A/N Hi again! *waves* These are such fun characters to write about. :-) Here we go!

Two and Half Weeks Later

In the early hours of the morning the 12th precinct was quiet. Sgt. Renzulli sat at his desk reading through his e-mail. He looked up to see Jamie settling in at the admin desk, sipping some coffee and flipping through a handful of forms as he got ready for another day of ass-duty. Renzulli couldn't put his finger on it but something seemed different about the younger cop—he couldn't pin point it but he had a pretty good idea. "Hey, Reagan. Can you step in to my office for a sec?"

Jamie stepped around the doorway. "Sure, boss." He leaned against the door jamb. "What's up?"

The sargeant got up and motioned for him to take a seat. "I just got a few things we need to go over." He leaned against the edge of the desk. "What's been going on with you, kid? You look kinda different or something."

Jamie wasn't sure how to answer the question. "I don't know what you mean, sarge? Just the same old me." He turned his Starbucks cup in his hand. His lousy poker face betraying him again.

"There just seems to be something different. Like you smile all the time and it seems like your preoccupied a lot. Everything okay with you?"

Did he look different? He felt a little different but laughed it off. "All the desk time must be taking its toll on me. Just ready to get back to the street I guess. But my work's been okay, though, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course. It's perfect as usual." Renzulli decided to get to the reason he called Jamie in. "And you can relax now because you're not going to be chained to a desk no more. The shooting team completed their report and determined that the shoot was clean. So you can start driving again."

Jamie knew the shooting team would rule in his favor but he was relieved to have it over with. "That's great news! Thanks."

"But your RMP time is gonna be limited, Reagan, because there's something else I need to share." He reached around on his desk and picked up a folder. "About two and half weeks ago the captain and I sent a recommendation for your promotion up to One PP."

Jamie was taken by surprise. He sat up straighter in the chair, trying to process the news. "A promotion?"

The sergeant liked that he'd been able to maintain the element of surprise. "That's right. Your promotion to sergeant is effective immediately." He held the folder out to him and shook his hand. "Congratulations. You deserve it, kid."

Jamie was stunned. He stood up and opened the folder. Inside was an official document with his new rank and name, Sergeant Jamison Reagan, in large black lettering on the citation. "I don't know what to say, sarge."

"Don't thank me, Reagan. You're an excellent cop and you deserve it. And I don't mind taking a little credit myself, being your training officer and all." He liked Reagan, always had, and was genuinely happy for him.

"Thanks, sarge. I'm lucky I've been able to work with you."

"I appreciate that, but you've done it all Reagan and it shoulda happened a long time ago." Renzulli moved back around to his desk chair. "And one more thing, the Boston PD commissioner sent a letter down here recommending you for the Medal for Valor for pulling that little girl out of the harbor."

Jamie's brows wrinkled. "That's nice and all but I don't think it would be right. I wasn't on duty. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I wanted to help her."

"I know and I'm glad to hear you feel that way because you're right, it would go against department regulations regarding commendations since you were off duty." He pulled out another folder. "However, I asked the captain to sign an MFR that will go in your permanent record along with the Boston commissioner's request. So the event and the recommendation will still be in your file."

"Thanks, sarge. I really appreciate it."

"Don't mention it. I'm a regular Santy Clause this morning, huh?" He leaned back in his chair assessing Jamie. "I'm gonna be one of the sergeants showing you the ropes of your new role, kid. We'll be peers now so I hope that's still okay?"

"Yeah, of course, why wouldn't it be?" Another relationship was on different footing now. He liked it but he would have to get used to it, just like with Eddie.

Renzulli eyed him. "Something on your mind, Reagan?"

He chuckled to himself. "I guess I thought it would feel different, but it doesn't."

The sarge stretched his arms up around behind his head, clasping his hands behind his neck. "Until your neck is out on a limb, and then you'll feel it, Reagan. And sometimes that branch gets mighty cold and shaky when you have a lot of responsibility weighing on your shoulders. But you're ready for it. You have been for a long time."

"Thanks for the confidence, boss."

