"Commissioner." Baker greeted when she walked into his office. She didn't know how she was going to tell him that Danny was taken in Chicago...

"Baker..." He responded, looking up from his computer to his left hand.

"I've just recieved word that Detectives Curatola and Reagan were ambushed in Chicago. Curatola is in the hospital with abdomen gun wounds, but Danny was..." She cleared her throat slowly. "Taken."

"Have you assembled the rest of my family yet? Told them to get up here?"

"Linda is bringing the kids asap, Henry and Nicky are on their way..."

"What about Jamie and Erin?"

"Jamie said he needed to finish his tour with Officer Renzulli, and Erin... Erin left for Chicago from your house about an hour ago. Henry told me when I called him."

"Any plausible suspects?"

"Detective Curatola told me that they were all Chicago cops..."

"So, they are some kind of dirty cop group?"

"I believe so, sir."

Frank sat back in his chair, pursing his lips. "Thank you Baker." He dismissed and she nodded before walking out.

"I do not need medical attention!" Jackie grunted, her hand pressured over the bullet wound. Lizzie just laughed, she couldn't wait to see how crazy the morphine drip would make her.

"C'mon," Lizzie slowly helped Jackie out of the car and into the emergency entrance of the hospital. Once they were fifty feet into the hospital Jackie collapsed. Immediately she was surrounded by a group of doctors who immediately put Jackie on a bed and whisked her away to surgery.

Lizzie was worried about Jackie, but she knew it would be a while before she knew anything. Lizzie was planning on staring at the nurses run in and out of the ER when her phone rang. Irritated, she picked it up.

"Hello, just calling to see how everything is going." The same male voice from earlier greeted.

"Who are you? What happened to the female agent that introduced me to this project?"

"She no longer works here, I'm afraid. So where are you? Are you with Detectives Reagan and Curatola?" He seemed almost concerned for her. Lizzie had to control herself otherwise she would start laughing like she did when things got stupid.

Lizzie took a deep breath. Who knew if this was a good guy or not. Well, not much more damage he could do anyways. "Reagan was taken, and Curatola is currently getting prepped for surgery as we speak. She was shot."

"Are you with her?" He asked, seeminh slightly concerned.

"Yes sir." Lizzie nodded until she realized he couldn't see him.

"Which hospital?" He continued.

"Rush." She bit.

"Alright. I will be there soon." She heard the click of the phone. Lizzie sighed. Who the hell was this guy?

Danny lost track of time. Whatever drugs they gave him fuzzed up his vision and made it really hard for him to speak or move.

All Danny could think about was the look of desperation in the bubble gum lawyer's eyes. For him. Almost like she knew him.

Jackie had said that she thought the girl reminded her of Lizzie. Part of Danny wanted to believe that Lizzie was still out there somewhere. Snd that was not because of the fact that when Joe died the body was still beyond identification or repair despite one shot to the abdomen being the end of his life.

Both bodies were not recognizable, so maybe they were just fakes. Danny had considered that the first time around but had quickly dismissed the idea when his father gave him that disgraced look.

Maybe Lizzie was still alive. But if that were the case, she could be just about anywhere. She could be sitting in a cold abandoned warehouse in the darkness or striding around a free woman. Who knew.

He would hold out a very slight hope that his baby brother and niece would someday come back. His mother woild never come back. Danny had watched her slowly go, her body deteriorating.

At some point the car stopped moving. He had gone in and out of consciousness for a while. As a trained police officer, he knew he had to stay awake at all times to try to commence an escape.

But it was pointless. Danny was chained to the bottom of the van. He was blindfolded, his mouth was duct taped, and his hands and feet all shackled to the bottom.

Danny was angry. He knew he should use that energy to get himself out of this mess, but he had no idea what he was up against. Two or three men opened the back hatch and climbed in. "What do you think they're going to do with him?" One asked.

"Who knows," the other retorted. "All I know is that I'm going to go out for pizza and a beer tonight once we get the cash." The two high fived. "Care to join?"

"Of course! New York pizza is the best!"

Danny's head popped up on instinct. They were back in New York! That made all of this shit a hell of a lot easier! He was in a city where every single person on the streets would recognize him! Man, these people need to get their stuff straightened out.

The two man slowly started dragging Danny out of the car. Danny debated how to strike the guys so he could get free, but he saw no possible methods. He was still completely numb, and no doubt they weren't going to stop drugging him until they reached their final destination.

