AN: PLEASE REREAD THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE A VERY IMPORTANT LINE WAS CUT OUT. deepest apologies for the long wait, but only one chapter to go after this one! Also give me a follow on TUMBLR at kittiesgalore101 and check out my latest post on INSTAGRAM xxbluebloodsxx. -kg101

The Reagan men sat silently on their two and a half hour flight to Waterloo. Not only because the cabin of the NYPD's secondary jet was oddly loud, but because they simply had nothing to say to each other.

Frank, Danny, and Jamie were on a plane to Iowa, accompanied by New York's finest tactical team, to arrest a man all thirty-five thousand police officers considered trustworthy. Someone that was family to the Reagans, and they were family to him.

Someone who spent more hours than just eight to five at the office, going out of his way on a daily basis to help out officers that kept him and his city safe. Someone who they now had an arrest warrant for on charges of murder of a federal officer, accessory to the murder of a police officer, and accessory to the attempted murder of a police officer.

Nerves began to build as the pilot announced they'd landed. The plane de-boarded and the cavalry discreetly made their way to the TSA control center.

"You know, this whole thing sounds like the punchline of a horrible pun," Danny remarked.

"Can you imagine what our grandchildren will think of this? After hours of high-octane cop stories we tell them, 'then he was finally defeated at Waterloo. And no, we were are not so old that we were there when Napoleon surrendered'," Jamie smiled along with his brother.

Frank just followed along behind his sons and security detail, he remained solemn, like he had been for the past four days.

"Long time, no see, partner," Danny caught Baez's attention as the entered the room where she and Baker had set up shop.

"Hey yourself!" she called with a smile.

"Did 'ya miss me?" Danny smirked.

"Miss you, no. Worried sick about you, yes."

Danny intended to continue their banter when his father walked in, snapping the four detectives to attention.

"Sir," Baker was the first to stand, ready to give a full situation report.

"As you were," the tension lifted. "Now tell me the plan," Frank ordered.

"Well, we have a plain clothes Air Marshal tailing him, last report said, 'target is stationary, uncrowded area, move in now'. Our cue?"

"Grab your Kevlar and make it quick," Frank ordered as he unholstered and reloaded his gun.

The Tac-Team moved in quietly, trying their best to clear the line of fire of civilians. The four detectives stayed close behind, with the commissioner keeping in cadence close behind them. And then they stopped, because there he was, twenty feet in front of them, surrounded. With no where to run, and no where to hide.

Garrett Moore weighed his options. He was wanted for the murder of a federal officer, and a police officer, the two combined was a death sentence. So he made a choice. In his coat pocket was a gun, a gun he intended to use. Garrett placed his hand on that gun and looked straight ahead, into the eyes of the man who was at the center of the mess he'd created. They made eye contact, and exchanged glances which spoke louder than words.

And while still staring into Frank's eyes, Garrett took out the gun, held it to his head, and pulled the trigger.

AN: OMG GUYS I LEFT OUT THE LAST LINE I'M SO SORRY