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Blue Eyes Angel 2

Coming Home Part 4: Joe

Jamie was in the halls outside of his apartment coming home after a tour. He reached his door when he noticed an envelope shoved halfway under his door. He bent down and picked it up. The envelope had no address, the only thing written was a name.

REAGAN

He glanced down both ways of the hall before entering his apartment and locking the door. Slowly he opened the envelope; he pulled out pictures that were in black and white, at first, he didn't understand what the pictures were until he noticed the woman in one of the photos. It was his biological mother. There were some younger children near her and a stroller with a baby. He guessed it was Danny, Joe, Erin and him as a baby. He flipped through the pictures, a couple of close ups of baby him, some of Mary Reagan, the other Reagan children and one with him and Mary Reagan. The next photo made him hold his breath. It was a woman walking towards his stroller and the last of her walking away with baby him. Jamie recognized the woman; it was who he believed to be his mother and then abandoned him, Amelia Carter.

What the hell was this?

"-and you didn't spot anyone outside of your apartment or following you around?" asked the Detective.

"No," said Jamie. His eyes sneaked a look at Frank Reagan standing behind the Detective. Now that Jamie was here sitting in One Police Plaza again he felt rather silly for calling.

"We can dust these pictures for fingerprints and run it through, but it's going to take a while, and there might not be anything in the database," said the Detective.

"Detective, I don't know except you to treat this case like any other one, so I expect you to use every resource give to you by the department," said Frank.

The detective sat up straighter at the sound of the Commissioner's voice, Jamie even noticed his back straighten hearing the man's voice. It was hard to think of this man as his father.

"Of course, Commissioner, I'm just saying not to have any hopes," replied the Detective.

Frank Reagan nodded, "Thank you, Detective, that will be all."

The man nodded, took the bagged envelopes with the pictures and made a hasty exit out of the Commissioner's office.

Once the man was gone, Frank took a seat across from Jamie.

"How are you holding up?"

Its amazed Jamie how the man could show a gentle side and still hold power and authority. It threw Jamie a loop when he went to the Reagan family dinner and saw the softer side of Frank Reagan.

"Okay, I guess, strange to be doing this at 1PP and not a normal police station," replied Jamie.

"I understand that however, I don't want to take the risk of someone sharing this with the media. There a few amounts of people that know the truth," answered Frank Reagan.

"So, not your usual investigation," stated Jamie.

Frank Reagan gave a small smile, "Between you and me no, not by a long shot."

"Everything is so new and different now," said Jamie.

"As a rookie and a person," stated Frank.

"My T.O is a piece of work," joked Jamie.

Frank nodded. "Renzulli,"

Jamie raised a brow, "Are you keeping tabs on me?"

He smiled. "I have an invested interest," answered Frank.

"Officer Jamie Carter."

"What's going on?"

Jamie glanced over on his way back from 1PP when a black car drove up to him, and two strangers popped out.

"We're two agents with the FBI we like to talk to you for a minute," said the one agent showing him his badge.

"About what?" asked Jamie.

"About the NYPD and more importantly the Reagan family," he said.

Jamie froze, "What would I know about that?"

"Jamie, or should I call you Henry Francis Reagan. Yes, we know who you are," said the woman agent.

"What do you want from me," asked Jamie.

"We are investing in a group called the Blue Templar, have you ever seen one of these?" the male agent showed Jamie a pin.

"No, and I have never heard of this Blue Templar before."

"They're a secret society inside the New York Police Department, they took care of their own and cleaned up Dodge," said the female agent. "But now we believe they are involved in extortion, stealing drug evidence, cash, and murder."

"Does the Commissioner know about this?" asked Jamie.

Both were silent.

"You're investigating him too, get out of here." Jamie tried to step by them, but the female agent stepped in front of him.

"Just listen to this, it might change your mind."

She took a recorder and played it.

"It's me. I think I'm in; I'll let you know when I get a location so that I can wire up."

She stopped the recording.

"Who was that?" asked Jamie.

"That was your brother Joe," said the male agent. "It was his last message to us before he was killed."

"He was working with you?"

"Your brother wasn't killed in a bust gone bad. They made him, then they killed him," said the female agent.

"What does this have to do with me?" said Jamie.

"We want you to continue where he left off."

"You know what kid, you remind me of a rookie I trained once," said Renzulli.

"Oh yeah, who?" asked Jamie.

They were riding in the squad car on patrol after just getting lunch.

"Joe Reagan, probably one of the best rookies I ever trained," replied Renzulli, taking a left turn on the street.

Jamie felt his throat tighten. "Yeah, I've heard stories about him. He's kind of a legend at the 12th."

Renzulli nodded. "He was one of the best. Of course, it's until a cop dies do one start talking about him like a legend. Really a shame."

Jamie glanced over at his T.O. and saw a sad, bitter look on his face.

"How did he die?" asked Jamie.

"The same way most of us go out. Doing your job," replied Renzulli.

Jamie turned to face the window.