5th precinct, 9 pm.
Wednesday, January
Jamie's shoulders fell down, this didn't feel right to him. Someone hurt his ex-fiancée and Jamie was the one sitting in the hot chair. O'Rourke took a seat in the chair while Ritter leaned against the wall in the corner behind him.
"Tell me, Jamie," O'Rourke began. Jamie quickly figured out who was the good cop in this partnership. "We know that Ms. Davenport contacted you just last night and we've just learned that you weren't aware of her return to New York… what puzzles me, is the nature of your meeting. Why did she contact you, and why did you agree to meet her at that hour?" the thin-haired detective asked. His nose was crooked, like it had been broken one too many times and not replaced properly. His hair was dirty blond and scruffy, but his piercing grey eyes saw right through Jamie and he wanted to squirm under the scrutinizing eyes.
"The nature of the meeting" Jamie said, hesitated to answer the questions. It would make him look bad. "What we talked about is personal, and unrelated to the case. Ritter sighed from the corner.
"Nothing is personal in a criminal investigation, kid, not even when you take a piss," Ritter growled. Jamie glared at him, oh, how he would like to throw some punches at a sandbag right now. Danny would have chosen a live target, Jamie thought. He caught himself before he let out a giggle.
"Look, man, I get it," O'Rourke said, leaning back in his chair and draping one arm over the back. "I was married for eight years, when my wife left me... she thought I was too distracted, and that it felt more like I was married to my work rather than her," he continued. "You aren't a reel cop until your partner left you," the man chuckled. "It comes with the job, so to speak," O'Rourke said and stood up. Seconds later the two men left, probably to confer about the options, since Jamie wasn't giving them much.
One Police Plaza, 8.30 pm.
Wednesday, January
Frank didn't feel like he could go home, not for the time being. When Erin had arrived and he updated her on the situation, she had immediately started dialing people on the phone and left for the precinct. Danny had arrived later, and he too was nervous, though he had another way of showing it. His fit had involved a lot of shouting and head rubbing and growls. He did manage, however, to control his temper enough that he didn't break anything in the commissioner's office. He quickly answered his phone when it buzzed and hoped for good news from his daughter.
"Dad, Sydney was pregnant when she left Jamie," Erin said and thereby let the first bombshell fall to the ground. "Dad?" she asked when no response came.
"Pregnant," he said in disbelief. It didn't make sense to him, Jamie would have told him, if he and Sydney were having a baby, right?
"Apparently she didn't know until after she moved to London and miscarried soon after. That's why Jamie was there last night. So that she could tell him," Erin continued. She was clearly as confused and surprised as Frank.
"I think I'll go to the hospital," Frank said and soon after they hung up.
St. Vincent's, 9 pm.
Wednesday, January
Frank walked through the corridors. He was awfully familiar with this hospital. This was where Linda worked, where Pops recovered at thanksgiving, where the two most precious women in his life died, where he had found his sons battered up, where his grandkids had been born. His security detail was following him, he knew the way to where Sydney would be. No doubt he found it, when he saw two officers posted outside a door. When they two young officers saw the recognizable man with the moustache they snapped to attention, saluting the Police Commissioner.
"Ms. Davenport?" Frank asked the one on the right side of the door. The officer looked straight ahead, not daring to glance at the commissioner.
"Yes, Sir," he said sharply and Frank moved past him and opened the door. His detail stayed outside. Inside the private room, the first he noticed was the beeping from the monitors. Next, was the motionless familiar brunette, who had once been a regular at the Sunday dinner. She was pale and had a dressing around her head, something about swelling in the brain. Frank stood there for a minute or two, realizing the injuries and taking in the sight. No man in his right mind would be able to do this. Tubes were coming out of her gown and the back of her hand. She looked like she was sleeping. Who could do this to her? Frank left shortly after and headed for the 5th precinct for a unannounced visit.
5th precinct, 10 pm.
Wednesday, January
"We've been at this for hours now, kid…" O'Rourke began with a sigh. They were all three on their second cup of coffee and they were all a bit restless now. Jamie was tired from the last couple of twelve hour tours and the meet with Sydney last night didn't make it better.
"Get to work then, and find out who the real perp is. You are wasting everybody's time right now," Jamie interrupted him and let out a frustrated sigh. This was unbelievable, he thought when a knock on the door attracted the attention of three pairs of eyes. Ritter opened the door and Jamie could spot a captain over the man's shoulder. Next he heard the voice of his father and relief rushed over him for no apparent reason. He knew that Frank wouldn't get him any special treatment like making this go away, but the mere presence of the wise and older man he was proud to call his father, just made everything a little bit better. He couldn't make out what the group of people talked about until Danny's voice cut through.
"This is a waste of valuable time… It's already been twenty four hours, and you haven't made any progress yet. How about you do some proper detecting, Detectives?" Jamie smiled. That sure sounded like his brother.
Let me know what you think... I'm way too tired to write anymore. I'm so excited for the new episode airing tonight! For every episode, actually :) Happy Friday Night. (FYI, I live in time zone GMT+1 AND I have the best dreams ever! :))