Author's Note:Merry Christmas Everyone! This is the final chapter but if there is a Season 3(and there probably will be) maybe I'll add to it next year! Thanks for following this story and the other one, it's been a fun year for me and FanFiction and you guys are my supporters. I hope 2012 brings more inspiration as well as good storylines for Season 2 and hopefully 3 of Blue Bloods! I wish you guys all the very best and success in whatever it is that's going on in your lives. Thanks again for reading and Merry Christmas once again and a Happy New Year!


2011

Here And Now

December 25th 2011

Christmas Day

The Reagan family sat among a strewn of wrapping paper as they laughed and exchanged gifts.

"Here kid, open this one it's from me," Thirty-seven year old Danny Reagan ordered as he tossed a badly wrapped package towards his twenty-eight year old brother who caught it swiftly.

With some hesitation, Jamie unwrapped the package and rolled his eyes as a thick handbook titled, 'Dating For Dummies,' slid out of the paper and onto his lap.

"Nice Danny thanks. I'm sure this will look great against my classics collection," Jamie muttered sourly.

"Anytime Harvard." Danny took a swig of his beer before joking, "I was gonna buy 'How To Date A Mobster's Daughter,' but they seemed to be out of those."

"I told you it's not me that has a thing for Bianca, it's Jimmy Rioardan!" Jamie retorted hotly. "We're two different people Danny!"

"What are you Jekyll and Hyde and now?" Danny scoffed. "Who's Jekyll and who's Hyde?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Jamie mumbled darkly.

"I'm gonna call it an early night gang," Henry announced in a tired voice.

"Now? But Grandpa it's only nine o'clock!" Thirty-six year old Erin pointed out in alarm.

"I guess I really am getting old." He limped off towards the stairs. "Night all. Night Francis!"

"Night Pop!" Frank called back, trying to disguise the worry in his voice.

"That doesn't sound like Henry," Linda said quietly. "He's usually the last one standing."

"Is that what happens when you get old?" Sean asked curiously.

"Maybe. Yes Sean, it – it does." Linda answered uncertainly.

"Is Grandpa gonna die?" Jack asked simply.

"Jack!" Linda snapped sharply. "Don't say stuff like that! Now is not the time or the place!"

"What?" Jack responded timidly. Bewildered at being scolded for asking a simple question, "I'm just asking? Grandpa is sick. He did go to hospital during Thanksgiving didn't he?"

The atmosphere in the room was incredibly tense.

Danny cleared his throat. "Yes Jack, he did but he got better remember. Cause your brilliant mother helped save his life! Grandpa is not dying. He's just tired. And I don't wanna hear any talk of that kind here again. Especially not on Christmas! Got it?" Danny forced a smile.

"Got it Dad," Jack replied firmly. "I won't say anymore."

Linda nodded gratefully at her husband but pursed her lips. Jack's question had all of them on edge. After everyone had cleared up and were bidding each other goodnight, Jamie sidled up to Danny and whispered, "He isn't dying is he?"

Danny stared incredulously at his little brother. "You too?"

"Danny come on. I know you think the same thing as Jack but you just don't wanna say anything," Jamie chided.

Danny glanced at Frank as sighed. "Okay I don't know. I really don't know kid. But I wouldn't worry about it. This is Grandpa we're talking about here! We shouldn't worry so much about the future, all that matters is the here and now. So cheer up okay?" He nudged his brother, trying to force a smile out of him.

Jamie smiled weakly. "Fine." He guess he'd just have to wait until next year to see if his paranoia was right.


Happy New Year: 2012