Blue Bloods/Harry Potter

I'm not a big believer in coincidence. -Erin

Chapter 8: Sydney

Sydney entered her apartment to find her fiance lounging on their couch with a man she didn't recognize. There were several beer bottles on the coffee table and a couple dirty plates.

"Syd!" Jamie exclaimed, surprised.

They both stood up from the couch, shoulder to shoulder.

"This is my friend, Harry Potter. He owns a cafe in Greenwich." Jamie introduced.

Harry extended a hand, a large smile on his face.

"I'm glad to finally meet you, Jamie's told me so much about you."

Sydney returned the handshake hesitantly.

"I wish I could say the same about you." Sydney replied.

"Syd." Jamie reprimanded.

Sydney looked at Jamie, before sighing.

"I'm sorry, that was rude." She told Harry, a small smile on her face.

"It's alright, I'm the one intruding. I should get going, it's getting really late." Harry said with a polite smile.

Jamie looked around for his coat.

"I'll walk you to your car." Jamie said, hoping to finish the conversation his fiance had cut short.

"Thanks mate, It was nice meeting you Sydney." Harry said, shaking Sydney's hand once again.

When they finally got outside Harry led Jamie to where he had parked. Jamie told Harry about the meet up in china town, asking for his support. Harry was about to respond when he turned to find Jamie no longer beside him.

Harry turned to see Jamie standing a few steps back, staring ahead.

"I- that's your car?" Jamie asked.

"Yeah." Harry answered, unlocking the door.

"That's a Ferrari." Jamie stated.

"Le Ferrari" Harry corrected, opening the door.

"A Le Ferrari." Jamie repeated, in shock.

"You should get back to Sydney. I'll let you drive my car next time, don't worry." Harry told him, chuckling.

"Yeah I- You're right, I should. I'll see you at china town?" Jamie asked.

"I'll be there." Harry assured him, before getting into the driver's seat.

"And don't bring this. It's too... conspicuous." Jamie warned, before backing off.

Harry's car took off, leaving Jamie standing on the sidewalk.

By the time Jamie got back to his apartment, he came in to find an angry Sydney.

"So is he the one?" Sydney asked, sitting on the couch's arm.

"Huh?" Jamie replied, confused.

"The one whose got all your attention these past months?" Sydney accused.

Jamie stared at his fiance.

"Sydney, he's just a friend." He told her, feeling silly.

"Do you usually walk your guy friends to their car?" Sydney replied incredulously.

Jamie hesitated before replying, which made Sydney throw her hands in the air in frustration.

"I knew it." she snapped.

"It's not what you think. I'm not- Sydney, I love you." Jamie tried to explain.

"Harry and I are just friends. When we met, Harry was suffering from PTSD. I helped him through that, and... and we became really good friends. Right now he's just- he's helping me out with an investigation." Jamie explained.

Sydney slipped from the arm of couch to the cushion. Jamie walked over to her, stopping in front of her. Jamie slowly pulled Sydney to him, wrapping her up in a hug.

"Okay." Sydney mumbled into Jamie's stomach.

"Okay?" Jamie asked,running a hand through her hair.

Sydney nodded, nuzzling into Jamie's embrace.


Harry found himself leaning against a building, pretending to text. He was actually ruling a cartoon medieval country. He had been negotiating on tariffs with the neighboring country when Jamie made a move. He approached a red haired woman looking at knock off purses at a stall in Mott st. He kept playing to keep his cover, although as he was a few feet down and out of view they probably wouldn't even notice. Pretending to scratch his ear, he wandlessly cast a charm to alert him if things got hostile.

As soon as Jamie left the woman, the FBI agent, he started walking down the street, towards Harry.

Harry fell into step with him.

"She didn't seem very nice." He commented.

"She didn't like what I had to say." Jamie replied.

Harry nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"How about we get some dumplings?" Harry suggested.

"Sounds g-"

Jamie was cut off by a scream around the corner ahead of them. Harry and Jamie immediately ran forward, Jamie pulling out his off-duty gun the moment he saw the situation. Two Chinese women were being abducted by two Chinese gun men.

