"So, he really took a homeless kid home for the night?" Sergeant Gormley asked Garrett, raising his eyebrows.

"I think, he is convinced he found Jamie," Garret revealed to Sid, "unfortunately, so far there is no evidence that the kid is really him."

"You think he could be?" Gormley wanted to know.

"Who knows," the DCPI shrugged his shoulders. "He could be. I mean, he definitely is around Jamie's age. He looks like him or at least how he would most likely look like by now... The only problem is, he doesn't seem to recognize Frank or Henry, not even the house. So, it really is hard to tell whether it's him or not."

"Heard he doesn't speak," Sydney pointed out as he and Garrett walked through the corridor in the 13th floor.

"Yeah, that's another problem. The boy hasn't said a single word since Frank found him..." Garrett nodded his head. "But Frank is convinced that he found his son."

"What about a DNA test?" Lieutenant Gormley suggested, trying to be helpful in this awkward situation.

"Well, that's naturally what Frank wanted to do too before the kid ran off...," Garrett raised his arms in the air hopelessly.

"For commissioner's wellbeing, I really hope we find the boy quickly," Sid mentioned before he and Garrett entered commissioner's office.

***BB***

"Have all the units been notified?" Frank asked Garrett as he was talking to his DCPI in his office.

"What do you think?" Garrett just raised his eyebrows.

"And so far nothing?" The commissioner just couldn't believe that he had thirty-five-thousand men on his command and they were unable to find his son in his city

"What about we ask the public for help?" He asked his friend what he thought about his suggestion.

"We can definitely do that but because we don't know whether it's Jamie or not, I would suggest we just publish his picture and we won't say that he might be your son. It might bring some unwanted attention from the media which could scare the kid even more if he is hiding somewhere if you ask me. By the way, do you know what made the boy run away in the first place?" Garrett wanted to know.

Frank just shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea. I thought everything was going just fine and the next thing I know, Jamie's gone."

Garrett hesitated for a moment before he dared to ask: "Did it ever occur to you it might not be Jamie?" The Deputy Commissioner for Public Information questioned.

Frank just took a deep breath before he replied: "Of course, it occurred to me. But I'm pretty certain that the boy is my son," he insisted.

"Alright," his friend nodded his head.

***BB***

"I'm really worried about your father," Henry told his grandchildren as they all gathered in the kitchen to hold a secret meeting before their father would come home. "He seems pretty convinced that the boy he brought home a few days back is your brother." The former commissioner revealed to his grandchildren.

"What?" Erin asked surprised. "I thought..," she stopped, looking from her grandfather to her brothers and back, "I thought you said it was just some random homeless kid."

"The NYPD is full of rumors that the commissioner has bats in the belfry," Danny announced to the rest of his family.

"Don't talk about your father like that, Danny!" Henry admonished his grandson. "He is just full of grief and he would give everything to have Jamie back. It's natural he is trying everything in his powers to find your brother, however improbable that might be."

"Hey, I didn't say that dad had bats in the belfry, I just told you what the other men at work were saying about dad," Danny defended himself.

"That's disgusting," Erin got irritated, "as if they didn't know what he has been through."

"So, where is he now, the boy?" Joe interrupted his brother and sister, wanting to know what happened to that kid.

"Your father brought him here for a night, but the boy ran away," Henry explained, sadness evident in his voice. Whether it was their Jamie or not, he kind of liked the kid, although unlike his son, he kept reminding himself not to get his hopes up. "Ever since he ran away, we have no idea where he is, nor whether he is alright." He stated with a heavy heart.

"This is ridiculous!" Erin cried out of sudden. "We have to go out and find him!"

"Don't you think that by now dad has thirty-five thousands of his men out there looking for the boy?" Her older brother questioned.

"We received the boy's picture, but it would never occur to me it could have been our Jamie," Joe uttered. "We were just told that finding the boy was our top priority but nobody ever told us why," he stated aggravated.

Danny's mobile phone started beeping.

"Yeah, what have you got?" Danny answered the phone as he stood up from behind the table so he could take the call in the kitchen where he would have more privacy.

"I have to go," the detective announced to his family when he returned to the living room a few minutes later. "We caught a homicide. I'll see you all at Thanksgiving dinner the latest."

"Well, that's only if you're father's gonna celebrate Thanksgiving this year," their grandfather pointed out.

"And why would that be?" Danny asked not sure what Henry was talking about.

"I pretty much doubt Francis will be willing to celebrate Thanksgiving unless we find the boy." The former commissioner explained to his grandson.

The three remaining Reagan children just exchanged a concerned look, knowing their grandfather was right.

***BB***

"Francis, you do realize that the boy does not necessarily have to be our Jamie, right?" Henry was trying to talk some sense into his son.

"I know that, pops," his son replied in a low voice, nursing a glass of whiskey in his hands. "Of course, I know that."

Henry just nodded his head sadly.

