**MAY BE M RATED FOR SOME READERS**
Jamie sat in his dimly lit room, in thought 'Am i really going to be set free?' Isaac was a maniac but he hasn't harmed Jamie other than yanking his head back with a knife to his throat, he hadn't deprived Jamie of food and water or restroom privileges although a shower was badly needed.
"Jamison, we're setting you free." Isaac called. Dallas walked over to Jamie and cuffed his arms in front of him instead of the back like usual which Jamie found strange. The men loaded Jamie into the van.
"Where are we going?" Jamie nervously asked.
"Isaac turned his head around slowly, "What have i told you about speaking when not spoken to?" Jamie gulped. The men drove for a short twenty minutes where they arrived at an abandoned factory lot, Isaac of course had one of his goon Andrew already on sight making sure there was no cops or unwanted company ahead of the meet.
"There's your brothers and father, Jamison." Isaac told as they pulled into the lot. Jamie's eyes lit up, he hasn't seen them in days.
"Isaac and Dallas stepped out of the car." The men were separated from the Reagan's about two hundred feet or so."
"Hello Frank." Isaac called from across the lot.
"Where's my son." Frank called back.
"Keep your two delinquents in that truck. Don't make me change my mind" Isaac looked at Dallas giving him a nod to get Jamie out of the Truck. Dallas mostly dragged Jamie than helped him out. Joe and Danny bite their tongue.
"Stay in the truck Danny and Joe." Frank ordered.
"Do you like games, Jamison?" Isaac whispered. Unlocking Jamie's hand cuffs.
"What is he saying to him?" Joe balled his fist.
"Let's play a game. Run to your father." Isaac placed his hands on Jamie's shoulders. "The sooner you make it to him, the sooner you'll get to see him... That's it. That's the game. It's easy. Ready? go." Isaac pushed Jamie slightly.
Jamie starts walking away, then looks back at Isaac.
"No, you have to run, remember? those are the rules." Isaac said in a daunting way.
Dallas walked back into the van,
"Run to me Jamie." Frank shouted. Jamie did as told.
"Jamie!" Frank began to walk at a fast pace to meet his son with open arms Jamie extends his arms out too.
"Dad!" Jamie put his weak legs to work.
Frank and Jamie are feet away from each other. A shot rang out and a gunshot hole pierced through Jamie's chest from behind. Jamie hit the ground onto his stomach. Frank comes to a halt beside him and looks down at him. He stood and stared at his son's fallen body, didn't care if he was the next target or not. His soul had left his body.
"I did say I'd set him free." Isaac whispered cruelly.
"No-no." Danny cried. Jamie began gasping for air, trying to use his forearms to drag his body closer to his Father, Joe and Danny already had their off duty weapons in hand, running to their brother's side. Frank looks up at Isaac, he had a cruel smile on his face handing his pistol back to Dallas. Frank feel to his knees, doing everything he could to save Jamie's life. Adding pressure to the wound.
"Joe call 911. Ca-call 911" Frank's voice cracked completely. When Danny was finally in a good firing range of the van it had already drove off.
"This is Joseph Connor Reagan, my shield number is 46808 i'm with the NYPD i need a bus!-" Frank's hearing began to fade. He watched as his son's life was potentially leaving his body.
"Jamie come on stay awake, please…" Frank Paused the tears flooding his view, "Come on." Frank voice broke. Jamie's eyes opened slowly. Danny ran back over only to see the worse thing he had ever seen. He's seen people fight to stay alive, it was a hard thing to watch but this, this was something no amount of time in Fallujah or with the NYPD could had prepared him for. Jamie vision was blurred but he had seen his father and seen his brother above him, he heard bits and pieces of Joe's voice but he hadn't seen him. He also heard what might have been sirens in the back. He opened his mouth to say something but felt something wet come out instead. Blood.
"No, no, no Jamie, Ja," Frank sobbed. The ambulance was beside them in seconds, The paramedics grab the gurney and all the supplies, they'd need. One second Jamie's body was in Frank's hands the next he was being loaded onto an ambulance.
"Are one three any of his Guardian." Frank hadn't heard a thing.
"Dad, go with Jamie," Joe answered the ladies question, "He's our father and our brother."
"We'll meet you there." Danny gulped. Frank was onto the ambulance that took off full speed, out of the lot.
All that was left behind was a huge dust cloud from the ambulance, nearly two dozen Yonkers police cars and a pile of blood, Jamie's blood, which had been a significant amount. Joe dropped to his knees in sobs. That psychopath played them, he shot if not killed a sixteen year old boy. Danny knelt down to his hurting brother and hugged him, he tried badly to be strong because he was the oldest.
"Joe we gotta go. We gotta call mom and Erin and Pops. They have to met us the hospital."
"What happened here." A detective walked up to them. Danny began explaining the whole story even letting them know he and Joe were with the NYPD themselves, he got up and ready to leave to the hospital and thanked the Detective. Joe was in his truck but he was in no condition to drive he didn't answer any of the Detectives questions, he stayed on his knees sobbing silently uncontrollably.
