Disclaimer: Still. I promise. I don't own Blue Bloods.

Ch. 8

Bang.

The gunshot rang out loud and clear. Jamie had grabbed his off-duty weapon from the waist of his pants, and prayed that Eddie would have remembered the story of Danny saving Erin.

Eddie hit the floor and before Vino knew what was going on, he took a bullet to the face.

Flashback: Jamie is a boy again, listening to Grandpa Henry's stories. "Now remember Jamie. If your dad, or Danny or Joe or any of us say 'Please don't hurt my family,' you hit the deck. Nobody messes with a Reagan."

Jamie ran over to Eddie and held her, calling for a bus and backup, not even realizing that he had been shot by Felicia.

Nobody messes with a Reagan.

Danny arrived first at the scene, alarmed at the open door and body pileup.

He drew his weapon but put it away when he saw Jamie and Eddie on the kitchen floor.

"My God, Harvard. It's bloodier than a butcher shop in here. Are you ok?" Jamie looked at Danny with the slightest hint of a tear in his eye.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. But she needs help. I can wait...but I can't lose her, Danny. I can't!" He punched the wall.

Eddie's eyes were flickering open and shut, reaching for Jamie's hand.

Danny put his arm around his brother.

"Kid, you did good. You pushed through hell today. Joe woulda been proud. Of you both."

As the EMTs arrived, a group tended to the dead perps. Eddie was loaded into the ambulance with Jamie holding her hand, beside himself.

I can't lose her.

Danny called Linda and told her what happened. She prepped a team for surgery for both Eddie and Jamie.

Danny also knew he had to make a call to someone else. "Pop, it's me." Frank sat up in his desk, bracing himself for bad news. Danny just didn't call out of the blue, unless something was wrong.

"Eddie and Jamie, they've been shot. But they took down the Gambinis. We have enough hard evidence to nail the whole crew. They did good. Linda's expecting them now at St. Vin's."

Frank stood up and rushed out of the office. He had to get to the hospital. He couldn't lose another son.

Jamie had taken a bullet to his shoulder, and was taken immediately into surgery. His mind flooded with thoughts of Eddie: her laugh, her sarcastic jokes, her sweet touch. Just her. "I can't lose her," he mumbled as the nurses took him away on a gurney.

Meanwhile, Linda and a trauma team were tending to Eddie. She had lost a fatal amount of blood and the gunshot had been stopped by her breastbone, which had shattered somewhat. She was in a lot of pain and drifted in and out of consciousness. "Prep an OR. Gunshot trauma, vic is approximately 25, pregnant. Wait no, it's just one of those cushion-belly things," one of the nurses said. Kathy, one of the other nurses put the fetal heart monitor on the spare cart, but looked concerned.

"Before we do an X-Ray or any kind of surgery, we need to confirm that she isn't pregnant." The nurses nodded in agreement. Because the lab was closed on Sundays, Linda doubtfully rubbed some ice cold jelly on Eddie's real belly, once she was stabilized and prepped. She used the sonogram machine and ran the wand over her slightly hard abdomen. She saw a tiny blob on the screen and investigated it further. "She is actually pregnant. Looks about eight weeks along, baby is not in distress at this time." The nurses reported their findings to the doctor and then wheeled her away to surgery.

Jamie's surgery was easy enough and he was quickly taken into a recovery room.

Meanwhile, in the waiting room Frank, Danny, Baez, Erin, Nikki, and Renzulli waited anxiously. They didn't know how bad it was.

The doctors were able to remove the bullet from Eddie's chest and to remove the bone fragments from where they had been embedded. She lost a lot of blood, so she required a blood transfusion.

A nurse left the room and went to go check on Jamie. He was sitting up and drifting in and out of sleep, but with a worried expression on his face, reminiscent of Frank in so many ways.

"How is she? Did she make it?" Jamie's face was full of concern. The nurse smiled at him.

"She'll be just fine. Not too often we get pregnant women with gunshot wounds." Jamie laughed "Oh I'm sure she's glad to have that thing off her belly. It made her pee all the time."

The nurse looked confused and looked at the ground.

Jamie sat up straight. "What's wrong?"

The nurse opened the file containing Eddie's health information, and took out the sonogram picture.

"It's doubtful that she even knew yet, but she's about eight weeks along," the nurse said.

Jamie's eyes widened as he did the math.