A/N: YAY finally sharing with you the next part to the broken pieces series. I'm going to start this off with a brief backstory on how Frankie ended up back in L.A. and then get to the present and also pick up where Oops left off. Thanks for reading! I hope you're ready for another roller coaster ride of drama :')

~Ponchy

Shattered Pieces

L.A. April, 2019

'I'm so dumb. I can't believe I fell for that trap again. I can't believe I let myself get so comfortable...'

The message sat at the top of the several other unopened texts from this morning and the night before. The message followed up with: 'I'm coming back to L.A.'

When the messages hadn't been answered in the next couple minutes his phone started to ring. The vibrating against his bedside table loud enough to wake him, he didn't need the added ring tone. Tiredly he reached for his phone, not looking to see who it was. "Hello?" he answered tiredly, then glanced at the clock. "It's three AM."

"Oh! Oh, Frank I'm sorry! I forgot I was a few hours ahead of you!"

The voice was familiar, too tired to play a guessing game he cheated, and looked at the caller ID. The ID that read 'TWIN.'

"Frankie, what happened?"

"Didn't you read my-" She stopped, shaking her head. "Never mind, you wouldn't have. I'm sorry I woke you, I'm just packing right now."

Twenty-two year old Frank Poncherello, sat up rubbing tiredness from his eyes. "Packing?" He yawned, "packing for what?"

"I'm coming back to Los Angeles, Frank! You really didn't read my texts, did you?" She chuckled softly, trying to make light of the topic.

"You didn't give me a chance..." he yawned again.

"I sent my messages an hour ago."

"I was asleep an hour ago," Ponch replied, quietly.

"I wasn't," she started, then laughed. "Sorry, I guess I am a few hours ahead. Well, I'll let you get back to sleep. I'll be there later this afternoon."

"Okay, goodnight." Ponch hung up, still not sure what they'd actually talked about, as he set the phone aside and started to fall back to sleep, the realization that his twin was moving back to L.A. still hadn't hit him.

oOoOo

Ponch woke up hours later to get ready for work, checking his phone like he usually would in the morning, he noticed the texts from Francesca (Frankie), that he hadn't opened earlier that morning. "She's coming to L.A.?" he hadn't noticed he was talking to himself, he looked through the messages again, shaking his head. She probably planned on crashing here for the night, until she found a place. He wouldn't mind though, he enjoyed having company...especially when company was family.

Before heading for the shower, he did a quick check in the spare bedroom, assuring that it was clean enough that he wouldn't be worried about bringing her home with work to do. He had a feeling he knew what she was about to do. She was about to dump her career and start over. Something that never went over well with their parents, when they found out. So what better way to do it, than to move farther away.

He wished there were more to do for her, than just provide a home.

oOoOo

Somehow he'd gone the entire day without telling Jon anything about Frankie coming to town. Jon hadn't met Frankie before, and though Jon wasn't the type to force himself over to meet someone...Ponch worried Jon would want to pop over and meet her. He didn't know the full situation, and wanted to assure she at least had the night to relax and not deal with anything.

"Man, I hope everything is okay," he muttered, while he waited for her. He knew from looking at the electronic signs that her flight had landed, he just had to wait for her to come to the lobby.

Frankie stepped off the plane, her mind several miles away. Back in New York...the same place she'd left her heart.

L.A. had never felt like home. She'd grown up here, but New York was where she felt she belonged. Coming to California had nothing to do with comfort zones though, she needed to get away.

Where do you go when home isn't feeling like home anymore? The question had stuck in her mind for a week, before it finally hit her, home was also with her twin.

Frankie couldn't recall a time when she didn't like having a twin, something about sharing the same home in such close quarters for nine months, before reaching the world had brought them closer than any other person they'd meet.

Living on the other side of the United States, while her twin stayed in California hadn't been easy. She called and texted frequently, just to keep in touch, but in the back of her mind she worried they were losing their closeness.

All feelings were pushed aside the moment she noticed her younger brother (she was older by a minute) waiting for her, holding a balloon that said 'welcome home.'

She rushed over, dropping her bags at her feet and hugged him tight. "Oh Frank, I missed you!"

oOoOo

L.A. August, 2019

Meeting Jon for the first time, was enough of a reason for Frankie to stay in L.A. After meeting up with some buddies from the CHP academy, that gave her another reason to stay. Re-joining to be at Central seemed like a good idea. However she hadn't taken into consideration the stress it'd put on Joe.

But then Ponch got in an accident. It had been a few months since that. She was doing fine, but Ponch still wasn't doing well. He was staying with Joe and Betty, in the guest room. Betty spent most of the day with him, and Joe would spend the rest of the day with him when he got home from work. Ponch was awake for part of the day, but mostly asleep the rest of the day.

The doctor said it could be a while before Ponch was able to fully function again, one of the harder parts of helping him, was teaching him how to walk again. He also had some trouble picking up on what people were saying, so Betty spent time with him everyday, re-teaching him how to talk. It was hard on Joe seeing his son like this. But he did his best to help when he could. Maria came over every now and then, but mostly left things to Betty and Joe.

