A/N: A wonderful person told me that there was a bunch of spam/coding in my other chapter just like this one. So, here it is again! Thanks for reading!

Jamie was happy to finally be home. What he hadn't thought of was the nice flight of stairs he'd have to go up to reach his apartment. He was still extremely sore. His ribs still bruised and very tender. His head would still hurt and he'd have to pop a pain pill at least once a day. Jamie had left so quickly that he hadn't even thought to grab any of his meds so he knew that his journey up those stairs was going to kick his rear end but he had already come this far and he wasn't going to let the nausea, dizzyness, or his massive headache and pain intrude on him getting some peace and quiet in his own home. Jamie let out a heavy sigh before getting out of his car and making his way to his apartment.
Jamie was panting by the time he sat down on his couch. His head was pounding, his deep breaths were making the pain in his ribs become mildly unbearable. Jamie got as comfortable as he could before dozing off in the solitude of his own home.

**Jamie***Jamie**

Danny finally had a break in the case. Someone called in a suspicious person who was sneaking around their neighbors house. When the cops showed up they immediately noticed that he fit the description Danny had given them two days earlier. When brought in for questioning Danny recognized the suspect.

"Hulio Machiato. He used to run with some drug dealers when I first made detective. He was arrested but none of the charges stuck. Once he was released he went off the grid." Danny explained to Jackie before going into interrogate him.

"How did you know Lisa Daniels?" Jackie asked as Danny stood over Machiato trying to intimidate him but he remained silent. "How were you connected to that family?" Jackie asked but he continued to be silent.

"Listen here Hulio, I remember you and I'm sure you remember me so let's skip past the introduction part. You were seen assaulting an officer four days ago which places you at the scene of the crime. Now yiu might want to start talking." Danny said all patience gone.

"You ain't got nothin' on me homie." Hulio said as he looked Danny in the eyes.

"It's detective. Now, tell me Hulio, do you have an alibi?" Jackie asked before Danny could flip out on him.

"Yes, I do." Machiato said as he kept staring at Danny.

"Can I get the person's name?" Jackie asked as calmly as she could.

"Devon Weston. I was at the bar with him at the time that all of this went down." Hulio said as he continued to stare Danny down.

Danny didn't waste any more of his time in the room as him and Jackie left to go check out Machiato's alibi.

**Danny***Danny**

Jamie heard a knocking noise coming from his door. He groaned in pain when he tried to move. The knocking ceases for a few seconds before it started up again. Jamie drug himself off the couch and made his way over to the door. When he opened it he didn't expect to see the person who stood there in front of him. He was a little shocked, a little irritated, and a little bit afraid that his father stood in front of him giving Jamie a look that he couldn't distinguish between a few emotions: disappointment, anger, and sadness.

"Dad." Jamie greeted and let his dad in his apartment as he offered him a drink. "What're you doing here?" He tried to keep his calm but he knew exactly why his dad was here and he knew it's because he wasn't even supposed to be here.

"I thought I'd take you out for lunch but when I got home you weren't there." Frank said as he walked over in front of his son. "Tell me, Jamie, why did you do it?" Frank paused. "You're a grown adult you shouldn't be running away." Frank said as he took the drink. Jamie didn't even bother looking at his dad to know that he was angry or at least disappointed in his actions.

"Look, Dad, I'm sorry but I needed and break. I wasn't running away. You were at work and Grandpa had plans so I didn't think it would be that big of a deal if I came home for a bit. I needed some space, to be in my own place of solitude. This is it. It's what I needed. Just a small break." Jamie said defending himself withought showing his true emotions of why he wanted a break.

"Are your Grandpa and I that bad to live with?" Frank asked his voice void of emotion. Jamie felt like he was being investigated b y his own father, actually he knew he was it happened a lot when he was growing up, but this time it was different.

"No, you know that's not fair!" Jamie was a little upset this time. "I enjoy being with you and Grandpa but sometimes being in that house..." Jamie fell silent. "It's just..." Jamie couldn't bring himself to finish his statement.

"It's what Jamie?" Frank asked sternly.

"It's nothing." Jamie didn't budge.
"You don't have to flatter me Jamie. If you don't want to be there. . ." Frank was cut off.

"Dad! Would you just stop with the guilt trip already? It's not that I don't want to be there but I don't necessarily want to be there either. I love you and Grandpa but I need time to myself too. I'm an adult and I have things I have to take care of. And of all the people who would understand I figured you be the first one. I'm sorry for cutting you off." Jamie finished his rant quietly.

"Jamie, I didn't come here to argue. I came here because I couldn't find you at home." Frank knew that he couldn't blame his son for needing a break, but he still didn't understand why he had to 'runaway'. "If should be going." Without a goodbye from either one of them Frank left.

Jamie sat in silence thinking about what his actions caused today. He didn't do anything wrong though. He's a grown adult. He has the right to go home whenever he likes, even if he is injured. Jamie didn't know why his dad was saying that he didn't want to be adult round him or his Grandpa, because that wasn't true, and his dad knew that. Jamie just couldn't let his true emotions show. Being in that house it was starting to get to him especially being alone. How could Jamie tell his dad that he'd didn't want to be there was because of his mom and Joe? How was Jamie supposed to show how much being alone in that house was bothering him? It was breaking his spirit.

**Bluebloods***Bluebloods**

A/N: This chapter was giving me trouble so I thought I'd just end it here and move on to another scene the next chapter. Which I'm sure will capture more of the investigation, Sunday Dinner, and Jamie's suspension. And then chapter 5 should bring on the basic whump I started the story with. Hahaha.
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-Until Next Time-
Elmerfudfry