"9-1-1, What's Your Emergency?"
AN: just trying to get back into the habit of writing after a long break.
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"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"
"Hello?"
A quaking voice could be heard from the other side of the line. It sounded like a boy. He couldn't be older than about 15 years old. The operator could tell that the boy was clearly frightened.
"Hello?" The operator asked when there was a silence.
"My name is Jamison Reagan," the youngster uttered nervously. "My dad is the NYPD Commissioner Frank Reagan. Someone just broke into our house. Please, help me!" Jamie whispered as he was hiding in his dad's study.
"Alright, Jameson, is there someone else in the house with you?" The operator wanted to know before she would send a patrol car to their address. She gestured her supervisor to come to her and she put Jamie on speakerphone. She then took a piece of paper and wrote "it's the chief's son - Jameson Reagan."
"No, it's just me. I locked myself in my dad's study. Please, hurry, I'm afraid he is going to hurt me!" The scared teen cried.
"Jamie, this is Sergeant Gormley, I work with your brother Danny. Is that person in your house armed?" He questioned.
"Yes, he has a knife. He cut my arm when I encountered him earlier. Please, hurry!" Jamie sobbed, clutching his injured arm closer to his chest. He could hear voices coming from the hallway as the man was going around looking for him. He could break into the room Jamie was hiding in any moment now.
"Alright Jamie, just hung in there! I'm sending a patrol car to your house." Sergeant Gormley briefed Jamie. "Just keep the door closed and wait for our units." He then gestured the operator to stay on the line with Jamie while he took his mobile phone out and called someone at 1PP.
"This is Sergeant Gormley, we have a situation here!"
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(Earlier that evening)
"Listen, Jamie, I'm really sorry, but I'm gonna be late tonight. Would you mind if you ordered a pizza or something for dinner?" Frank Reagan asked his son when he called Jamie to let him know he was going to be late, again.
"Sure, it's not a problem." The kid replied. Jamie was kind of used to that he had to spend quite a lot of time alone. "So, when do you think you're gonna be home, dad?" He wanted to know. It has been a little over a year since they lost Jamie's mum Mary to cancer. And since then Frank was raising Jamie all alone as a single parent. Of course, with the occasional help from pops and his older children who, however, were all adults by now and therefore they had their own lives. Jamie and Joe have been particularly close ever since Jamie was born and they were still spending quite a lot of time together. But Frank didn't want to leave his parental responsibilities he had towards Jamie on other family members. He was well aware that Jamie was first and foremost his son and therefore his responsibility. And that was also the reason why it has often been just him and his youngest son. And with his work schedule, it could be rough at times, especially for the boy.
"I don't know, darling. I have some work that needs to be done." The tired father admitted. He felt horrible that he was leaving Jamie all alone yet again. He had to make it up to him. He kept promising to himself.
"But if you want you can watch TV in my room and wait for me to come home. Hopefully, I won't be that late." The Commissioner suggested. He let Jamie watch TV in his room at times just in case he was really late because if Jamie fell asleep Frank wouldn't have to wake him up. He would just cover his son with a blanket and the Commissioner would sleep next to his son. That way he at least didn't have to feel like the complete opposite to the father of the year.
"Right," Jamie agreed. He wasn't really thrilled that he had to spend another night on his own, but he understood that his dad's job was time-consuming at times.
'I promise, I will make it up to you at the weekend." The commissioner suggested. "I thought we could go and see the game if you would like. I can ask Garrett to get us the tickets."
"Yeah, that would be great," the young teen uttered neutrally. He didn't really care about the game. He just wanted to be with his dad. At times, he didn't particularly like the idea that he had to share his father with the rest of New York City.
'Alright, I will see you later," the Commissioner told his son as he was about to hang upon him. "I'll see you later!"
"Bye, dad!" Jamie replied.
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(Sometime later...)
It was already late in the evening when the Police Commissioner was returning home from work. It was a cold night, but that could have been expected in late autumn. The streets were full of fallen leaves soaked with water from the rain earlier that morning. Frank was looking forward to being home soon. Maybe he and Jamie could watch a game if Jamie would want. It wasn't that late after all. That way the Commissioner could at least spend some qualitative time with his boy. He knew Jamie hadn't had it easy ever since his mum died. But the boy tried his best to be brave and helped his father the best he could. In that and many other aspects, Jamie has always been golden. Frank thought as his car neared the house he and his family lived in since Jamie was born. Actually, they bought the house because Danny and Erin couldn't share a room. But that was a different story. Suddenly something caught his attention. There were police cars literally all over their neighborhood.