After being marched like a prisoner for a while, the two men released him and a door slammed. Danny stood there, still chained up like an animal, probably being inspected or whatever by the man in charge. And whoever the hell was in charge was going to get it.

"Strip him down." Someone ordered and he felt his jacket shrugged off his shoulders before his shirt and pants, being left in only his briefs and undershirt. He couldn't see, or talk, or move. "Put him up there and come with me. We have some more work to do first." Soon Danny was lifted up onto a chair of some sort before he felt his hands yanked above him and they hung him down from the ceiling.

Then the door slammed and they were gone.

"Are you Ms. Elizabeth Reagan?" The man with the sunglasses asked when he approached her. Lizzie scoffed, wasn't she still supposed to be the lawyer person? Lizzie nodded regardless, giving up on this whole thing. Her Uncle Danny was gone, Jackie got shot because of her, and who knows what else happened because she had to get the Reagans involved in her family affair. Her parents were dead! Her father was dead! And yet they were still after her...

"I need you to listen to me. That agent, the one who recruited you, she is a part of the bad guy group. She wanted you in that group so she could have a reason to kill you off and then bring you back as a sort of trophy to the Reagans... But that wasn't her only goal. This group of people wants to get all of the Reagans, including you, so that the Commissioner will agree to give up his position and jurisdiction."

"Well they already have Danny, and he is the greatest out of the three."

"Four. There are four of us."

"My Uncle Joe died in a shooting. I never met him, and from what I understand he died a hero, he was a cop just like all the rest of them. That's why Jamie dropped out of Harvard Law, to honor his brother that had died in the field. There are three of them left, and we cannot lose anymore." She looked down sadly. "It's weird how much I have grown to love all of the Reagans. They are the greatest group of people I have ever met in my whole life."

"They have that effect on people. And what about you? You're a Reagan."

Lizzie sighed. "All I have done is brought trouble to them. My mother got raped, that's the reason I am here! And she was afraid of him going after her so she got rid of me. Now Danny is gone... Joe is gone..."

"For the record, you did meet your Uncle Joe. He found out about you when he found pictures of you in your mother's drawer. He went straight to your grandmother and demanded answers. The next time she came to visit you, he came along as well. You were so cute with your little brown hair and brown eyes, running around, singing. You wouldn't let him go. You used to call him Uncle O.."

Lizzie gasped. Why had it taken her so long to figure this one out..? "Uncle Joe?" She couldn't help herself and threw herself at him, happy to have a Reagan to hug at the current moment. And then the waterworks started. Lizzie couldn't help herself. "I don't know what to do and Danny's gone and my mom is probably mortified and Jackie..." She said and hiccuped. She squeezed him as tightly as she could.

"Kid, take it easy. We got all day to talk about all of this stuff. We're here to make sure Jackie's okay."

"How do you know Jackie, exactly?"

He seemed to get a little pink when she asked him that. "She's a member of the Reagan Initiative. Look, I don't know how you got dragged into this mess. Once we're done here you are going back to stay with my dad and grandpa. It is safest for you there."

"What is this Reagan Initiative thing?" Lizzie continued, annoyed he was going to shut her out of all future plans because she was too young. He was probably right, she could not count the number of dumb things she had down while on this undercover thing. "Please tell me! I know there are dirty cops in New York and Chicago and they want to take down the Reagans... but what does that have to do with us?"

"We need to take them down and protect all of the Reagans in the process..."

"You're a Reagan!" Lizzie argued.

"Yeah! A dead one!"

"So am I! They cannot kidnap people who are dead!" Lizzie smiled, proud of herself for coming up with that one.

"Family of Jacqueline Curatola..." A nurse called out. Both Joe and Lizzie rose, looking at each other.

"She is probably high, so maybe you should not tell her you're Danny's dead brother."

Joe laughed. "Sure." He put his sunglasses on his face, and for some apparent reason she thought of Maverick from Top Gun. Joe did not seem to notice that Lizzie started humming Take My Breath Away on the walk to Jackie's room.

Seeing that she was still unconscious, Lizzie slowly walked in and sat down in one of the chairs. Joe did the same on the other side.

