It had been nearly four days since someone tried to kill Jamie by blowing his car and nothing had happened to Jamie since. He had put the attempt on his life behind him. To take his mind off of the attempt on his life, Jamie was focusing hard on trying to find any lead or evidence that could lead to Amber Smith's killer.

"I just got us a lead," Lloyd said when he walked over to Jamie's desk. "The man, who was reportedly with Amber Smith, was last seen walking into an old bar in Greenpoint." Jamie immediately pulled his gun and his badge out of his desk drawer, and put the gun in his belt holster and clipped the badge right next to his belt buckle. After getting into the car, the two detectives drove all the way to Greenpoint, which was located in Brooklyn. When they pulled up in front of the bar that Lloyd had mentioned, Jamie was shocked when he found out that it was the same bar where he and his family had taken down the Blue Templar.

"You sure this is the place," Jamie asked nervously. He didn't want the memories of Joe's death to come back if they went inside.

"Absolutely," Lloyd said before him and Jamie quietly entered the bar. Jamie could see that the windows had been boarded up. The whole building seemed to be dark and terrifying, except for a back room that seemed to be the only part of the building that had lights on. It only sent shivers down Jamie's spine as him and Lloyd quietly walked through the front room and into one of the back room.

"Are you sure that your lead is correct," Jamie asked his partner. When Lloyd didn't reply back, Jamie knew that something was wrong. He was about to turn around when he felt someone's hand grasp over his mouth with a damp rag. Judging by the smell of damp rag, Jamie could tell that the rag was laced with chloroform.

"Quite struggling," Jamie's attacker said to him. It didn't take long for Jamie to recognize his attacker. It was none other than Lloyd, which was seemed confusing to Jamie. As he continued to struggle, Jamie could feel his arms going limp. His legs seemed to be falling asleep. Within minutes, Jamie was completely unconscious. "Sweet dreams," Lloyd mockingly said to an unconscious Jamie.

Two hours. How long does it take to question somebody? John curiously thought to himself. Since this morning, John had been tracking Bello's movements while driving around in an antique car. He wasn't really into the cars, but the car that he was driving was pretty nifty. As he sat in that car, he immediately noticed that Bello had walked out of the diner. The worst part about it was that he was walking towards John.

Knock Knock

Seeing Bello knock on the car window, he knew that he had to distract Bello or else something bad could happen.

"Nice car you got here," Bello complimented John on the car.

"Thanks," John thanked him while smiling back. He knew that if he could hide what he was doing then nothing might happen.

"What kind of car is it," Bello asked with a suspicious tone.

"I don't really know,' John told him, "I'm not much into cars. I just thought that when I bought it that it was just a nice car."

"It looks like a nineteen seventy-one Chevy Chevelle Malibu SS," Bello informed him. "Have we met before?"

"No," John said.

"I'm going to give you three minutes to get out of the car," Bello threatened him, "or else I shoot you here in cold blood. NOW!" John could see that Bello had now pulled out a gun and was pointing the gun directly at his face. It made John fear for his life.

"Ok," John nervously replied back before getting out of the car. Once he was out of the car, Bello forced him to walk into the bar.

"What's your name," Bello asked while pointing the gun directly at the back of John's head.

"John," John told nervously, "John Doe."

"I don't believe you," Bello said to him. "I hope that you enjoy your stay here, Mr. Doe." John didn't know what happened next. He remembered Bello hitting him in the back of the head with the gun. John immediately collapsed to the ground and he watched as darkness surrounded him.

Jamie slowly opened his eyes to find himself in a what looked like a basement. A single light bulb lit the room, but it was still a pretty dark room. Unfortunately, Jamie could see that there handcuffs keeping him in the chair. He tried to free himself, but the cuffs only felt tighter on his skin.

"Its 'bout time that you finally woke up," a familiar voice said to Jamie. Jamie watched as Lloyd watched out of the darkness. "I hope that you are comfortable in these accommodations."

"Go to hell," Jamie said before spitting into Lloyd's face. Lloyd immediately backhanded Jamie in the face.

"I watch what you say if I were you," Lloyd warned him. "I haven't gotten the chance to show you the game that we are going to play."

"What do you mean by we," Jamie curiously asked him. It took Jamie a moment for him to realize that there was another man tied to a chair right in front of him.

"I'll show you," Lloyd said before walking over the other man. "I know that I won't have to introduce you to this man, mainly due to the fact that you already know him. Lloyd immediately pulled the black cloth, that covered up the other man's face. Jamie's eyes widen in shock when he realized who the man was. "Can you tell us your name, Mr. Doe. Let me guess, you can't remember who you are."

When John regained consciousness, he couldn't see anything surrounding him. The last thing that he remembered was being forced out of his car and into the dinner.

My name is John Doe...wait a minute. John suddenly paused in thought. John Doe isn't my name, its... John was suddenly able to see his surroundings. He immediately noticed that he was in a dark room that was lit by only one light bulb. What really caught his attention was there were two other men in the room, and one of them was talking to the man cuffed to the other chair. The man cuffed to the chair was none to familiar to John and it was just enough to jog his memory.