"Ehm, Sir?" His driver addressed him, not sure what his boss wanted him to do.
"What the hell happened?" Frank thought for himself as he was about to get out of the car. And why wasn't he informed? And why were all those cars standing in front of their house?
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(Earlier that evening)
It was already after eight o'clock when Jamie heard some noise coming from the kitchen. "Dad is that you?" The boy cried out as he headed downstairs so he could greet his father. "I thought you said you're gonna be late?"
But Jamie froze the moment he entered the kitchen and saw an unknown man who was going through their cupboards.
"What do you want here? You're not supposed to be here!" Jamie told the intruder hastily. He wasn't really thinking whether the man could hurt him or not. He just wanted him to get lost.
The man didn't hesitate even for a moment and he took the knife Jamie had previously left on the counter when he was cutting himself a slice of pizza.
The guy pointed the knife at Jamie.
The young teen grew nervous.
"Sir," he started carefully, putting his hands in front of his body like his father, grandfather, and his brothers have taught him so he could protect himself if necessary.
"Sir, just put that knife down and walk away so we can both pretend this never happened," Jamie suggested to the man calmly, although deep inside he was hardly calm. He grew up in a family full of policemen. He knew how dangerous this situation was. He knew he just had to de-escalate the situation. He could feel his heart beating ten times faster than usual.
The man suddenly made a move forward and attacked Jamie with the knife.
The boy could feel the blade piercing through the skin on his left hand.
"Ouch!"
"What do you want from me?' Jamie cried as he clutched his bleeding arm with his other hand. "There is no money in the house if that's what you came for. My dad isn't crazy, he doesn't keep money at the house, just some change so I can buy snacks after school."
The guy wasn't saying anything at all. He was just staring at Jamie. Jamie knew he had to get to safety.
"Listen, you really shouldn't be here. My dad's gonna be home every minute now." Jamie bluffed. "He is going to call the cops if he finds you here. Just go away, so we can both forget about this incident."
The man still wasn't saying anything.
Suddenly, there was a noise coming from the street. Probably one of their neighbors had a problem with their car's engine.
Jamie used the opportunity when the man looked away for a moment to find out what was going on and he ran as fast as he could. He had an advantage because unlike the perp who soon started to follow him, he knew the house. Jamie found heaven in his dad's study where he swiftly locked the door and barricaded them with a dresser.
He then ran to his father's desk and dialed 9-1-1.
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" Jamie could hear from the other side.
"Hello? My name is Jameson Reagan. My dad is the NYPD Commissioner Frank Reagan. Someone just broke into our house!" He announced to the operator.
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(Few minutes later)
"Jamie?" Sergeant Renzulli who arrived at the scene first cried out. It was only a few minutes ago when they received a dispatch that there was a heist in Commissioner's house.
"You don't have to worry, it's Tony Renzulli. I worked with your brother Joe, remember?" Renzulli told the boy who was still hiding in his dad's study. Not knowing where the perp was.
"Jamie, are you somewhere here?' Renzulli cried again. His heart was racing because he didn't know what they were going to find. The first reports said that Frank's boy had been injured and no one really knew how serious it was.
Jamie pulled the dresser away and unlocked the door. He burst into tears when he saw a familiar face. His clothes were all bloodied as he held his injured arm close to his chest.
He was shaking with terror.
Renzulli came hastily closer to the boy and pulled him into his arms.
"Hey, kid, it's okay, help's on the way." He whispered as he held Jamie protectively in his arms. They just stood there quietly for a long moment.
"Jamie, you are bleeding pretty badly, let me just get you a towel or something before the paramedics will get here." He whispered as he started tending to Jamie's injured arm.
"The house is all clear," Renzulli's colleague who was searching the house while Renzulli was looking for Jamie announced.
Renzulli pulled out his radio and called it in.
"10-9-Central, this is Sergeant Renzulli. We secured the location. No trace of the suspect. We need a bus, though. Jamie's hand has been badly cut!"
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"What the hell?" Detective Daniel Reagan thought for himself when he heard Renzulli's call over the radio. Apparently, something happened in their house. It was all over the police radio.