"Jackie told me she and her mom have a crappy relationship, and that she would do anything for the Reagans..." Lizzie looked down at her still body, bandages wrapped around her middle and a canula in her nose. "She told me she would be my cool adopted aunt. And what did I do? Got myself involved with an agent that is a member of the Blue Templar!"

Lizzie grasped Jackie's hand in her own before throwing her head down against the railing of the bed. Joe just sat there, the only noise in the room the sound of the beeper counting off Jackie's heartbeat.

"Secretary to the Commissioner. Baker speaking." Abigail greeted the person calling her on her office phone. She had a pencil and pad at the ready, to write down scheduling for the Commissioner, or perhaps a phone number for him to call?

"Ah good. Abigail. It's Joe Reagan."

"I am sorry, I am not sure I understand." Baker had been working under Frank for a long time now. She had seen his good side, bad side, and sad side, the latter of which was caused by the death of a certain son of his. She felt awful for him, watching him mourn his wife and then his son.

"Yes it is the dead Joe Reagan. Just believe me on this one. I am with Detective Curatola now, and we both agree you should be on our team for this."

"For what exactly?" Baker leaned back in her chair, eyeballing the door to the Commissioner's Office.

"The Blue Templar has spread to Chicago. That is what took Danny. You need to make sure all of the Reagans stay in one spot with police protection. These guys come in groups of ten or twenty. And you cannot say a word to any of them. It will put everyone at risk."

So will you join the Reagan Initiiave?"

"Yes." Baker declared. "I'll do it."

"What is going on Grandpa?" Nicky asked, watching her cousins, aunt, and great grandfather sit in her grandfather's living room. They all looked extremely worried. She didn't know where her uncles and mom were. And the last time that they were gathered like this, one of them had ended up dead.

Her grandfather just avoided her eye contact and looked away. "Is something wrong? Is everyone okay?" When he didn't answer Nicky's suspicions were confirmed. There was a chance she would never see her uncles or mom again. Nicky gulpled.

She had lost her grandma, then her uncle, then her sister...

Nicky gulped, holding back an urge to cry. She looked over at her grandpa, then over to the rest of her family. Her cousins appeared so carefree, and her aunt looked worried. She needed a hug...

Walking over to Linda, she sat down next to her aunt. She sighed. "Something is wrong, isn't it?" Taking a deep breath, she realized that she was on the verge of tears.

Her aunt nodded, patting her legs. Nicky laid her head in her aunt's lap, and let her aunt stroke her hair. It was then she gave silent tears for her mother and sister.

"Erin, where are you?" Jamie's voice rang desperately through the phone. He was getting worried that his sister wasn't picking up.

"I just got off a plane. I'm in Chicago. What's wrong?" Erin stopped at a booth in the airport to get a coffee.

"Danny got taken. The whole family is on lockdown. You need to get back here as soon as possible." Jamie was sitting in his car outside of his dad's house after finishing his tour. It was a miracle that her father hadn't sent headhunters after him and Renzulli right away.

"But if he was taken in Chicago, that means he is still here! We need to find him!" Erin argued, irritated her brother thought she couldn't take care of herself, like always.

"Er, this is the Blue Templar we are dealing with!"

"That's not a real thing. Grandpa used to tell us stories about that when we were kids.."

"Yes it is! They killed Joe! And there is a possibility they killed Lizzie..."

That got Erin's attention. "Does Dad know about this?"

"No. I got asked to join a task force by some red headed lady who approached me on the street. Told me Joe was involved was with them and I didn't believe them. Now I do. Since you're in Chicago, you should check on Jackie."

"Why? What happened to Jackie?"

"She got shot trying to protect Danny."

Jackie woke up several hours after her surgery. She looked over to see "Call me Joe" snoozing in one of the chairs, and the bubble gum lawyer grasping her hand, asleep with her face shoved into the bed.

Jackie coughed to cause a flood of nurses running into her room, adjusting her wires, asking her if she felt okay. Apart from it feeling like someone punched her in the stomach, she was fine.

Wait.

She was shot.

She had forgotten about that.

Her and Danny were- Danny. Her partner. Her best friend. She let him get taken... at least she had saved the lawyer.

The lawyer...

He said he wanted both of them.

There were two Reagans at that scene. One of them was gone, and she managed to save the other. At least that made sense now. She looked over at the girl grasping her hand and smiled. All the noise had woken her up.

"Lizzie?" She whispered.