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Jamie's POV
The funeral home was crowded, filled with a sea of blue. There were countless NYPD of various ranks chatting about. Many I recognized from my own experience on the job, others I recognized as friends of the family, remembering them from my childhood but there were a few I did not recognize at all.
My nerves were on edge not because of the questioning from fellow officers, but the reporters camped out on the sidewalk. Why couldn't they all just leave us alone?
"Jamie? What are you doing here? I thought you weren't going to be released for another week." Erin greets taking my free hand in hers, squeezing it tightly in her grip tears in her eyes.
"Dad and Danny bailed me out early, couldn't miss grandpa's farewell." I smile up at her knowing it didn't quite meet my eyes.
"I'm just glad we're all here." Erin smiles up at Danny, who was pushing my chair sense I could not get the hang of doing it one handed.
Before Danny can say anything he is kissed by Linda and hugged by the boys.
I could see dad talking to an old NYPD friend a ways away watching the situation play out, with a ghost of a smile.
"Jamie!" Janko's familiar voice rings out just as she comes over hugging me lightly, cautious of my many wounds.
"How are you?" she asks.
"I'm alive." I reply not telling her about the aches or pains and especially not about the nightmares, the worries and nerves.
"From what people have been saying you're lucky to be alive." Her eyes stayed locked on mine making me fidget.
"I suppose that depends on the day." I mumble to myself, praying she didn't hear.
"Jamie, I'm here for you if you need anything, we're partners after all and that's what partners do." She smiles at me concern evident.
"Erin, take Jamie." Danny walks away heading over to some other detectives well we wait for the service to start, abandoning me.
"Damn it Danny!" I hear Erin whisper under her breath thinking I didn't hear. As if sensing my hurt Dad walks over to me and Erin grabbing the handles of my chair.
"Go talk to Lisa; I'll take care of Jamie." Dad assured a relived Erin. Taking advantage of it Erin my dad a grateful smile and my shoulder a squeeze before taking off.
"I feel like I'm nothing but a burden." I softly say so that Dad is the only one that can hear.
"Just say the word and we can go home." He promised placing a kind hand on my shoulder his dark eyes filled with emotion that I could not quite identify.
"No I want to stay for the service, for Grandpa but right afterwards I would like to go home, I'm exhausted and starting to feel sick." I reply trying to hide just how sick I felt.
"Right after we'll leave, I'm not blind Jamie, you're getting worse." With that dad leads me over to Renzulli.
Linda's POV
I wanted it to end. I missed Henry and wanted to give him the proper burial but I wanted my kids safe. I kept them close, afraid that if I let them out of my sight I'll lose them forever.
There were so many people, setting my nerves on edge. Anybody could have snuck in.
My eyes never leave Jack and Sean, my only half processing the conversation going on around me.
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Officers chatted around uncaring, unknowing. My eyes scan the area looking for any of their faces.
Nicki Reagan stood by her mother silently watching her mother speak, tears in her eyes oouring down her cheeks, showing her weakness, allowing the walls to crack, feeding me her fear her pain.
Linda stood with her hand on her sons' shoulders paranoia filling her, her body tense. Her fear make chills of excitement run up my spine. I caused this fear, their fear.
My eyes land on the oldest boy, Jack, anger filling me. That little bastard ruined my plan!
I look away not wanting to ruin the new plan, my eyes landing on the young man in a wheelchair with his father hovering over him protectively always keeping an eye open, even if the son didn't know it.
Even I could tell Jamie was not well. His body coated in sweat, fever raging and exhaustion in his eyes. Wonder of what caused this reaction filled my mind, was it something his captors did to him?
Daniel Reagan catches my eye next as he talks loudly with a group of detectives. Anger spiked my blood, watching him, he was always so cocky, stubborn and an ass, with too much pride.
Familiar brown eyes land on mine, telling me the show was about to begin.
Emily's POV
Sunglasses on, little black dress and tall black heels were my cover, hiding me from the wondering eye.
My eyes stayed on Jamie anger filling me. He knows now but yet he chooses his father, if he wouldn't come to me, I'll come to him.
Frank's POV
The service has begun. I sat next to Jamie's chair, listening to the father, my eyes on my dad lying in his casket peacefully.
I keep my hand placed on Jamie's wheelchair as if to make sure doesn't disappear and to keep an eye on his health.
I would not have taken Jamie to the service if I did not have to, he deserved to say goodbye and this was his only chance. But yet Jamie has a visible fever, was in pain and just wasn't feeling well over all. He needs to go home and soon.
With 20 minutes left in the service and Jamie visibly needing rest I had to resist the urge to sneak out with Jamie and take him home, tucking him safely in bed.
It came time for me to speak, reluctantly I leave Jamie's side which Erin quickly replaced her hand finding Jamie's instantly.
Numbly I start my speech, tears falling as I furthered, knowing my father really was gone, and never returning just like my mom, Joe and Mary.
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Jamie's POV
The service has ended. I could barely keep my eyes open now; it seemed to be a constant battle between me and the need to sleep.
"I'm going to take Jamie home, mill around as much as you like, Jamie shouldn't have been here this long." I hear my Dad's comforting voice what sounds like feet away.
"See you at home, Dad. We'll clean everything up here, you just worry about Jamie." Erin says from behind me. I feel her gentle hand brush my shoulder and feel her warm lips press against my forehead.
"Thank you, sweetheart." My dad's strong comforting voice I hear again, my eyes now fully closed unable to fight sleep any longer.
Frank's POV
My security and Garret compiled me to the house. With Garret's help getting an unconscious Jamie settled on the couch was easy.
I tuck blankets around Jamie checking his temperature one last time. It read 102 degrees. With a reluctant sigh I get to my feet, leaving a bottle of water on the coffee table beside him, a bucket on the floor by his head in case he got sick and the TV low for some background noise.
I join Garrett and Baker in the kitchen setting down at the table, grabbing my coffee mug.
"It's clear that this person is not just targeting one person in the family, making me believe that it might not be somebody one of you arrested. Sir, leads are pointing to a dirty cop."
Jamie's POV
His hand creeps up my leg, nearing the area we are taught is private.
"It's ok Jamie, I won't hurt you I love you." Jake's voice echoes in my mind, as he grabs me.
I let out a shriek when I feel the knife pierce my skin again and again.
My eyes open, sweat soaking the blankets beneath me. I get sick over the side of the couch, the heaving making my entire body ache.
I lay back panting, closing my eyes, wishing it all away, as I try to pull myself together. I thought another nightmare sucked me up when I heard the reported say something that made my nightmare seem like a dream reality.
"St. John church is in flames, those that attended the former PC's funeral are believed to be still inside."