"But you too saw those eyes," the commissioner mumbled as he and Henry were silently sitting in the living room, both lost in their troubled minds.

"I did," Henry sighed heavily. "But if it was him, why did he act as if he didn't recognize us?" The former commissioner questioned.

"I don't know, pops," his son replied. "But there surely must be some explanation."

"Francis, I'm afraid you're gonna get your heart broken over that homeless boy," Henry told his son what he was thinking all the time.

There was a silence before Frank spoke again.

"The day we lost Jamie, something died inside of me. It's like there was a hole I was trying to fill but I can't. And if there is the slightest chance that Jamie could be still alive, I'll go after it, no matter how improbable that might be. I hope you understand that?"

Henry just sighed again before he replied: "Why don't I pour us another drink?" He suggested, taking the empty glass from Francis. As he passed his son by, he gave his shoulder a tight squeeze. Frank just turned his head towards his father, grateful for his understanding and compassion.

***BB***

It has already been five days since Jamie/the boy has run away from the house. The commissioner hasn't seen him ever since. He kept looking out of the window in his office, hoping that the boy would return. But every time Frank came closer to the window he once again found out that the old cartoon box the boy slept in was empty. He often wondered what could have possibly made the boy run away and why wouldn't he come back to his improvised shelter next to 1PP. He wondered whether it was something he has done or said. But as he was replaying that evening in his head over and over he was unable to find anything that could possibly make the boy feel uneasy about staying in their house. Or at least from Frank's point of view.

It was just the night before the Thanksgiving and the commissioner was about to go home. He was disappointed that so far they were unable to get any news about Jamie. He wondered whether he will ever see his son again but the inner voice in his head was telling him not to give up.

It was cold and drizzly and Frank pulled his coat closer to his chest, trying to stay warm but the cold weather kept getting to him. He just hoped that Jamie was somewhere warm, although he doubted it.

"Thanks, John," the commissioner told his driver as the other man opened the door to his car for him.

They were just about to leave when the commissioner saw something from his window.

"John, could you pull up," he asked his driver before he got out of the car, not sure what he just saw but he could swear he saw something moving there where Jamie used to have his improvised shelter. It was probably just a cat or a squirrel but Frank wasn't going to risk anything. The commissioner crossed the road between the park and 1PP. As he was getting closer, he could see there definitely was someone or something in that old cartoon box.

He rushed towards the shadow he just saw only to saw the boy's bloodied face.

"Oh my God," Frank cried out, "who did this to you?" He asked the boy as he leaned over to him so he could see the amount of injuries he suffered.

The boy hissed when Frank touched his injured face.

"It's alright, darling," the commissioner assured the boy, "we will take care of you!" He then turned to his driver: "John, I think we need to get him to the hospital. Could you bring me some blankets?" He asked the other man as his driver was nearing them.

"Jamie, I want you to stay calm, we are going to get you some help," he assured his son. He didn't have any doubt that the boy in front of him was his son and therefore he made a decision to call him Jamie whether his name was really Jamie or not.

Frank could see tears glittering in the boy's hazel eyes. He embraced the child in his arms, not only to provide him a little bit of extra warmth but also to give him some comfort.

"It's okay, I'm right here," he whispered as he held the boy in his arms. "It's going to be alright, darling, I promise," Frank kept whispering, running his fingers gently through the boy's soft hair.

"Thank you, John," the commissioner uttered when his driver brought him a blanket they kept in commissioner's car.

The commissioner then put the blanket around the boy's shivering shoulders and kept clutching him to his warm chest.

"There you go, this should keep you warm," he told the boy as he was inspecting the boy's injuries.

"Jamie, we have to take you to the hospital," the commissioner continued, but the boy was only reluctant.

"You're hurt, darling!" He stressed to the boy. "Someone needs to have a look at your injuries," Frank tried to explain to the boy as he helped him to get up.

The boy cried with pain, only confirming Frank's belief that the boy needed to see a doctor.

"Come on, I will help you," he tried to reason with the kid, but the boy tried to run away as it apparently was his habit, only this time his body betrayed him and he collapsed right into Frank's arms.

The commissioner took the boy and carried him to the nearby car.

TBC

So, where do you think this is going to go? Will we finally learn whether it's Jamie or not? And if it's Jamie, will he be able to tell us what happened to him? Will he recognize his family? Any tips and suggestions are welcomed.

I almost forgot to tell you! If you haven't seen Nick Torturro's (Renzulli) podcast with Will, then you have to check it out! It's on YouTube if you search for Breaking Bread. First seven minutes are slightly awkward, but I was laughing and crying especially when they tell a story about how they went to a hot spa. It starts at around 25:58-27:30. Let me know what you thought about it because I was laughing so hard :D

And, please, take a part in my questionnaire on my readership's age (on my profile page up), because I wonder whether we are the same age or not or whether you are older or younger than me, it could help me adjust the stories.

Thanks!