Jamie had simmered slightly as he stared out the passenger window of the squad car. Renzulli had let him have it once they were outside the 54th. Words like hot-headed, unprofessional, House Mouse were thrown at him, but eventually Sarge had settled himself down.

"Your head on straight over there, Harvard?" Sarge asked as they pulled up to Chambers' station. A higher police presence was requested by the commanding officers, so they were there to be additional bodies.

Jamie looked back at his partner. Renzulli had taken him under his wing and taught him the ropes. He remembered the conversation they'd had about Danny's police tactics. Sarge wasn't Danny's biggest fan because he often reacted first and thought second. Kind of like him today.

"Yea, Sarge. On straight." They both exited the car heading for the subway tunnel when their radios came alive.

"12-Sergeant."

Grabbing for his radio, Renzulli replied. "12-Sergeant, go ahead."

"12-Sergeant, we have a 10-2." Both men looked at each other questioningly. 10-2 called for them to return to command. Their tour had just started.

"Concerning what, dispatch?" Renzulli asked.

"No further information was given. Just for 12-Sergeant to 10-2 immediately." The lady's voice sounded bored with the conversation.

"That's strange." Renzulli said as they returned to their RMP.

Jamie nodded but a sickening feeling began to build in his stomach. Something must have happened.

Both were lost in their own thoughts as they headed across the sector back to the 12th precinct. Jamie worried that something had happened to his family as the only other time he'd been 10-2'ed was when Grandpa had the heart attack last Thanksgiving.

He wasn't really sure how they'd gotten back so quickly, but before he knew it, Renzulli pulled into a parking spot in the lot of police cars. Jamie assumed Renzulli was anticipating not returning to patrol. They both headed back into the building feeling a buzz of anticipation.

"Hey Sarge," Renzulli called out to the desk sergeant standing behind the large commanding desk. "We were 10-2'ed. What's up?"

The desk sergeant, a tall guy with bright red hair, flipped through a few notes scattered atop the desk. "Oh yea." He found the note. "C.O. got a call. Officer Reagan is to clock out. Personal business called by the PC. Wants him up at 1PP."

Renzulli looked over at Jamie's who face had gone ghost sheet white. "Any information on the cause of his request?"

Shaking his head, he crumpled up the note and tossed it into the waste basket underneath. One less thing cluttering up his work space. Jamie seemed to be frozen in his place until Renzulli's hand landed with a thud on his shoulder.

"Come on kid. Can't be that bad." He tried to rouse the kid from the shocked expression he currently wore. "If it was something bad, they would have at least given you a heads up."

Jamie's mouth went dry but he nodded anyways. "Guess." He started but forgot what he was going to say.

Tony looked concern for the kid. He couldn't imagine what the commissioner wanted with Jamie that had gotten him so freaked out. His hand shook the kid's shoulder trying to wake the kid. "You, ok?"

Blinking hard, Jamie returned to see Sarge staring at him bewildered. "Yea, sorry." He recovered. "Guess I need to go change."

Jamie left Renzulli looking worried as he headed for the locker room. The twisting in his stomach told him his dad had heard about his fight with Danny. He wasn't sure what was about to come of it, but he was sure his dad would not be pleased to hear his two sons had been going at each other's throats in one of his houses.