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"I mean, you should have seen him, Joe," Danny told his brother as the two brothers were in their favorite Irish Pub, having some beers. "He was just so cold like it didn't involve him at all."

"Maybe it's his way of coping," Joe guessed as he was thinking about their father. "Naturally, losing Jamie was devastating for all of us, but for a moment dad thought he might get closure after all these years. I mean, let's face it, according to what you, pops, and Renzulli have been telling me the chances that Jamie could be still alive are very small. However, until we don't find his body, dad will always doubt whether he isn't alive. No matter how improbable that might be..," the young police officer stated as he was grasping a bottle of beer in his right hand.

"As you said, little brother, it's improbable that Jamie could be still alive...," the detective just shook his head sadly.

"I know it has been haunting dad for years now. He blames himself for Jamie's disappearance. But ever since mum died, he is even worse."

"Yeah, I noticed he hasn't been doing well lately," Joe sighed heavily as he kept thinking about their father.

"It's not a secret that he has got problems with his blood pressure and he is overall exhausted. Besides, pops said that he hasn't been sleeping much lately… He needs to take it easy, or he is going to collapse," the detective worried.

"You think we should try talking to him whether staying as the commissioner of the NYPD is a good idea?" Joe questioned knowing how exhausting their father's job could be.

"I don't know, Joe. On the one hand, I want dad to slow down and take some time for himself, but on the other, the job keeps him occupied. It keeps him from being constantly thinking about Jamie," Danny stated honestly.

"So, what are we going to do? I don't want to bury another parent." Joe asked his brother hopelessly.

"Well, that's a million dollar question," Danny uttered sadly as he was nursing the drunk between his hands.

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"So it wasn't a heart attack?" Garrett asked the doctor as he was finishing examining the commissioner in his office.

Not only did detective Baker call the doctor, but she also called commissioner's DCPI and his best friend at the same time Garrett Moore.

"No," the doctor shook his head dissatisfied as he was checking Frank's blood pressure. "Up to the roof," he mumbled towards his patient, "as expected."

"You sure?" Garrett asked nervously, pacing there and back.

"Hundred percent positive," the doctor assured him.

"Would you just sit down, you're making me nervous," the commissioner said to his friend.

"So what was it then if it wasn't a heart attack?" DCPI Garrett Moore wanted to know.

"Rather a weakness," the older doctor pointed out as he finished checking the commissioner. He then turned back to his patient: "Did something happen today that might have upset you?" He asked.

Frank gave Baker a brief look before he turned his head back to the doctor.

"I thought we might have found Jamie for a minute," the commissioner uttered weakly. His voice was barely a whisper. He knew the doctor for many years for he has been their family doctor ever since his oldest son Danny was born, and naturally he was familiar with Jamie's case.

"What?" Garrett asked shocked, unable to believe that he knew nothing about it. "When? Where? And how come I haven't heard anything about it yet? "

Frank just sighed heavily as he was about to turn to his long-time friend, but Baker came to his help.

"A body of a boy approximately in Jamie's age was recovered this morning in West Brooklyn. However, the commissioner is pretty certain that it isn't Jamie thanks to the fact that the boy seems to be taller than his son," detective Baker revealed to both men. "Naturally, we will need to wait for the results of the autopsy to rule out this option for sure," the young woman added," but we are pretty certain that it's not him."

"It's not him," the commissioner repeated stubbornly.

"Ok, but if it wasn't him what got you so upset then?" Garrett asked his friend. He knew that the commissioner was a tough guy who didn't get easily distracted or anything, but things have changed ever since Jamie disappeared, and since his wife Mary had died a few months ago.

His friend just sighed heavily. "The idea that it could have been my boy," he uttered in a broken voice. Ever since he saw the body of that dead boy, he kept imagining his own son lying in that shallow grave, and the idea itself was unbearable for the broken father.

"Ok, I'm going to give you something that will help you calm down," the doctor suggested kindly after he heard about Frank's day.

"Should I call someone, commissioner?" Baker asked her boss worriedly. "Perhaps, Erin or Danny?"

"No, I'm fine," Frank dismissed her suggestion immediately. "I'm pretty sure they all had enough worries for today, and I'm the last one they need to worry about."

He winced a little as the doctor pierced the needle through his skin on his left arm as he gave him some tranquilizers.

"You might feel sleepy after this," the doctor announced as he emptied the content of the injection into Frank's vein.

"Thank you," the commissioner mumbled tiredly.

"Why don't you lie down," Garrett suggested once he saw how tired his friend looked.

"You are worse than Mary and pops together; you know that, right?" The commissioner made a small joke of his friend as he gave Garrett a weak smile.

But DCPI Garrett Moore knew far too well that his friend, the man he looked up to, wasn't doing ok.

"You really need to take it easy, sir," Baker pleaded him as she was about to walk the doctor out of the room.

"Here," Garrett stated as he tried to adjust the pillow the commissioner kept in his office when he was working late under Frank's head.

"Would you just stop," the commissioner tried to protest. "I don't need you to mother hen me!"

"Oh, you're wrong. That's exactly what you need right now," his friend assured him as he searched for a blanket that they could cover Frank with.

"Here," Baker uttered as she returned to the room with a warm blanket in her hands. She passed the blanket to Garrett who spread it over Frank's body. His friend was already drifting off, and therefore he couldn't protest.

"I really worry about him," Baker told Garrett as the two of them were silently standing above the sleeping commissioner.

"So am I," the DCPI sighed heavily, giving Baker a sad look.

"I mean, that case took him really hard," Baker pointed out not letting her sight off her boss.

"I'm afraid, it hit real close to home," Garrett uttered as he gave Baker's shoulder a weak squeeze.

"You can go home now, Abigail. I'll make sure he will be ok," the DCPI offered thoughtfully.

"With all due respect, Garrett, I'm not going anywhere," detective Baker insisted. She then added in a low voice: "He is like a father to me. I'm not leaving him! Not now, not ever!"