The phone rang and Jimmy picked it up. He didn't know the number which was calling him.

"Jimmy Riordan, how can I help you?" He asked plainly as he would talk to anyone who would call him.

"This is DCPI Garrett Moore. Mr. Riordan, I'm calling you on behalf of the commissioner Frank Reagan," Garrett revealed to the younger man. "Do you think you have a moment for me?"

"Oh?" Jimmy uttered surprised. "Ok," he mumbled nervously. What could have the commissioner possibly want for him? "How can I help you, Mr. Moore?"

"Your little act of bravery made a good impression on the commissioner and he would very much like to invite you for a lunch as a little thank you on behalf of the city of New York. He asked me to give you a call and set it up."

"Ehm, that's not really necessary, Mr. Moore. Anyone would save that baby, if they were in my place, you see," Jimmy replied hastily.

"Not, everyone, Mr. Riordan!" Garrett, who was on his secret mission, pointed out. "Still, the commissioner would be pleased if he could repay you your kindness and have you for lunch."

At this point Jimmy was slightly panicking. What would uncle Phil think about that? He doubted uncle Phil would want him to dine with the current commissioner of the NYPD. He definitely couldn't decide without knowing uncle his opinion first.

"I must think about it," he replied nervously after a while. "May I call you back?"

"Please, do so," Garrett insisted. He wasn't going to let Jimmy off the hook that easily.

"Alright," Jimmy agreed before he hung up. He felt sick to his stomach after he hung up.

***BB***

"Ehm, uncle Phil, do you think you have a moment for me?" Jimmy asked the head of the Cavazzerre family as he walked into uncle Phil's study.

"What is it, Jimmy?" Phil asked Jimmy in a good mood as he looked up from the newspapers he was just reading.

Jimmy just sighed heavily before he replied: "The NYPD commissioner Frank Reagan invited me for a dinner," the young man revealed to his uncle as he sat down in a chair opposite to Phil's desk. "I know I fucked it up, but what am I supposed to do?" Jimmy asked the older man for his advice.

This has caught Phil's attention.

"Did he?" The mid-aged man asked surprised. What was Frank up to this time? He wondered. He and Frank went back. Actually, Phil Sanfino knew the commissioner's late wife Mary once. But their paths haven't cross for a long time.

"Yes, he did," Jimmy uttered with a worried voice for he didn't know how he should addresse this situation. "Do you think it's a good idea to turn the commissioner down?" He asked uncle Phil about his opinion.

Phil Safino took some time to think about it. Maybe they could too benefit from this meeting. He kept thinking.

"Perhaps, you should go," he suggested after he gave it a good thought.

"It's always a good thing to know your enemy. I believe we might benefit from this meeting eventually."

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call Frank Reagan our enemy, he is just doing his job…" Jimmy objected carefully. No matter from which background he came, he always had respect for the work the commissioner was doing.

"And so are we," uncle Phil reminded him at once. " Don't forget about that!"

"Of course," Jimmy nodded his head hastily. He sometimes forgot to whom he was speaking.

"Right, I suggest you give the commissioner a call as soon as possible, it's quite impolite to keep a man in his position waiting," Phil Sanfino suggested to Jimmy.

***BB***

"Commissioner," Jimmy Riordan greeted the man as he came to the table where the commissioner was seated. The restaurant Frank has picked was pretty simple, yet elegant and would allow them to speak freely.

When Frank saw Jimmy for the first time, he was shocked for the young man kind of reminded him of his late son Joe.

"Mr. Riordan," Frank replied politely after overcoming initial shock, offering Jimmy his hand.

The both men exchanged a brief handshake. The commissioner then exchanged a world with his assistant who accompanied Jimmy to the table: "Thank you, Baker, that will be all."

"Mr. Riordan," he then turned to the younger man, "please, do sit down."

"Thank you," Jimmy replied rather shyly. He still was quite nervous about the whole thing.

So, this was the Cavazarris' secret ace? The fearless lawyer who won them every battle or at least during the last two years since he finished the Harvard Law? Frank thought for himself as he gave Jimmy a close look, inspecting every detail about the young man.

"My sources have told me that you finished Harvard Law School- top of your class," the commissioner pointed out as he and Jimmy were looking at the menu.

"Ehm, that's correct," Jimmy uttered as he nervously looked around. He wasn't really used to be in the centre of someone's attention. That has always been uncle Phil, Noble or Bianca, in their family. Jimmy has always rather stayed behind, listening. That was also why he was able to provide advice to uncle Phil when needed. He just kept observing what others were saying and how they were behaving. Yet the commissioner was hard to read.

"And yet, here we are," Frank replied, nodding his head rather sadly.

"What do you mean?" Jimmy asked surprised, not sure what the commissioner had in mind.

"I mean, you saved that baby's life. You were an excellent student. You seem to me like a good person. You could be doing literally anything. Yet, I can't quite figure out why someone like you would decided to work for Phil Sanfino." The commissioner pointed out.

This took Jimmy off guard for he didn't feel really comfortable where the commissioner was going with all of this.

"With all do respect, commissioner, what I do for a living is my thing! I don't do anything illegal, I'm a lawyer. And just so you know, uncle Phil has helped me through the law, I could have hardly turned him down when he asked me to become his family lawyer, could I?" Jimmy asked the commissioner rather rhetorically.

"What do your parents have to say about all of this?" Frank questioned out curiosity. The official records the NYPD had on Jimmy Riordan didn't mention much beside his ties to the Sanfinos, but there was no mention about his parents or any criminal records, not even a single parking ticket. It was something Frank found quite odd. He didn't really know why, but he kind of liked this young man even when he was arguing with him. He reminded him so much of his Joe, and maybe that was why he now spoke so candidly with him, he felt like he was actually talking to Joe.

The last question took Jimmy by surprise. No one has asked him about his parents for a very long time.

He took a sip of water from the glass which was on the table in front of him before he replied.

"Ehm, I don't have any parents, sir. In fact, the Sanfinos are the only family I have ever known." He told the commissioner the truth.

An orphan. Frank never saw that coming. He took a deep breath, feeling sorry for the boy. Well, that would at least explain why someone like him would feel obliged to someone like Sanfinos.

"Well, I'm really sorry to hear that." Frank told Jimmy the truth.

"No need to feel sorry for me, commissioner, the Sanfinos took good care of me! They have been a good family to me!" He told him the last sentence in a way, his own son Danny would. Ready to go with his head against the wall if he had to.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that," Frank replied as he gave Jimmy a good look. This was going to be an interesting lunch he wouldn't forget for a long time.