" Janko asks her eyes on Jamie's sleeping form.

"No and the hard thing is his mother has made various attempts at getting to him. She was furious when she found out Jamie would be growing up in a family full of cops….Danny your mother died asking me to take care of and protect her son. She didn't care whose blood he had, he was her son and always would be….." My dad was silently crying unable to hold back tears.

"How all knew?"

"Your grandparents, myself, your mother and the medical staff that treated your mother and Jamie and the Macon family were the only ones that knew. Don't hate your brother for this, he didn't ask your mother I did. I killed you mother." Dad bites back sobs turning his head away from us clutching Jamie closer to him.

"You didn't kill her dad, mom agreed and Jamie's still my brother. I love him just the same if not more because I know mom loved him and you loved him even though you knew he tore are family apart only to keep the family together." I reply honestly my love for Jamie not at all lessening if any my protectiveness towards him increased.

As if reminding us of his presence Jamie coughs a wet cough, I instantly grab a garbage bin holding it by him as Dad sets him up leaning him towards the bin as Jamie vomits.

"They know that Jamie isn't Mary's? How? Is whoever this is possibly a Macon?" Maria speaks up for the first time.

"It's a possibility along with tons of others. We need to get him to Dr. Kent. He's the only doctor I trust right now and he was there the first time." Dad says getting to his feet clearing all emotion from his voice as he helps a conscious Jamie to his feet.

As I follow my dad and the others out I knew I would never look at any of my family members the same again, but what I learned did not lessen my respect or love for them if anything it raised it.