"My name isn't John Doe," John stated, "its Detective..."

"Joe." Hearing his name being called what the best thing that he had heard in the past few days.

"Hello Jamie," Joe said to his baby brother.

"I'm going to leave you two alone for a moment," the man said. Once Joe knew that he and Jamie were alone, Joe gave Jamie a strange look. "When I return, we'll be playing a little game. Its called who will break first." To both Joe and Jamie, those words meant that they would be feeling a lot of pain soon. They knew that they would have to make the time that they had to catch on what Joe missed.

"Did you complete the academy," Joe asked his baby brother.

"I did and I'm a detective in the Homicide Unit at the Twelfth Precinct," Jamie explained.

"I've missed a lot," Joe exaggerated hoping to lighten the mood on the their current situation.

"We thought that you died," Jamie explained. "We were told that you were shot in a drug bust gone bad, but we later found out that it was Sonny Malevsky who shot you."

"He did," Joe told his older brother. "Luckily, I was wearing my vest at the time."

"Why didn't you come back home if you were still alive," Jamie curiously asked.

"I didn't remember anything about who I was," Joe explained, "but I do remember everything thanks to you." He could see that his last remark made Jamie smile. That same smile seemed to stop the fighting between Joe, Danny, and Erin.

"You were the reason why I became a cop," said Jamie.

"I heard that you got involved with the Blue Templar and the FBI," stated Joe. "Agent Anderson told me. I'm sorry about all of this, Jamie."

"What for," asked Jamie. "I got myself into this mess."

"But I was the reason why you got into this mess," Joe added. "Do you know who that guy is?

"His name is Thomas Lloyd," Jamie explained. "He's the detective that I was partnered with after I was promoted to a detective third grade."

"His real name is Thomas M...," Joe said before being interrupted by the sound of Lloyd walking into the room. Both of the brothers could see that Lloyd held a car batter in his left hand and a jumper cable in his right hand.

"Time for us to play a game," Lloyd said with a sadistic smile on his face.

"We're not playing an...," Jamie started to say before being backhanded by Lloyd.

"You will if you know what's good for you," Lloyd said with a strong grip of Jamie's chin. "I'm going ask both of you questions. If you don't answer the questions or if you give the wrong answer, this will happen." Lloyd immediately connect one end of the jumper cable to the battery and the other end to the metal clamps keeping Jamie in the chair. Jamie felt the most excruciating pain that one could ever feel as electricity surged through his body. He knew that if the electrical current was disrupted that his heart might explode.

"STOP IT," Joe yelled. "DON'T HURT MY BABY BROTHER."

"Now you what will happen if either of you don't answer my questions," Lloyd said. He then disconnected the cable from the metal clamps on Jamie's chair. "Lets get started..."

Frank was just about leave his office when he got a visitor. It made him curious about who would be wanting to see him at this hour.

"Captain Wilson from the Twelfth Precinct is wanting to see you," Baker informed him.

"Send him in," Frank replied back.

"Commissioner," Wilson said up entering Frank's office. He then saluted Frank before putting his hand back down.

"I'm guessing that your hear about Jamie," Frank implied. "What did he do wrong?"

"Nothing sir," replied Wilson.

"Then what's the problem," Frank worryingly asked.

"He didn't return to the precinct after leaving with Detective Lloyd to chase down a lead," Wilson informed him. "I've tried radioing both of them. Neither of them didn't responded."

"I'll contact Jamie to see what happened," Frank replied back. He immediately pulled out his cell and dialed Jamie's number.

"You reached Jamie Reagan. I am unable to answer the phone right, but I will return your call as soon as I am available." Knowing that something was definitely wrong, Frank decided to leave a voicemail in hopes of Jamie returning the call.

"Jamie," Frank said as he recorded a message, "call me back as soon as you get this message. I'm getting worried about you. Captain Wilson told me that you didn't return to the precinct. I need to know if you are alright. I love you, son."

After sending the voice message, Frank shut his phone and looked back. He hoped that Jamie was alright. I can't lose another son. Not now, not again. Frank thought to himself. Where are you Jamie?

Never in his life had Jamie ever been in such a brutal interrogation. All of those electrical shocks had left his heart beating like crazy, not mention that it had left some electrical burns on his wrists. To make it worse, Jamie had felt that Lloyd was trying to rip the screams from his throats with each electrical shock. For Jamie, he knew that Lloyd had some hidden agenda that was making Jamie what it could be.

"You alright," asked Joe with worried a voice.

"I'll be okay." Jamie knew that Joe could tell how much he trying to catch his breathe.

"I'm sorry," Joe apologize.

"Like I said before," Jamie reminded his older brother, "you have nothing to be sorry for."

"We're going to get out of here," Joe confidently reassured his younger brother. Jamie couldn't understand how Joe could have such high hopes and still be confident at times like this. That was one thing that made Joe unique from the rest of the Reagan family. "Is dad still the PC?"

