Author's Note: So here it is, the big end to the chapter for G. I honestly thought a lot about this chapter and how it should go, as I had so many options of how to do it and what Anthony Vasquez wanted with Jamie, and I thought that this was my best option out of the ideas that I had in my brain. I honestly put all of my blood, sweat and tears into this chapter, as I wanted to make the wait worth your while. So here's the moment you've all been waiting for!

Disclaimer: I don't own Blue Bloods or any of the characters

K is for Kidnapped

Warning: There is some implied sexual activity without consent. If you do not wish to read it or if you find it offensive I suggest skipping this chapter.

Jamie had always hated the dark. You never could know what might be lurking within it, or what can happen if you don't pay attention while you were in it. Jamie found this out the hard way. And if you question the dark? Then you get punished.

In the week that he had been there, Jamie had not oncelost faith that he'd be found. He still prayed every night, like he was told, no matter how exhausted he was. The man never let him leave the room for more than five minutes at a time, and when he did it was only so he could go use the bathroom, other than that, he was trapped in his cold, dark prison. The man himself never physically harmed him, he had people for that. And even then, it wasn't that bad, just a few bruises and scratches were on his body.

Psychological harm however, was an entirely different ball game.

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Jamie had been gone for a week, and the entire family was feeling it hard. He was the glue that held this family together, the little ray of sunshine to dispel the gloom. And he was gone. The case so far had no concrete leads whatsoever, as the video surveillance from the store doesn't show the face of the man who entered the bathroom at all.

The atmosphere at the previous Sunday dinner was tense and quiet. Nobody dared to crack a joke without little Jamie to laugh at it. Every time someone went through the hallway upstairs, they stopped in front of Jamie's room, because they aren't used to it being so quiet.

Frank and Henry of course couldn't share many details of the case with the kids, but that didn't stop them from asking. Every time they did, one of them would say "We'll let you know when we have something." But nothing ever came.

Of course at this time the 48 hour critical point had been passed, and there wasn't much hope. Their neighbors sent their prayers, and asked them every day if they had come up with anything. Jamie's friends at school never took their eyes off his empty seat in class. The whole family was a mess. They even felt guilty eating ice cream without Jamie there, because even when the little one was sick and couldn't join them to eat, they'd always make sure someone brought some up to him and sat with him while he ate.

But there was nobody to take food to this time.

Danny had become distant and angry, even Linda couldn't cheer him up. Erin was overly focused on her school work, and refused to let anyone come in the way of it. And poor Joe, silent at school and at home, he barely ever came out of his room. It was clear the older Reagan siblings were missing something without their beloved fourth sidekick.

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Anthony Vasquez stared at the trembling 7 year-old in front of him. He was trying to formulate his plan. He didn't want to kill the kid, but he wanted to somehow weaken him, make him feel vulnerable.

The man walked up to the kid, one of his wrists handcuffed to the bed he slept on, which was just a metal frame with a blanket.

Jamie whimpered and tried to pull away from the man. He was tired, hungry and thirsty after only receiving one meal a day and being deprived of sleep. He just had to keep the hope that his family would find him eventually, he just wanted to go home.

"It's a shame about your family. They really tried hard." The man sneered

"What are you talking about?" The child croaked.

"They're not coming for you. Not that they were trying anyway."

Fear struck Jamie's heart "What are you talking about? Of course they're trying to find me. And they will find me!"

Anthony smirked and walked up to the child, handing him a small picture of a house that had been loaded with bombs. It wasn't really his house of course, but he had someone edit it to make it look like it was so the child would have no doubts.

The young boy widened his eyes "No! You're lying. My family loves me-"

"That's where you're wrong, you worthless piece of crap. We tried to get them to take you back, but they wouldn't. So we made them go boom. Now I have to put up with all your whining "

Jamie wrapped his arms around his knees and buried his head in his body, trying his best not to cry. He just couldn't believe it. His family loved him…right? They couldn't be dead…or could they?

"Don't cry. Real men don't cry. No girl's ever going to want you in this state. You've got to toughen up, stupid little weakling." Anthony pushed him off the bed and Jamie whimpered. "I'll be back later when you can actually handle it."

The man left angrily.

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Sunday came again all too soon. It had been two weeks, and still nothing on Jamie. Another two and it would be sent to the backburner, be made a cold case. The Reagans couldn't accept that, they wouldn't accept that. They'd get their baby boy back one way or another.

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Jamie sat on his metal bead, shaking. The past two weeks had been torture. Anthony's lies had started to get to him, he was facing the reality of possibly never getting out of there and, and even if he did, being without his family. Although it wouldn't matter because in his mind, they neither cared about nor loved him.

He was weak, thin and pale. Bruises and cuts littered his body, he could tell one wrist was broken. Luckily nothing too severe. All he could think about was sleep, food, and water. His captor had started to make him work, clean the filthy basement that was now his home, try and wash his single sheet, and other things that weren't at all necessary. He was exhausted by the end of the day, when he got his single meal that was often drugged with things to make him feel pain and be drowsy.

The one thing he was never allowed to do was go upstairs into the house. He was permanently trapped in the basement. He didn't have the courage to fight back or try and argue, if he did it would only earn him a smack or a punch, so he learned quickly to keep his mouth shut.

His brain was a nightmare. He feeling of loneliness wracked his body, feeling sad that nobody cared enough about him to try and save him from this endless nightmare. His face was constantly stained with tears.

Anthony opened the door to the basement. "Time to play little one" He walked over to Jamie and sat on the bed smirking. He was going to have fun.