"Police! Police, Don't move!" Jamie shouted, gun pointed at the nearest gun man.

"Drop it." He yelled, only for the men to make a break for it.

Harry immediately took off after the first one, Jamie gave chase to the second one. By the time Harry found Jamie the second gun man was on the floor and Jamie was calling a bus. Jamie looked at him.

"He got away." Harry told him.

Jamie sighed, looking down at the gun man's body.


There were police cars all over, and an ambulance was loading the body. Jamie had gone to call his father, leaving Harry to talk to the detective.

"Sir, I'm Detective Twan, can you tell me your name?" the detective asked him.

"Me and Jamie saw these two girls getting abducted, Jamie flashed his badge and gun, told them to drop the guns. They ran. I chased the first guy and Jamie chased the other guy. I lost my guy after a minute in a crowd and doubled back to see if Jamie needed any help." He answered briefly.

"You chased the one of the perps?" the detective asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, so?" Harry replied.

"Sir, can I have your name and occupation?"

"Harry James Potter, Business owner." Harry replied.

"Please just write down your contact information here, it's necessary for the report." the detective told him, handing him a pen and paper.

Harry looked around for Jamie, spotting him talking to what Harry could only guess was his detective brother. He made his way over, nearly bumping into a pretty older brunette.

"What are you doing here anyway? You're off duty." Danny asked.

"Jamie?" Harry interrupted.

Both Reagans turned to look at him.

"Who's this?" Danny asked bluntly.

"Danny, this is my friend Harry. I was with him when it all went down, he's why I'm in china town. Actually, He chased after the other guy. Did you see anything, Harry?" Jamie asked.

Harry shook his head.

"I didn't get a very good look before he ducked into a crowd." He answered.

Danny stared at Harry.

"You're the chocolate guy." he said, a small smile.

Harry looked surprised before smiling widely.

"Thanks for giving that to Jack, he really liked it." Danny said, smile widening.

"It was nothing, I'm glad he liked them." Harry replied.

Danny nodded in thanks again before facing Jamie, face serious,

"Hey look, Internal Affairs is gonna be all over you. They're gonna speak to witnesses, know who you were with, what you were doing. Probably going to interrogate Harry, get your story straight." Danny warned.

"Alright, Alright." Jamie agreed.

"Glad you're alright." Danny said, patting Jamie's cheek before he walked away.

Jamie looked at Harry, who shrugged.


"Commissioner, we hear that no one has come forward to corroborate your son's account of the attempted abduction in china town aside from the eye witness mystery man who was with your son when it happened." Kelly Davidson said.

"That's not a question Ms. Davidson." Frank answered.

"Well, who is this witness? Why has no name been released? Is this case getting special treatment because your son is involved?" She asked one after the other.

"The witness' name has not been released because he is under the protection of a very detailed publication ban." Frank answered.

"Uh, Commissioner, a publication ban? I was under the impression that that wasn't legal in the US." another reporter asked.

"Yes, but this man is not only a US citizen, and in respect to that we are following the ban." Frank replied.

"And to answer Ms. Davidson's earlier question involving my son, No." Frank added.


"Mr. Potter, I am Lt. Alex Bellow of Internal Affairs and I would like to ask you some questions about the night when you were with Officer Jameson Reagan and witnessed a crime."

Harry was sitting in an interrogation room with Mr. Bellow sitting across from him. Harry gave the man a slow nod.

"Did you know the deceased?"

"No"

"What were you doing there at the time of the crime?"

"I was walking with my friend, Jamie Reagan."

"And what did you see?"

"Two gun men threatening and manhandling two women ."

"Did you see how the deceased was killed?"

"No. When I arrived the gun man had already been hit."

"What were you and Officer Reagan doing at china town?"

"We were going to eat dinner."

"What is the nature of your relationship with Officer Reagan?"

"I'm sorry, what is the significance of that information?"

"Just answer the question Mr. Potter."

Harry cocked his head, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm here of my own free will, you can't actually interrogate me." Harry snapped, standing up.