Danny took the radio station that was in his car and he called in. "10-9-Central, this is Detective Reagan. Can someone tell me, what the hell is going on?"
It took Danny no longer than ten minutes to get to their house because he and Jackie were in Brooklyn anyway. Besides, he grew up there. He knew the area pretty well and therefore he knew all the shortcuts.
"Renzulli? Detective Reagan shouted as he burst into his father's house.
Renzulli and Jamie were now in the kitchen where the Sarge was tending to Jamie's injuries before the paramedics would get to them.
"Thank God!" Danny uttered when he saw his brother all in one piece.
His clothes were pretty much covered with blood, though and the kid was visibly shaken, but other than that he seemed relatively ok, or at least by Danny's book.
"Hey, kid! How are you?" The Detective asked him as he came closer to Jamie. He then pulled his arm around Jamie's shaking body. He could see how frightened his baby brother looked.
"You okay?" Danny whispered worriedly. He never was a softy when it came to his brother, not like Joe, but he always had a weak spot for the kid, and seeing his brother hurt made Danny sick in his stomach.
"I don't feel great," Jamie admitted weakly. His eyes were puffy and he seemed as if he was about to break into tears at any moment.
"It's okay," Danny tried to calm him, "you are safe now. I got you!" He took Jamie in his arms and gave him a warm squeeze. He and Renzulli exchange a worried look. They both hoped that what happened today will not have a long-term effect on Jamie.
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(Sometime later)
Frank Reagan got out of the car. He looked around trying to understand what was going on. He counted at least ten police cars. There was also an ambulance right in his driveway.
The chief of police swallowed anxiously.
"Commissioner," Sergeant Gormley greeted him and gave him a worried look.
"What's going on here, Sid?" Frank asked Gormley nervously.
"You haven't heard?" Sid asked surprised.
"No! Would someone, please, explain to me what's going on?" The Commissioner wanted to know.
"We received a 9-1-1 call, sir, that a perp broke into your house," Gormley explained.
"What about Jamie?'' The worried parent feared for his child's wellbeing. "Is he alright?"
"I'm not sure, Sir. You should better see him yourself." Sid uttered indefinitely.
Frank didn't hesitate even for one more second and he bursted into their house like Danny did just about fifteen minutes ago. The Commissioner walked swiftly into the hallway. He immediately saw some blood on the floor. He could only guess whose blood it was.
He heard voices coming from the kitchen.
"Jamie?" The Commissioner cried out. He was worried-sick for his youngest child. He could feel his pulse was rising. He could hardly breathe how much he feared for his youngest.
"Over here," he could hear Danny's voice.
Frank entered the kitchen straight away and he sighed with relief when he saw his youngest son sitting on a chair behind their kitchen table being looked after by a paramedic who was just finishing bandaging his arm.
"Jamie," the Commissioner uttered. His voice was slightly shaking. He could feel his legs were wobbly.
Jamie jumped out of his chair, running to his dad. Frank didn't hesitate even for a moment. He reached out and took Jamie in his arms.
"Thank God you're okay," he cried and planted his son's head a kiss.
"What happened?" The worried father wanted to know when the initial shock came over.
"A perp broke in and surprised Jamie in the kitchen." His son Danny explained.
"You alright?" The Commissioner wanted to know immediately.
"Yeah, I'm," Jamie uttered with a slightly shaking voice. He was still in shock. "But he hurt my arm," Jamie revealed to his dad showing the Commissioner his freshly bandaged arm.
"Fortunately, Jamie was able to defend himself when the perp attacked him," Danny continued. "He managed to get to your study and locked himself there until Renzulli and his men arrived."
"Jesus Christ," the Commissioner whispered. "What happened to your arm?" He questioned.
"The perp cut me with a knife," Jamie informed his dad.
"Is it serious?"
Jamie shrugged his shoulders, not sure. "Don't know."
"We will need to take your son to the hospital, Commissioner. Those cuts are quite deep and they need to be seen by a doctor." A middle-aged paramedic revealed to Frank.
"Of course," Frank replied.
"What happened to the perp?" He then asked.
"He ran away when he heard the sirens," his oldest son guessed. "Our men are looking for him. Hopefully, it won't take long and we will find him."
"Alright," the Commissioner nodded his head. He tried to sound neutrally, but to be perfectly honest, his hands were still shaking as he rubbed nervously Jamie's back.
SOON TBC
next chapter on Saturday on Sunday