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Yet again, mass was filled with silent prayers to bring back the youngest Reagan. The entire family was a mess without their glue, arguments happening twice a day, at any time of the day or night. They knew Sunday dinner would be stressful and quiet yet again, as it was the week before and had been in the house every day since Jamie went missing. Little did they know that they would get a phone call this Sunday dinner that would change the mood in the house.

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Jamie pulled his pants up and cried softly as Anthony pulled a gun. "It's time to say goodbye. Any last words?"

Jamie shook his head.

Anthony fired.

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That week the family decided that everyone should say grace together, and they kid. The passing of food and eating was done in silence. The somberity in the air was obvious, it nobody pointed it out. Like last week, nobody dared to do anything they knew would make Jamie laugh, as it wouldn't be the same without his cheerful laughter filling the room. Nobody truly ate, everyone picked at their plate and stared at the empty chair next to Joe.

The phone rang.

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Jamie threw himself aside. The bullet ricocheted off of the metal bed, before hitting Anthony square in the chest.

Jamie looked up and widened his eyes and the bleeding man in front of him. He put one hand on his chest, remembering what his dad told him to do if he saw someone bleeding. "Put pressure on it, son" the words echoed in his head.

With his free hand, Jamie reached into the man's pocket and called 911.

"911 what is your emergency? "The dispatch lady said politely.

Jamie started speaking shakily "H-hi. My name is Jamie Reagan. I'm 7 years old. I was kidnapped and the man accidentally shot himself. I don't know where I am. My daddy and grandpa are police." He was terrified, still keeping pressure on the bullet hole.

"Alright. Stay on the line with me okay? I've traced your call and I'm going to send some nice people to come and help you. What can you tell me about the man's wound?"

"He tried to shoot me but it missed and bounced and hit him in the chest. I don't think it hit his heart because he's not unconscious. It's bleeding but it doesn't look too bad. But you still need to get here quick. I think he's losing it." Jamie said, by now crying. He could hear sirens in the distance. "I hear them coming" He said weakly.

"I know. I'm going to hang up now okay? You do whatever the nice people ask you too. Everything will be alright, I will make sure your family knows you're okay." The dispatch lady hung up.

Jamie sat there while, holding the man's wound when several police officers and paramedics came into the room. He started sobbing "Please help him!" He called. Even with the hell he had endured recently, he still had concern for the man bleeding in front of him.

A police officer came over and uncuffed Jamie's wrist. "It's okay." Said the officer, who picked up the small boy and began carrying him outside to the waiting ambulance "Everything will be alright."

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Everyone looked at each other for a minute before Frank got up to answer the phone. "Hello? Yes-you…what? Is he alright? Where? Okay…okay we're on our way. Don't let them transport him until we get there." Frank hung up and rushed into where the family was eating dinner.

"Frank? What's wrong?" Asked Mary with concern.

A tear ran down Frank's face. "They found him…they found Jamie. And he's okay."

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Jamie squirmed nervously, sitting on the back of the ambulance. The paramedics had started cleaning his cuts and were examining the deep, red mark around his wrist. It was swollen and easy to tell it was broke, as he wasn't moving it and it looked off.

He just wanted to see someone he knew. Anyone. He was still crying, and still had blood on one hand from where he tried to save the man, who had already been taken away in an ambulance. Police officers swarmed the area, but Jamie didn't feel any relief until he saw a familiar car pull up across the street.

The first person to get out of the car was Mary. Then Frank, followed by Henry, Joe, Danny and finally Erin. Jamie squealed and wriggled from the grasp of the paramedics before running to his family. "Daddy!" He yelled as Frank picked him up and held him close.

Jamie was set down and hugged each individual family member. They took easy notice to his demeanour, his paleness, bruises, cuts, the fatigue and finally how skinny he had gotten in usch a short period of time.

Danny finally picked him up, strong enough to support his brother's weight. "How about we go to see the nice doctors and they will make sure you're okay? "

Jamie nodded and wrapped his small arms around Danny, who just held him tighter and carried him back to the ambulance.

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The family sat in the hospital waiting room as Jamie was examined, seeing as he as fairly calm by now and the doctors needed their space. Finally one came out to inform them. "Alright well Jamie is going to be fine. He has some cuts and bruises, those will heal. The laceration on his wrist is pretty deep so we had to clean it. That same wrist is broken, we believe probably from pulling on the handcuff he had on to try and get free. He's dehydrated and needs some food in his system, and otherwise he just needs sleep. Uh…we were informed that Anthony Vasquez, the kidnapper, died just a bit okay. We were also told that your son was trying to save him from bleeding out by putting pressure on the wound. You can all come see him if you like."

"Always like Jamie, trying to help everyone, even if they harmed him." Erin said, in awe of her baby brother.

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Jamie was awake but groggy when everyone filed in the room. He looked up at all of them before starting to sob. "H-he told me you were dead… and t-that you didn't l-love me."

Joe widened his eyes and went to comfort him by stroking his hair. "We're not going to leave you. And we all love you. We love you very much." Joe hummed to him and held him until Jamie fell asleep again.

The family sighed and sat down. They finally had their joy-filled little one back with them. And they would never let him go again.

Author's Note: Okay so I really hope I did this chapter justice and this is what you were looking for. I'm sorry it took so long but we lost internet and I obviously had no way of letting you know. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it and please read and review. I will get the next chapter up but I appreciate all letter suggestions because I am running out of ideas so anything helps. Anyway, until next time my lovelies.