Work on a Saturday wasn't a rarity for Frank Reagan and his staff, yet truth be known, his daughter was right. It helped keep him busy before one of the three hardest days of the year. Mary's birthday was the first, her death the second and Mother's day the third. Closing out the top five would be their anniversary and Christmas.
Mother's Day. The day that reminded him of all the blessings she had given him. Namely their four beautiful children. He cherished his time he spent with each of them and this morning on the pier with Erin had been good for his soul.
Turning in his desk chair, he sought after the frame family photo from the dedication ceremony in honor of Joe last spring. He took in the strength of his children surrounding him.
Erin, his strong, beautiful and powerful defender of the law on which he stood. Every day she seemed to change the world in some capacity. He only wished his Mary could see the woman and mother she'd become. Weathering the divorce like a champ, he knew she now was gun shy in the romance department. He trusted her to follow her heart and until another man earned the right to fight for her heart, he would cherish his time with her.
Danny, passionate, resourceful and hot tempered just like many Reagans before him. Though he tended to act more like Henry in his policing and detective work, Frank never underestimated Danny's ability to get the job done. He was the best of the best and every superior officer told him so. But the kid also had a soft and sensitive side many never saw. He was the family man Mary always prayed he would turn out to be. Loving husband. Caring father. Defender and protector.
Jamie being back in the house the previous week, though under duress, made him grateful for the honorable young man he'd grown to be. His heart drove his actions and he bravely stood when most would cower and concede at the chance. He'd never been more proud than to see his son in his dress blues after his Police Academy graduation. And Jamie had become one of the finest in the department.
There were things Frank Reagan should be taking care of like the budget cuts that sat awaiting for him on his desk or the list of commendation medal recipients Garrett had given him last week that needed reviewing. But in that moment of peace, he enjoyed the solace of his personal haven.
And then it was interrupted by none other than his Deputy Commissioner of Public Information, Garrett Moore.
"Here we are again on a Saturday." The chipper sarcasm of one of his truest friends entered through the door.
Frank turned around in his desk. "Hazard of the job."
"Well you might be wishing you'd stayed at home." Garrett chose his words carefully with his newest information.
The thick signature mustache above Frank's lip bristled as he huffed. "What do you got?"
"Reports of a scuffle between a detective and a uniform." Garrett started.
Frank released an aggravated sigh. "That is hardly anything for the PC to handle. Let their COs handle it." Surely Garrett wasn't desperate enough for work that he's reporting a scuffle.
"It's out of the five-four." He allowed time for Frank to process. "Officer and Detective Reagan both accosted each other in a locker room apparently. Had to be pulled apart by their partners."
Closing his eyes, Frank's fatherly intuition peaked. "Either of them harmed?"
With a shake of his head, Garrett continued. "No. It sounds like outside of a little shoving and shouting no damage was done."
"How'd you hear about it?" Frank asked curious of why a shouting match between his two sons caught the attention of his DCPI.
"Lieutenant Hayes from the 54th. He's covering as CO for Major Cases while Gormley is out. He didn't want anything official but he knew the scuttlebutt would make it's way to 1PP. Thought he'd head it off before you heard anything." Garrett shifted nervously feeling as if he just ratted out his best friends.
Frank's large head nodded as he drew in a calming breath. "Pull them both off the street and have them report to my office." Frank turned his back on Garrett before muttering. "I'll handle this off the record."
A little knife twisted in Garrett's stomach as he stared at the back of the formidable Frank Reagan. Their relationship was an odd mixture of boss to employee, friends and a fatherly mentor. But Garrett Moore tried as hard as he possibly could to remain in Frank's good graces as he never wanted to see the side of disappointment that he glimpsed before him.
Ducking out of the office quickly and quietly, he released a held breath. He'd just keep himself preoccupied until this blew over down in his office and avoid the 14th floor if all possible. Detective Abigail Baker, who works as Frank's personal assistant, gave Garrett a curious look.
"Please have Officer Reagan and Detective Reagan report to the Commissioner's office forthwith." Garrett attempted to maintain a professional tone.
Detective Baker did not miss the quiver in the DCPI's voice. "Should I mention what this is concerning?" She asked.
"I wouldn't if I were you." Garrett smiled cautiously. "But between us, I'm sure glad I am not the son of the Commissioner today."
Baker bit her lip slightly in understanding. She'd worked for Frank since he made the move to the 14th floor and she highly respected the man. Reminded her a lot of her own father. Thus, she would never want to disappoint or upset him.
She reached for the phone with a heavy sigh.