A suspicious smile spread across Renzulli's face. "You sure there isn't anything you want to share with the class, kid?"

"No, sarge. I've just been thinking about change lately. And this will mean some changes, too, I guess."

"That's right. But those will be good changes." He leaned forward on the desk. "Especially with you and Janko. You've ridden together for a long time. You two gonna be okay with this?"

Jamie's eyes were still on his promotion citation. Even though he knew his partnership with Eddie had already ended for all intents and purposes, his promotion would solidify it. "Yeah, sarge. It's a good thing."

Renzulli eyed him. "Now see? There you go again with that weird look. You look all dreamy or something."

Jamie laughed as he reached to open the door. "Give me a break."

"I wanna see that steely—eyed lawyer I know and respect."

"Get outta here."

"Eye of the tiger, Reagan! Eye of the tiger, my friend!"

Jamie reached in to his pocket for his phone. After setting the citation down on his desk, he held it over the document and took a picture. He messaged it to Eddie and texted her a note…

Will wonders never cease?

He waited for her response, hoping she was up early. Suddenly his phone beeped with a call. Eddie's name glowed on the caller ID screen. He walked around the corner as he answered it. "Hey, I hope I didn't wake you or anything."

Eddie's voice was deep and still filled with sleep. "Good morning, Sgt. Jamison Reagan." She chuckled softly. "I'm so proud of you, Jamie! When did you find out?"

He kept his voice down. "I just got out of Renzulli's office." He could hear the sound of her stretching and yawning, her sheets rustling, as she woke up. He imagined her in bed, just as she had been next to him a few short weeks earlier. "You still in bed, sleepy head?"

"Well for some of us who don't have to report to work until eight, six a.m. is kind of early."

He smiled. Renzulli was right—maybe he did have a ridiculous expression all the time now?

She curled in to her pillows, her voice a whisper. "I'm so happy for you, Jamie."

He leaned back against the wall. "Thanks. I had a great partner, remember?"

"You better believe it!" She yawned again. "When is it effective?"

"Immediately, so we're just beginning to work out the details."

She sighed. "I'm sorry I'm not there." She touched her finger to her phone, tracing her fingertip around the end where his voice was.

"Me too." He glanced at the ceiling. He was hesitant to ask her how much longer she'd be in Boston for fear that it would make him sound like he was just interested in sex. Not that he wasn't, but everything was still new and Boston seemed far away.

"I'll be back next week." She said as though she had read his mind. "We can celebrate."

"I'd like that. It's a date." More uniformed officers were filing in for their day tours so he walked further down the hall.

"I'll cook."

He laughed in to the phone. "You cook? Since when?"

She chuckled again. "Since forever. That surprises you?"

"Yeah. I mean, you love to eat out and know every restaurant in town."

"That's just because I'm a cop and due to my work I eat out a lot. Okay, and maybe because I do like to eat out. But I'm also a great cook, just like my mom was."

More little secrets he was learning about her. "Okay, we're on." He turned his back to the commotion behind him, speaking quietly. "Everything ok with you and Santos and the program?"

"Yeah, all good. Catching bad guys."

"I'm glad. Be safe, okay? I'm really proud of you. But I'm glad you'll be home next week."

Home, she thought to herself. Home meant where he was. "Me, too." She could hear the sounds of the precinct in the background, familiar voices as they got ready for assembly. "Sounds like roll call."

"Yeah, it's getting a little crazy here. I better go."

"I'm glad you called. And congrats on the promotion, Jamie. I'm really, really proud of you. And…um…" Her voice was hesitant. They had whispered things to each other in bed, in the heat of passion, but not really in normal conversation. It was all new and awkward but in a wonderful way. "I miss you."

"Me, too." He felt warm from his head to his feet. "I'll call ya later." As he blended in with the other officers, heading for roll call, he thought about what Renzulli said. Eddie made him happy and maybe it showed and suddenly next week was more important to him than a gold shield.

A/N Thanks for reading! And also thank you so very much for your reviews and encouragement! Really neat to read what people think of the story. :-)