Before he leaves for the night, Jamie gets a comprehensive list of everything Eddie needs from her apartment. It includes four words in her messy handwriting: go-bag - bottom of closet.

"And I want my sweatshirt back!" she calls after him as he leaves. He just shakes his head.

He takes a cab back to Eddie's apartment and leaves the meter running while he runs up to get her bag. Then he goes to his own place back in Brooklyn. Erin brought his car back from the 12th the day before and it's right where she promised it'd be. There's not a scratch on it, even though he could swear one shot hit the car and even though Erin drove all the way to Brooklyn in it.

Inside, his apartment feels frozen in time - they way your house always does when you've left for a while. He drops the go-bag next to the door so he can't forget, pulls off the sweatshirt and drops it on top, and goes to shower. For the first time in forever, it feels too quiet with just him. The silence blankets everything.

When the gets out of the shower, he changes into pajamas and flips the TV on quietly in his room - less to watch and more to give him some noise. He lays in bed in the dim light - the screen flickering across the walls and the constant glow of the city outside keep him from ever being in full darkness - and it's impossible to sleep. It's not quiet and it's not dark, and it almost never is, but tonight he can't stop thinking. Every time he closes his eyes he sees the blood on the snow. And with his eyes open he just thinks over what Renzulli said, and Danny, and the hundreds of comments from Erin over the years. How could be be so stupid?

At 12:22, Jamie is still wide awake, staring at the bright green numbers on the clock and listening to the constant hum of the city below him. He can't stop thinking about where he was at 12:22 only three days ago. He was so sure that he was going to lose her - just like he'd lost Vinny. But he didn't lose her - she'll still always be right there beside him, but it won't be the same. He can't decide what to think about Renzulli's announcement. He doesn't want a new partner, especially one he might not even know, but he does want Eddie. His mind spins the situation around every possible way, and just can't let it go.

Sometime around one in the morning, Jamie drifts off into a restless sleep. He's still tormented by the flashes of memory in his mind's eye - sometimes so vivid that we wakes with a start, breathing rapidly and close to tears. Each time he wakes up like this he can't help but wonder how Eddie's doing back at the hospital. He wonders if her night has been like his or, more likely, worse.

When he gets up to Eddie's room it's later than usual - just before noon. She's sitting cross-legged on the bed, blankets drawn up over her legs, and her hair is wet. She's talking quietly with his dad, who's sitting in the corner.

"Commissoner," he says, walking in and setting Eddie's bag on the foot of the bed.

"Jamie."

"Dad," he amends. "What are you doing up here this morning?"

"I thought I'd come talk with Officer Janko here, see how's she's doing. And I'd like to speak with you."

"Oh boy."

"It won't kill you. C'mon, let's leave your... Let's leave her to get ready to leave," Frank Reagan says, leading Jamie into the hall.

"Do I call her your girlfriend?" his father asks quietly. That's possibly the last thing Jamie expected to hear from his dad, and it takes him a moment to process it before his brain starts working again.

"I don't know?" he says, more like a question than an answer. "I take it you heard about Renzulli's plan."

"Oh, yes." Frank nods very seriously. "Money's exchanging hands today in the NYPD."

"Can't wait for Sunday dinner," Jamie laughs nervously. "And havin' to talk with Danny later..."

"Jamie, I still expect to see you at dinner Sunday."

"Yes, sir, I know."

"I want you to stay with her for the week though. Until Erich Dreher is locked up and we know she'll be safe on her own, and she's doing better with that gunshot wound, you don't leave her alone."

"So I'm the police presence except I also have to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid? Yeah, I can do that. I already do."

"Good. We'll see you two Sunday." His father turns away and heads toward the elevators with his security detail as the realization dawns on Jamie.

"Wait, what?" he calls after his father. Frank doesn't turn around, but Jamie can tell he's laughing.

His phone rings in his pocket as Eddie walks out into the hall, trying to pull her jacket on without moving too much. Danny the screen reads, so he accepts the call.

"Hey, Danny, what's up?" he answers, holding one finger up to Eddie. One minute.

"...That's good. Yeah, I'm sure she can ID him," he says after a moment. There's another short pause as Danny speaks.
"I don't think that'll go over well... Because they hate each other for one."

"What?" Eddie stage whispers to him. He just shakes his head.

"Okay, we'll see you soon. Bye," he slides the phone back into his jacket pocket, then takes a deep breath before he explains:

"Danny and Baez got a warrant to search Erich Dreher's place for the gun. They found it, and they've got him in custody right now. So you're gonna have to ID him," he looks to Eddie. "They're also goin' down to the prison to talk to Armin. And - now this is the fun part - they've tracked down your mother and brought her down to the precinct all the way from Poughkeepsie - you never told me you were from Poughkeepsie, by the way - to find out what she knows about our friend Dreher..."

"Oh God, what'd she do," Eddie sighs.

"Well, she's clearly not a fan of the NYPD, but instead of outright refusing to speak to the detectives... she's talking, but exclusively in Serbian."

"No..." Eddie covers her face, horrified.

"Danny wants you to talk to her and translate for them."

"Two problems with that-"

"Yeah... That's when I said it wouldn't go over well."

"One: I'm NYPD, if you didn't know, and she has a bit of thing against us. Two: On all levels except legal my mother disowned me when she found out I was dropping out of the NYU Finance program to pursue criminal justice. So, yeah. She will not talk to me."

"Understandable. Either way, we're going down to the 5-4 to help everyone's favorite detectives. Come on, Janko, let's get out of here," Jamie smiles, putting an arm around her shoulders like always. She leans into him, reaching up to take his hand.