D is for Dragged
"So we're looking for a dark blue Cadillac? That's like a needle in a haystack! Seems like every car in New York is blue!" Danny said with a sigh as he and Maria continued driving around the neighborhood in search of their suspects car.
"That's only because that's what we're looking for. And also, the report said it's got a busted headlight and a dent next to it. That might be easier to find, seeing as we've found our way into the ritzy part of town, and no one with the amount of money it takes to live in these houses would leave their kids car with a dent in it." Maria said, keeping her eyes out for the description of the vehicle.
"Yea, especially when ur a judge's son." Danny said. They turned down another street, and finally spotted the car. The 20 year old suspect was sitting in it, talking to a few friends who were standing around them.
"Looks like it's our lucky day. Pretty boy here decided to keep the scars of his hit and run. No remorse at all." Danny shook his head.
"Looks like it's time for him to see the to her side of the judicial system." Maria said as Danny parked the car and they both got out. If he flashed their badges, and the teens standing around the car quickly took off.
"Wow. Some friends you have. Looks like they want nothing to do with you. I'm officer Reagan, that's officer Baez. How'd you get the dent? It's a shame in such a beauty like this." Danny said, running a hand a long the side of the shiny Cadillac.
"Uh..I rear ended someone." The boy said, visibly getting nervous.
"Man, you must've been going pretty fast. That's some nasty damage. What's the red stuff on the front?" Maria played along.
"Paint...the other car was uh..was red." He answered.
"Ohhh... Come on Johnny do you really think we're that stupid? We know you and Jake had an argument, you ran him down, killed him, and then looked to daddy to get you out. Thing is, we already know the stuff on the front of the car is blood. Your dad gave us access to the car yesterday. Guess what? Its a match. I'm gonna need you to step out of the car." Danny said. When Johnny didn't comply right away, he pulled the door open. In a last ditch effort to flee, Johnny slammed the door shut, and stomped on the gas. Danny felt a twinge of panic when he realised that the corner of his jacket was stuck in the door.
"Danny! Stop the car right now!" Baez yelled in surprise as she watched Danny being flung to the ground as the car sped away. She yelled at the driver, but there was no response. Danny fought with the jacket, tugging on the fabric in an effort to free himself. He heard a gun shot, and the car began to skid and swerve as one of its tires was now flat. The car whipped into a turn just as Danny gave his jacket another yank. The combined force managed to tear off the section of his coat, which sent Danny into a wild tuck and roll into the middle of the street. Cars honked and swerved out of the way as Baez sprinted over to her injured partner. She held her badge up as she ran into the intersection, returning her weapon to it's holster, and kneeling beside Danny. His left pant leg was a shredded and bloody mess around his shin and ankle, with the same in other places on his clothes, but not quite as bad. Danny grimaced, and put a hand on his side when he tried to stand, and pain flooded his battered body. Maria wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and slowly helped him to the car. Once he was carefully in the passengers seat, she reached for the radio to call for a bus.
"No! I don't feel like waiting that long. Saint Victors is only a few blocks away, just drive me." Danny said, holding a cloth to his bleeding leg.
"Danny, you're bleeding all over the car, and you can hardly breath right! You might have internal damage!" Baez protested.
"I'll make it! Please just go ok!" Danny said. Maria shook her head, and sped off after turning on the lights and sirens.
Later...
Linda walked out of the break room and put her stethoscope back around her neck. She walked over to the nurses station, and was about to grab her clipboard when a she heard another nurse walk into a room. The name she heard made Linda's heart skip a beat.
"Reagan." Linda ran over to the exam room as fast as she could go. She gasped when she pulled the curtain back to reveal her tired looking husband, covered in blood.
"Danny? What happened?!" She asked, coming to his side.
"I uh...I got drug down the road by a car. My jacket got caught in the door when the guy tried to flee. I'm fine babe." He said, trying to reassure her.
"I don't know if I'd say fine... you have three fractured ribs, severe road rash, a torn calcaneofibular ligament, and your gonna need at least 60 stitches for all those cuts. I'd say your lucky if anything, but not fine." Dr. Charles said as he pinned the x-rays to the light board in front of them.
"My gosh Danny! I heard your name..." Linda trailed off.
"I think I'll give you two some privacy." Maria said. She promised Danny she would find Johnny, the left for the precinct.
"I know. Sorry for scaring you. Its really not serious." Danny said, squeezing her hand.
"Thank god for that!" Linda said. The doctor have her instructions, then left to let her bandage him up.
"My shifts not up for another couple hours, and Jack's at Sean's baseball game." Linda said after she checked Danny out of the hospital.
"Its fine, I'll call Jamie. He should be done with his tour by now." He said. After another once over from Linda and one final kiss, he dialed his brothers number.
"Hey Danny what's up?" Jamie answered.
"Hey, can you come pick me up? I'm uh...I'm at Saint Victors." Danny said.
"Saint Victors? Is everything ok?" Jamie asked with concern.
"Not exactly. I got drug by a car. Three broken ribs and a pretty busted ankle, so I can't drive." Danny answered.
"My gosh! I was just on my way to Dads, I'll swing by and get you. I'll be there in about 10." Jamie said.
"Thanks." Danny said, then hung up.
Later...
Jamie opened the car door and handed Danny his crutches. The brothers made their way up the stairs towards their childhood home. Jamie held the door open, and Danny hobbled into the living room to where Frank sat with a book.
"How're the ribs?" He said, without even looking up from his book.
"All in tact except three. Torn ligament in the ankle, and some road rash. How'd you know?" Danny asked, but knew the answer as soon as he asked, as he had heard it millions of times before this.
"I'm the PC. I know everything. I also know that you should thank your partner." He said as Danny and Jamie sat down. Henry joined them, and handed his grandsons both a beer.
"Yea yea, I know, she saved me from a lot worse injury when she shot out the tire." Danny said.
"Well yea, but I was actually gonna say because she caught the young man just a few hours ago. She added attempted murder of a police officer to his rap sheet." Frank said. A look of surprise mixed with happiness covered his face.
"I'll thank her tomorrow." Danny said.
"Make that Monday. Your getting two days home rest, then desk work till that ankle heals. No argument." Frank said before Danny could protest. Danny nodded, and the men were left to enjoy their beers and each other's company.