"He is," Jamie told him. "When we thought that you had died, dad took your death the hardest."

"I bet he'll be excited that you are actually alive," Joe added.

"You can say that again," Jamie jokingly agreed.

It was a few minutes later when Lloyd reentered the room, but this time he wasn't carrying anything in his hands.

"Time for round two of who will break first," Lloyd mockingly said to the two brothers. "Same rules as before, so I don't have to repeat myself. Question number one and this for Jamie, who is my brother?"

"I don't know," Jamie said in a confused voice. The next thing that Jamie knew was that Lloyd's fist had collided directly with Jamie's face. Jamie felt back in the chair and immediately hit his head on the cold, concrete floor.

"Don't tell me that you can't see the resemblance between my older brother and I," Lloyd mockingly said to Jamie. "I'll give you one hint as to who my brother is, you killed my older brother. Now, tell me the name of my older brother."

"I SAID I DON'T KNOW WHO YOUR BROTHER IS," Jamie yelled back. "IF I DID, THEN I WOULD TELL YOU."

"You my not have pulled the trigger," Lloyd explained a she gave Jamie another hint, "but you are as much responsible for his death than the rest of your family."

"He doesn't k...," Joe said before being interrupted.

"SHUT UP," Lloyd yelled at him. He then turned back to Jamie and said, "I'm going to ask you one more time and if you don't, I will hurt so bad that you will be BEGGING for me to kill you."

"I told you that I don't know," Jamie nervously said to Lloyd.

"I'll give your brother the chance before I hurt you severely," Lloyd sadistically said to Jamie before turning to Joe. "Can you tell your brother and I what the name of my brother is?"

"Sonny," Joe answered back, "Sonny Malevsky." Joe immediately noticed how Jamie now had confusion in his eyes.

"Thank you Detective," Lloyd mockingly thanked him. "It seems that you broke first."

"Actually," Joe said before spitting in Lloyd's face, "I haven't. I'm just trying to make that my baby brother is safe. When get out of this chair, I will hurt so bad that you will be seeing black and blue for weeks."

"Doubt that," replied Lloyd with a sadistic smile on his face. "While you and your brother are here, he will never be safe. If you don't believe me, then I'll show you." Joe immediately saw Bello entering the room. "Take the cuffs of him and hold his hands behind his back. We don't want the little Reagan being able to defend himself." Lloyd immediately rolled up his sleeves as Bello took Jamie's cuffs off and held Jamie's arms firmly behind his back. Joe watched with horror as Lloyd began to punch and Jamie. The first three punches were to Jamie's face, the next four were to Jamie's stomach, and the last five were to both Jamie's face and stomach. When Bello release Jamie, Joe watched as his baby brother fell to the floor with blood on coming out of his nose.

"You sick bastard," Joe growled.

"Thank you," Lloyd mockingly thanked Joe. "Now you know that your baby brother will never safe." Lloyd then left the room along with Bello. Once they knew that they were along, Joe could feel tears sliding down.

"Don't blame yourself," Jamie weakly said while trying to catch his breathe.

"I should have never said that," Joe said with a guilty tone in his voice.

"And I thought that Sonny Malevsky was worse," Jamie weakly joked with his older brother before feeling a little pain from the punches to his stomach. "I'm sorry about your car, Joe."

"What are you talking about," Joe curiously asked his younger brother, who was still lying on the cold, hard floor.

"I...I crashed it," Jamie revealed to his brother. "It was because of the Blue Templar. They cut brake lines. I ended up driving it into a concrete barrier. It totaled the car."

No it didn't," Joe stated. "Its actually sitting out front. I guess that the Agent Anderson must have pulled a few strings get to it repaired."

"Must have been a lot of strings," Jamie said while smiling.

"I bet," Joe said while smiling as well.

"Hey Joe," Jamie said to his older brother, "how much pain do you think that a person can take before they brake?" Judging by the look on Joe's face, Jamie knew that he had caught him off guard with that question.

"I don't know," Joe said while shaking his head, "I really don't know."

Lloyd was upstairs with Bello after giving Jamie another moment of excruciating pain. He was starting to think that Bello might not be good.

"We've got to let him," suggested Bello. "If we keep either of them hear any longer, we might be discovered."

"No one knows that Jamie and I came here," Lloyd explained.

"But what about his older brother," Bello questioned Lloyd.

"If you question me again," Lloyd threatened him, "I will use this gun myself and put a bullet in your head. Have I made myself very clear? Bello immediately noticed that Lloyd had pulled a gun with a silencer out and was pointing it right at his face.

"Yes sir," Bello nervously stated with fear in his eyes. "The older brother has w..." Lloyd immediately fired one bullet that tore through Bello's forehead. Blood spattered onto the wall behind Bello and began ooze out of the exit wound onto the cold floor.

"I told you not to question me," Lloyd said with cruel and sadistic looking face.