"Come on Joe." Danny put an arm around his little brother Carrying him to his feet and to the truck. Joe just couldn't stop the tears from streaming down his face. Danny opened the door and helped Joe inside, ran to the other side and took off down the street. Danny pulled out his cell phone dialing his mother's phone number. He'd have Joe do it, but Joe was in the right state of mind
"Mom. Listen." Danny voice cracked. Mary could hear sobs in the background. She collapsed onto the kitchen chair. "Jamie is on his way to the hospital, Dad is already there just please get there as soon as you can have Erin or Linda-" Danny hadn't spoken to his wife in nearly 48 hours, the women now carrying his child.
"Is that Joey?" Mary knows her son's sob, she hadn't heard it since Frank's mother passed away few years back but she remembers.
"Call Angela too, if that's alright. Look I gotta go mom, we love you and we'll see you at New York Presbyterian Hospital." Danny ended the call. Joe's crying had calm down a bit, but Danny wasn't ready to ask him anything yet. He just looked at Joe occasionally while focusing on the road. Joe stared out of the window. As the city lights they've loved since they were children was seen in the horizon.
"What if he's dead." Joe finally said something after 30 minutes of silence and crying.
"Joe he's not.." Danny shared the same fear but refused to say it or believe it.
"You don't know that." Joe said in a soft voice.
"Joe listen to me, we're Jamie's big brothers, we need to be there for him. The hospital is a block away, we're almost there.." Joe began to let fear overcome him. The two brothers pulled into the hospital's parking lot Danny Jumped out the truck while Joe took his time he didn't want to rush into potential heartbreak. "Come on Joe." Danny was already by the ER doors. Joe kept his head low, not waiting his older brother to see is face.
"We have to be strong." Danny put a hand on his brother's shoulder, Joe nodded.
The two made their way into ER waiting rooms, there were no more than half a dozen people seated very surprisingly because it had been a weekday night. Danny spotted their father he was seated, his hands were stained red and his head bowed.
"Dad is Jamie..." Danny spoke softly. Frank kept his head bowed. both brother made eye contact and sat beside their father.
"No he's in surgery, they lost him once in the ambulance but got him back this is all m.." Frank was interrupted
"Don't okay. Dad Jamie needs us, he needs you more than anything right now so you need to be strong, if not for us for him and mom. Mom will be here any minute, you need to go wash up." Danny partially smiled at his brothers words of encouragement. Frank looked back down at his hands, they were stained red in his son's blood, his youngest son. Frank nodded and made his way into the single unisex restroom.
"I've never seen him so.." Danny trembled.
"Broken? I know." Joe sadness turning into anger. "That son of a bitch is still out there." Danny had completely forgotten. His hands shook in anger. The double doors opened Angela wondering in, eventually making eye contact with Joe, she ran to his side.
"Joey." Angela broke, setting beside him, hugging him, he buried his head into her hair, quietly sobbing. He needed her, he couldn't thank Danny and his mother enough for getting her here. Danny looked over at the devastating moment. The double doors opened again, this time Reagan's filling in. Danny met his six months pregnant wife halfway. "Babe." He hugged her trying his best not to hurt her or his child.
"W-where's Frank and Jamie." Mary stuttered. That's right, Danny remember, he hadn't told his mother what happened over the phone.
"Dad is in the restroom," Joe answered. His red glazed eyes was not a good sign and he tore his mother, sister and girlfriend apart.
"Jamie?" Tears fell from Mary's eyes.
"Surgery." Frank answered behind his wife, she spun around and hugged her husband.
"What happened.." Erin sat beside her husband Jack.
"Isaac shot him.. in the back." Frank said casually, he had be drained of every last emotion. Mary and Erin cried into their husband's arms.
"That son of a bitch shot my grandson." Henry's anger overpowered his heart break.
"Pop please." Frank pleaded.
"How was that even possible he said he was going to.. 'Set him free'." The sentence made more sense in Erin's head out loud, it was sickening, by free Isaac meant he was going to kill Jamie not give him back safely.
"How could he shoot a sixteen year old boy.. sixteen." Mary sobbed. The double doors opened to the Commissioner and Mayor and dozens of officers outside and in.
"Who called." Danny whispered.
"Yonkers PD." The Commissioner answered. Danny was surprised he had heard that from way over there.
"Chief Reagan." The Mayor stuck his hand out to him. Frank broke Mary's and his hug to shake the mayor's commissioner greeted his officers, even his predecessor Henry.
"How is your son." The Commissioner showed empathy.
"Surgery." Frank replied.
"Can we speak for a bit?" The Commissioner asked Frank.
"Whatever you have to say to my husband you can say it right here." Mary spoke. Her children and husband surprised by her tone. The commissioner and Mayor made eye contact, agreeing.
"Why didn't you come to me Frank." The commissioner asked.
"If i had gone to anyone in the NYPD he would have killed my son, i'm sorry but i couldn't have taken that risk."
"I understand that but you should've came to me. We could have helped. I'm deeply sorry for your son but the press is going to spoon over this. The times and post already have the dispatch phone call, they're running the story Eleven. Rogue Ex- NYPD cop, kidnaps and shoots ex- parents son."
"Is that all you're worried about? Press?" Henry spat.
"No, I'm worried for copycat kidnappings. People will see how it broke one of the NYPD's finest and how he went against policy, they'll use it for personal gain on others, cop or not." The Commissioner stood in thought. The surgeon's assistant walked out of the ER doors.
"Reagan Family?"
TBC! Isaac is still out there! Will he come back or disappear or get caught or maybe killed!? this might be rated M for some readers, leave a review if you liked it and where you think i can approve.