*this'll be long so it'll be a two parter, but I thought Linda would've (should've) taken matters into her own hands in the eppy Framed. My take on it*

"Frank... what's going on?" Linda wondered, fear sticking in her throat.

"Well, first off, Danny's not hurt." Frank saw the relief wash over Linda's face, making what he had to say much harder. "Why don't we all sit down?"

"Come on, kids," Linda took her seat, wondering what was happening.

"Grandpa, this is just like Sunday dinner," Sean piped up, unaware of the events that had taken place.

"Yeah, only someone's missing..." Erin said quietly.

"Boys," Frank started, "your dad's been arrested."

"For what?" Linda asked, they had to be pulling her leg.

"Possession Of cocaine."

The blonde chuckled, "oh, come on. That's ridiculous!" When the family looked at her somberly, she sighed, "how?"

"Traffic stop," Jamie informed her, "they found two kilos in his trunk."

"Okay, guys, you know what? I think it's time to go upstairs now." Linda did not want her boys hearing this.

"Boys, hold on a minute." Frank stopped them, "Linda, I think they need to sit in on this. It's gonna be in the papers, their friends are gonna know, and they need to be prepared."

"Does this have to be in the papers, Frank? I mean, can't you-can't you stop that?"

"I wish I could."

"Well, where is he now?"

"He's being held at his precinct. It's procedure." Jamie looked at the table.

"Procedure? We're talking about Danny Reagan here."

"I know we are."

"Well, I'm going to see him."

"Linda, they don't have visiting hours," Jamie explained.

"Okay, so then get him out."

"We can't."

"You can't?"

"Grandpa, you're the police commissioner. You can do whatever you want, right?" Jack asked, hope in his voice.

"Jack, sometimes there's a difference between what you can do and what you should do, and sometimes that's a tough choice." "Like, you can jump off the roof, but should you?" Nicky tried to come up with an analogy.

"Nicky, you know what, we're not talking about jumping off a roof here." Linda was angry, to say the least.

Frank told his daughter in law, "Linda, the department has procedures to handle situations like this. I believe in them. Hell, I helped write them. And because I shouldn't get involved, I can't."

"Danny will be out on bail in the morning." Jamie told her.

"So, we are just gonna let him rot in jail?" Linda huffed, annoyed that they didn't want to help.

"Nobody rots in my jails," Frank corrected her, "And nobody gets special treatment, either."

"Oh, okay." She answered sarcastically.

"Especially from any of us.

Has to be this way, Linda." Jamie told her.

"No, it doesn't have to be this way!" She protested. "You're a cop; go find out who's framing your brother! And, Erin, I know you probably can't prosecute this, right? But can you find out who is, and-and tell them that Danny didn't do this?"

"Of course he didn't do this, and all of that will come out, but right now, our hands are tied." Erin sighed.

"Linda, being seen as a dirty cop is bad enough. But a dirty cop from this family, pulling strings for him? That could go from bad to worse in a heartbeat." Henry tried to explain.

"There's a line here, and we walk it every day."

"We want this cleared up just as badly as you do.

But we have to stay out of it."

"Linda, there's nothing we can do." Frank tried to explain.

"I'm not gonna just sit here while Danny's locked up! I don't care if you guys can't do anything, I'm going down there."

"And what? Handcuff yourself to the building or table or cell?" Erin almost snarked.

"If that's what it takes." Linda grabbed her purse and marched outside to the car. Danny was innocent and she knew it. If his family wasn't going to help him, then she would.


Linda stormed into the 54th, not knowing what the hell she was going to do. She walked passed security and straight to Danny's desk.

Kate, his cute partner, looked up, "you're... Linda, right?"

"Yeah, Danny's wife. Can't you do something?"

"No. And you really need to be home."

"Why? I can't stand up for my husband? I can't help him?"

"You're not helping him like this. Answer me this, what would he tell you to do?"

Linda thought for a moment, "he'd tell me not to worry, and take care of our boys. He'd probably say something like, 'we're Reagans. We're stubborn jackasses. We get through anything'. And he'd probably be right."

"So go home. When he gets out, I'll be sure to tell him that you came over to see if you could do anything."

Linda sighed, "fine. I just thought somebody would be able to help, pull some strings. After all, cops stick together, right?"

"Linda-"

"No, no, it's fine. I guess times like these show you who your friends really are." She turned on her heel and left, fighting the urge not to cry.