Disclaimer: Still don't own Blue Bloods. But CBS Screenwriters should really take some hints from FanFiction stories.
Ch. 7
I need you. No, not like that. I need you. Eddie bolted upright in bed. For the past two months, she had been having the most lucid dreams. And while having Jamie there to hold her helped, she remained perturbed. Last night's nightmare was reliving her first kill.
Flashback (thoughts): I...I killed him. Another living being. I shot him. In cold blood.
Jamie stirred and kissed her forehead, making her almost cry again. But this time, tears of relief and joy.
Damnit Reagan. I'm not usually this emotional.
"Jamie, wake up. Someone's at the door." Eddie rubbed his bare shoulder gently. Jamie opened his eyes and got out of bed.
He had been working as an investigator and record-keeper for Vino for the past two months, and on the down low, he was making copies of every document. He had enough information to put Vino away for life. All they needed was a final hit.
Eddie had also acquired much information over the course of her friendship with Patricia. Actually, Eddie began to like Patricia. She reminded her of a childhood friend. Unfortunately though for Patricia, she didn't know when to keep her mouth shut. Eddie heard stories of cold-blooded kills, (secretly recorded on her iPhone) details of high end LSD and meth trafficking (how else would you pay for a Porsche?), and a top-secret prostitution ring run by Vino's brother, Antonio in Brooklyn.
They had all the information they needed.
But as Jamie went to the door, something deep inside Eddie felt horribly wrong.
She threw on her robe and nightgown, along with her belly well-attached. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw Kenny Gambini and Felicia Hanson. She saw a gun brandished in Felicia's left hand.
"This doesn't look too good," she thought to herself.
Jamie was talking nonchalantly with them, trying to throw suspicion off.
Eddie heard bits and pieces of the conversation, hearing the words "Commissioner", "Desk photo", and "NYPD". She crouched down and tried to crawl to the kitchen so she could radio for backup. Unfortunately, Vino was waiting for her at the back door.
He fired off a shot, hitting her in the upper chest. She cried out in pain. Jamie shot Felicia and Kenny, and ran over to where Vino had his arm around Eddie's shoulder.
Dear God, please. Let us make it out of here alive.
He saw Eddie's face flush with tears and blood spilling from her lips. She was shaking her head no vigorously.
The sight made his blood boil.
Vino smirked. "You stupid cop. You didn't think I'd figure it out? Run your prints? Those closest to us often make the greatest pawns in my game. You crossed me. You tricked me. And you think I'm going away for life? Hell no."
He doesn't know Eddie is a cop, too.
"Vino, ok. We'll make a deal. Give me my wife, and you walk free."
Jamie put down his NYPD-issued firearm.
"Shame, Reagan. I don't make deals with pig cops like you."
Jamie looked at Vino square in the face.
Dear God I hope this works.
"Please don't hurt my family."