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Chapter 3

Jamie looked up at Danny as he entered the room and then went back to studying his hands.

Danny took a seat across from him, placing a notepad and pen off to the side. He was quiet for a few seconds, not sure how to approach an angry Jamie. He couldn't blame him for doing what he did - he wanted to take a crack at the guy himself, but still. "You know, usually I'm the one that's going off the rails and having to be reigned in."

Jamie was back in silent mode.

"Jamie -"

"Can you just take my statement? It's been a really long day and I just want to go home," Jamie said.

Danny lowered his head to try and catch his brother's eyes. "I just want to make sure you're okay. The father's wanting to file a complaint against you and I don't know that there's a way around it considering you jumped him in front of the whole squad." Danny shook his head. "That's not normally you, kid."

Jamie narrowed his eyes at his brother. "It hasn't been a normal day, Danny. So what more do you want, huh?"

They stared at each other for a few seconds before the older Reagan caved.

Danny sighed and reached for the pen and pad he'd brought in. "Okay. Why don't you start with when you first came across Aidan."

/

It was late by the time Jamie made it home. Danny had insisted on driving him, despite his many objections, but his brother had threatened to cuff him and throw him in the back of his car if need be.

He walked into his dark apartment and went straight to his bedroom, not bothering to turn on any lights along the way. He went through the motions of showering and getting ready for bed, hoping sleep would come to him so that he could put an end to this horrible day.

But his sleep was limited that night, interrupted by nightmares of a limp baby in the car, in his arms, of counting chest compressions on his tiny body over and over, all with the same result. He tossed and turned and then just laid awake staring at the ceiling until five a.m., when he couldn't stand to be in bed anymore.

Jamie got up and brewed a pot of coffee, taking a cup back to the living room when it was done. He turned on the television, not bothering to put it on any particular program; he just wanted a distraction. Meaningless commercials played one after the other until the introduction to the local channel's five-thirty news program began. The anchors went through the lead stories, Jamie barely paying attention as he drank his coffee when the voice of a female reporter standing on a darkened New York City street caught his attention.

'the infant, whose identity has not been released by police, was found in a car and rescued by a pedestrian who discovered the child and broke into the vehicle to get him out. We are told that the Good Samaritan performed CPR on the infant until medics arrived on the scene and he was then transported to a local area hospital where doctors were unable to revive him. Police have not released any details on how or why the infant was left in the vehicle, but sources are reporting that the father has been questioned by police. Now, late last night, photos were sent to the station by a witness of the unidentified Good Samaritan and his attempts to resuscitate the infant. These images captured the dramatic scene...'

The air escaped from Jamie's lungs. They switched from one photo to another - profile shots of him performing CPR on Aidan - doing both compressions and rescue breaths, on the ground after the medics had moved him aside to continue his efforts, standing with Officer Suarez after Aidan had been taken away and the last one - him being held back after shoving Brian Monroe, all taken by someone in the crowd of people that had surrounded them when it all happened. They went through the photos once and then showed them again and again as the reporter and anchorwoman discussed the story.

Jamie just stared back, his mouth hanging open. It was bad enough that he had to relive this in his head, but now he had actual photos to remind him of those horrible moments.

And he was unidentified for now, but how long before some one put his name out there?

Jamie didn't think this could get any worse, but it just did.

/

Frank Reagan stepped out of the elevator and hit a speed dial button on his phone. He'd been trying to reach his youngest son since before he left the house this morning but had been unsuccessful so far. Danny had filled him in on what happened the night before, sharing his concern for his brother but not wanting to push too hard. Danny had agreed with Frank's suggestion to leave him in peace for the night and Frank would check in with Jamie in the morning.

Before he'd even had a chance to call Jamie, just as he and his father were sitting down to breakfast with the morning news on in the background, the story of the baby left in a hot car came up on the rotation, but Frank never expected to see images of his son trying to breathe life into the tiny infant. They'd sent chills down his spine - the desperation, the humanity and the absolute shock on his son's face after the boy had been taken away, all captured for posterity. Of greater concern to Frank was the attention it would draw to his normally private son, worse in this case because he knew this had deeply affected him. And it was only a matter of time before someone put a name to the face.

Which was why Garrett Moore was the first person he saw as soon as he stepped foot out of the elevator.

"You've seen the news?" Garrett asked without so much as a greeting, while scanning through something on his tablet.

"I have," Frank answered as he marched towards his office. He frowned and disconnected the call when it went to Jamie's voice mail again.

"Good morning, sir," Baker greeted as she followed the two men into the commissioner's office.

"Good morning, Baker." When Frank got to his desk, he faced his assistant. "Call over to the Twelfth. Find out if Officer Reagan is on tour."

"Yes, sir," she responded and headed back out to her desk, closing the door behind her.

Garrett was still focused on his tablet. "The photos have gone out across the wire. Every major news outlet is running the story, making inquires to the department on the identity of the Good Samaritan and details on the investigation." Garrett looked at his boss. "All of that aside, Frank, those photos...I'm sure I don't have to tell you how gut-wrenching they are. Have you spoken to Jamie?"

"No, you don't have to tell me. And, no, I have not spoken to him. He hasn't answered my calls." Frank sat in his chair and sighed. "Danny caught the case and one of the uniforms on the scene told him about Jamie. Said he's taking it pretty hard."

"Can't blame him," Garrett said as he sat down in a guest chair. "How do you want to handle this? He'll get identified eventually. And we have that press conference already set for this afternoon on the subway mugging case. Questions are bound to come up."

"I'd like a chance to speak to him before I figure that out."

"Excuse me, sir," Baker interrupted.

"What did you find out?"

"Officer Reagan had a day tour today, sir, but he banged in sick," she advised.

Frank nodded. "Thank you, Baker. Clear my morning and let my detail know I'm going to head out in a few."

"Yes, sir," she said and stepped back out.

"Mountain's going to Mohammed?" Garrett asked.

"My only choice," Frank replied.