I started down the street until I knew out of sight from the hospital. I saw a taxi going down the road. I started jumping up and down waving my arms to get his attention. The taxi finally stopped, so I asked him to drive me down to the 12th precinct. I buckled using all three of the buckles, because I didn't have my booster seat. I had been told by Dad, that if I didn't have a booster seat and buckle up, I would be in BIG trouble. The taxi driver started to drive, and as I was sitting in the car, he looked up in the rear-view mirror at me, and furrowed his brow.
"Hey, aren't you Danny Reagan's kid? I heard they was looking for you cause you ran away."
I pulled my toy gun from my ankle holster and said "12th precinct. No games. And no. Danny Reagan isn't my dad. My dad was Detective Joseph Reagan of the Warrant Squad."
He took one look at my fake gun, chuckled, and said "Yeah, ok kiddo. Whatever you say. Just don't shoot me."
Uncle Joe looked at me with a smile that had a lot of pride and a little bit of disappointment in it. "Xavy, you're not supposed to pull your gun out until it is needed." I looked up at him and shrugged my shoulders, then smiled the same smile.
When we were nearing the precinct, Uncle Joe started talking to me about what the plan was. "Xavy, you are going to have to run in there, and get your Uncle Jamie. Okay buddy?" I nodded, so he continued. "You are going to tell him everything that happened. And I mean everything. Tell him what I told you when you were having the breakdown, and what happened in the ambulance. Then tell him why you ran out of the hospital." I started to tear up, and all I could do was nod. He noticed I was crying and he wiped the tears out of my eyes. "Hey now. No need to cry. You won't be able to see if you keep with it. It'll all be okay. Just go hug your Uncle Jamie."