Seeing Ponch in pain and having a hard time living life as he usually would was a lot harder on her than she imagined. She also couldn't keep going back and forth between L.A. and Chicago, and Ponch wanted to stay in L.A. So she just had to get used to the fact he would be with Joe.

She saw this more as Joe's chance to be the father to Ponch that he was supposed to be years ago, and if Joe could do a good enough job, maybe she would start to consider forgiving him...maybe.

oOoOo

Responding to an accident scene was his least favorite thing to do. He'd always said it was for the CHP to handle, while he took care of the bigger things. Yet here he was at an accident scene. Instead of helping out, Officer Jones of the LAPD, was watching officer Frankie direct traffic. "So, what do you CHiPpies do all day? I mean if you really think you're REAL cops, what kinda things do you do?" he asked leaning on Frankie's bike.

"Leave me alone, please." Frankie tried to keep her cool, but officer Jones had been there for the last twenty ish minutes, insulting her job and trying to start a fight. What is his problem?

Jon was off far away it seemed, but knowing he was there was enough reason for Frankie to continue in her attempt to remain cool. She had another bet with Jon that she'd remain friendly all day, no matter what. If she lost she had to buy Jon's lunch for a week. If she won then Jon would buy Frankie's lunch for a week.

Free lunch was always a good enough motivation to be nice. Frankie glanced over to see if Jon was still around, she spotted him helping load a few people in the ambulance. Not very many people were injured. Which was a relief with how big the accident was. She'd forgotten how hard it was to keep her patience while working this job.

And Jon had the chance to see how much Ponch and Frankie were actually alike.

"No, tell me," the officer insisted. "Do you just go to accidents and write tickets all day?"

Frankie rolled her eyes. "We do more than that, Officer…" she paused to read the name plate. "Officer Jones, and I'd really appreciate it if you left me alone now, okay?"

"No, no I'm not done yet," he said, smirking.

"Please." Frankie rolled her eyes. Traffic was starting to roll through fine now, and another officer had shown up to take over directing.

Officer Jones laughed. "You're not getting rid of me that easy, CHiPpie."

Frankie's body tensed it took a lot in her not to turn and punch the guy. What was he trying to do anyway? She took a deep breath. Be calm. Be nice... She forced a smile for a second, then turned to the officer again. "Listen, don't you have a job to do?" She asked.

"Oh, yeah…" Officer Jones started. "I guess I do have a job to do. Probably something you've never done before either. Ya know, like handling a burglary or domestics…"Jones laughed. "Too bad you don't know what real police work is like, you'd be a good cop," he said before turning to leave.

Frankie shook her head. "You're disgusting, you know that? You think this is all some great big joke? What we do might look different from your day, but we are out here saving and helping people. So what if we answer more accident calls than you do every day, we're still doing something. It's our job. If I wanted to be LAPD, I would have joined the LAPD. But I didn't want to." She paused and took a deep breath. When she opened her mouth to speak again her sentence was quickly cut short by the sound of someone screaming in the distance.

Frankie looked around, quickly spotting the house a few minutes away from the accident. Smoke and flames hugging it. "We're going to need another ambulance and another fire truck, call it in!" Frankie told officer Jones, before taking off running for the house.

"What are you going to do?! You can't go in there! You're not a fireman!' officer Jones yelled, running after her. Not calling anything in.

oOoOo

The house continued to burn. The family inside, barely making it out. Jon had spotted the house and heard the screams not too long after Frankie had already made her way inside.

Jon called it in, and the available fireman already at the accident scene rushed to the house to help the family.

Officer Jones had been too afraid to go in. He stood outside the house, watching it burn. He'd watched as every family member made it out, every fireman made it out... but he never saw Frankie. He searched through the growing crowd, hoping to see her. But he didn't...he hadn't even learned her name to be able to properly call for her. Instead he frantically searched through the crowd while yelling 'CHiPpie! Hey, CHiPpie, where are you!?"

Then the house collapsed and continued to burn.

The new firetrucks showed up, quickly setting up and hosing the house down with water.

"CHiPpie!?" Jones cried again, panic starting to rise within him.

"What are you doing!?" Jon asked, a little annoyed at this man. Hearing an LAPD officer calling them chippies was usually more of an insult than anything else.

Jones looked at Jon, somewhat relieved to have found Frankie's partner. He would know if she was okay. He took a breath. "Your partner...she went into that house," he spit out quickly. "I didn't see her come back out."

"She what!?" Jon's eyes widened. "Frankie!? Frankie!?" Jon cupped his hands beside his mouth, making a megaphone. "Frankie!?"

He ran to the fireman. "Hey, did you see my partner?!"

The fireman glanced around. "She said she would be fine...that she could get out on her own. I guess I assumed she did."

"Shit!" Jon cried then ran for the house.

Another fireman grabbed him. "You can't go in there. The second floor collapsed.'

"My partner is in there!" He tried to get past the fireman. "She needs help!" His mind totally focused on Frankie he wasn't going to try to calm down. He needed to save her. That was his best friends twin, the sergeants daughter...and the love of his life. "Help me find her!" he took another step towards the house. "Frankie! Frankie!"