"Mr. Potter, please take your seat." Mr. Bellow demanded.

"No, thank you." Harry responded, making his way to the door.

Bellow stood in front of the door.

"This is a formal investigation Mr. Potter, as an eye witness you can not refuse to cooperate." Bellow said through clenched teeth.

"You can not detain me here, or force me to do anything. I have cooperated enough." Harry spat, pulling out his phone.

"Mr. Potter, what do you think you're doing?" Bellow asked, approaching Harry, who took one step back for every step forward Bellow took.

"I am being detained and forced to talk against my will." Harry told the person on the other line without any greeting whatsoever.

Harry turned to Bellow, offering him his phone.

Bellow, looking angry, took the phone.

"Mr. Potter has an obligation to-" Bellow started angrily only to phone, only to quiet down.

"I see. Yes sir." He said, before passing the phone back to Harry.

"Thank you." Harry told the guy on the other line before ending the call.

Bellow opened the door for him, face showing just how happy he was to be doing so.

Harry left, dialing Jamie's number.

"We need to talk."


"You're nobility?!"

Harry nodded.

Jamie sat down.

"So that's how you got that publication ban." Jamie said, running a hand down his face.

"I was just going to do the interview, but Bellow was going too far, asking things that had nothing to do with the case. I had to pull my immunity card. I'm sorry Jamie." Harry apologized.

"No, don't apologize. I appreciate that you put yourself out like that even though you didn't have to. Just be careful, this is definitely going to get a lot of people interested in you." Jamie replied.

"So who did you call?" Jamie asked after a moment of staring at each other in silence.

"The President." Harry replied with a laugh.

Jamie's jaw dropped.

"The President? of America?!" He demanded.

"He's always been good to me, his cousin is actually a friend of mine back home. I think he likes looking out for me." Harry shared.

Jamie stared at Harry, before shaking his head with a smile.

"Syd and I fought about it yesterday. It's like she thought I should have called 911 and walked away." Jamie told him, looking frustrated.

"She's just worried about you." Harry told him.

"I know." Jamie conceded with a deep sigh.


"He's nobility?!"

Jamie nodded.

"And he never told you?" Sydney demanded.

"It- It never came up." Jamie replied.

"There's something off about that guy, Jamie. Like he's hiding something, and his political status is the least of it." Sydney ranted.

"How do you know he doesn't have some kind of agenda? How can you trust him?" Sydney asked.

"Syd, he doesn't have an ag-" Jamie tried to say as Sydney cut him off.

"You can't possibly know that. He hid being noble from you, there's no telling what else he's hiding. Plus why can't he clear the investigation? He was an eye witness! He's hanging you out to dry Jamie." Sydney accused.

Jamie stared at her.

"Are you done?" Jamie asked, irritated.

"Harry tried, the guy from IA is digging deeper into this than there is. He crossed the line with Harry and Harry wasn't gong to take it. It's not his fault IA points a very keen and thorough eye whenever the Reagan name pops up." Jamie defended.

"Yeah, but because he won't let them put his name or face in the papers it looks like you did something wrong. Like your witness won't corroborate your story and it's looking like your in trouble and the commissioner is helping." Sydney said.

"But Harry did corroborate my story, and my dad didn't help." Jamie told her.

"I know that, but people don't. Because of that publication ban, people think your dad is hiding the witness because he's going to tell a different story. They're going to think there's foul play when the witness corroborates anonymously." Sydney explained, with a frustrated look on her face.

"There's nothing we can do about that, Sydney. We know the truth, and his statement counts at IA, which is what matters. We just have to wait for IA's verdict and live with it." Jamie shrugged.


"We have witnesses that saw you earlier talking with a woman with red hair, Your buddy no where to be found. You care to tell me who that is?" Bellow questioned.

"You kidding?" Jamie replied.

Bellow had been questioning him for a while already, he always circled back to Harry's involvement. It seemed to Jamie that the president's interference made IA even more paranoid about Harry. He kept asking why were they there, not taking 'we're friends.' for an answer. Danny was working on the case in china town, which made Jamie feel better, knowing Danny would find those guys no matter what. He told Bellow that she had been a tourist asking for directions and that he didn't know her name or contact information since they only met for a few seconds. Bellow was like a dog with a bone, relentless. Jamie didn't know what to do about the FBI agent, and Harry couldn't come up with any solutions either.

"We're gonna leave no stone un-turned." Bellow warned.

"I expect nothing less." Jamie replied, before leaving.


Harry stopped walking, looking around. The hairs on the back of his hair standing up.

"Harry?"

Harry turned back to Ben.

"Sorry, I thought I saw something. Here you go Ben." Harry said, giving Ben the food.

"Thanks Harry."

Harry smiled as he walked away, smile fading away as he got further. He looked around, suspicious.

There was no one around aside from Ben walking the other way, singing to himself. He was being watched.

"Careful there Harry, starting to sound like Mad-eye." He mumbled to himself, shaking his head.

He was just being paranoid.


Agent Bellow was the investigator on Joe's case. -Jamie

"A Lt. Bellow from IA came to see me today." Sydney said, grabbing Jamie's attention.

Jamie put his phone down on the table and faced the bed where Sydney was sitting up.

"He uh, asked me if we had a fight yesterday and if everything was alright between us. I told him, everything was fine. But the truth is, Jamie, I really don't know." Sydney said, voice shaking.

"Even when you're here, you're not here." She said shakily.

"That's not true, Syd." Jamie replied.

"Even more after you met Harry." She continued tearfully.

"He asked about Harry too, if you guys were really friends. I said yes, of course. You spend more time at his cafe than in this apartment." Sydney said, laughing tearfully.

"Syd." Jamie replied, unsure of what to say.

Sydney threw the covers back, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Jamie, my boss offered me a really great opportunity to work on a big case for the firm... in London for six months." She told him.

"London. Syd, I- I can't-" Jamie tried to reply, standing up from the couch.

"I know you can't, Jamie. But I can. and uh.. I want to." Sydney said, looking him in the eyes.

They stared at each other.

"Syd, I was meant to do this job." Jamie replied.

"I know that." Sydney said, standing up and walking towards Jamie.

"And I- I love you too much to stand in your way." She told him.

"And I can sense that you and Harry..." She added.

"Syd, I told you nothing is go-" Jamie tried to say.

"I know that, Jamie. I know you would never cheat on me, but that doesn't change the fact that you talk to Harry about things you never felt comfortable talking to me about. You don't treat him like a normal friend, he's different. You may be with me physically, but emotionally, you're with Harry." She told him sadly.

Jamie gaped at her.

"I know you both don't realize it yet, Harry's too nice to ever even think about being with you while you're with me. I'm not blind, Jamie. We've been drifting apart for a while now, and by the time I realized it and tried to come back to you, you had already unknowingly found someone else." Sydney said, silent tears running down her face.

They both looked at her hand, where she was removing the ring he had given her. She placed it in his hand.

"Ask Harry if he can knows a place I can get a flat for lease in London." She said with a sad laugh before running to the bathroom.


"So the FBI woman came forward?" Harry asked, placing a scotch in front of Jamie.

They were sat in the same booth they always lounged in after Harry closes up the cafe.

"Yeah, with the same story I told Bellow." Jamie replied, nodding in thanks for the drink.

"That's troubling." Harry said, slumping down, putting his feet up on the seat.

"Lucky, but at the same time, not good." Jamie agreed, letting his head fall back against the seat.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, eyeing him worriedly.

Jamie laughed emptily.

"Syd left me." He said.

"Oh, Jamie." Harry said, sitting up.

He scooted over to Jamie's side of the booth, wrapping an arm around Jamie's shoulder.

Jamie slumped forward, pushing his forehead onto Harry's chest.

"It'll be okay, you'll be okay." Harry murmured, rubbing Jamie's back.

They stayed there for a while; Jamie not saying a word, and Harry pretending his shirt wasn't getting soaked.