Sorry this took so long! It's midterms at school right now. PAINFUL! And of course I wrote this before my five and twelve page papers. Obviously, my priorities are in order. Anyway, enjoy, thanks for reading and review!
"Come on, Erin! It's not Jamie. We know it's not. This vic had a limp, did Jamie have a limp? Um, let me see, I saw him, I don't know at least one a week on Sundays, usually more than that. Don't you think I would notice something like that?" A frustrated Danny Reagan yelled at his sister.
"It's not that, Danny. The M.E. can 'neither confirm nor deny' that it's Jamie in the car. I don't think we can just write off an ankle injury as that it's not Jamie." Erin replied.
"Stop it! Stop it right now!" a usually calm Frank Reagan shouted as his two eldest children. "Erin, if it is Jamie in the car, what's the harm of looking closer? Danny, it could very well by Jamie in the car. Don't write it off. We need hope, but yelling at each other will solve nothing!"
Both Erin and Danny were silent.
"Now, if the body is not Jamie's, then where is he?" asked Frank.
"Well, I asked Jackie to track his cell and she said she'd call me with what she—"
Danny's phone interrupted his explanation.
"Yeah, Jack, I'm here. Okay, I'll meet you there" was the conversation that Frank and Erin could hear.
"Jackie tracked his cell to an abandoned warehouse. I'm going to go meet here there. I'll keep you updated," Danny yelled while grabbing his coat and running out the door.
Bring him home, son. Bring Jamie home.
The warehouse was surround as Danny pulled up.
"Heat sensors register two people in the building," greeted Jackie.
Danny's heart rate sped up. "Jamie?" he asked.
"We don't know. One appears to be tied up. You ready?" Jackie answered uncomfortably. She wasn't sure Danny should be investigating this case, but she was not going to be the person to tell him otherwise.
"I'm ready to figure out what kind of game these bastards are playing with my family. On my count…1…2…3!"
And so the raid began. Caught by surprise, the one man reached for his gun, but the SWAT took him out before he could get a shot off. Officers ran to untie the person on the chair.
"He's not breathing; call EMS! We need a bus!" called out one officer.
Jackie blocked Danny's way to the body.
"Jamie! Is it Jamie? Jackie! Come on, is it my brother? Is my brother dead?" Danny began frantic, panicking.
Was he too late? Was his brother alive this whole time until the moment they found him?
"Danny. Danny! HEY! Look at me, look at me!" Jackie pulled Danny's face to look at hers.
"It's not Jamie. It's not Jamie, okay?"
Relief washed over Danny like a waterfall. The same feeling he had when the female body in the Hummer wasn't Linda.
"You okay, Reagan?" asked Jackie
"Yeah, I am now." Taking a deep breath, Danny continued. "Then who is this guy? Wait, I know him. That's the guy that Jamie talked to when he was undercover at that bar. The one that overdosed! Wait, I thought he was part of the Cappezari crime family? Why was he tortured? This doesn't make sense!" Danny ranted.
Just then an EMT yelled, "He's awake, but I don't think he's gonna make it!"
Danny quickly asked, "Is Jamie Reagan alive? Where is he?"
The man on the ground pained, a flash of a confusion, and responded, "Jimmy…told cops…my fault…they have Jimmy," and with that his eyes rolled back in his head.
"He's gotta go!" yelled the EMT quickly wheeling him in the ambulance, which proceeded to speed off to the hospital.
Danny turned to Jackie and spoke the question that everyone was asking, "Who's Jimmy?"
The rich man threw a bucket of ice-cold water on the young man's face. Immediately jerking was not the best idea for the younger man. Searing pain engulfed his whole abdomen. Looking down he saw that his stab wound was stapled together. It looked like the rich man used a staple gun and the site was bright red and swollen.
"Yeah, had to do with what I had, ya know?" the rich man laughed.
"What do you want from me?" pleaded the younger man.
"Well. We have some more time, since everyone thinks Reagan's dead," condescension dripping from every word.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? HIS FAMILY KNOWS HE'S NOT DEAD. THEY WON'T STOP UNTIL YOU'RE DEAD. I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME," yelled the younger man back at him.
Grabbing a remote for a newly placed television in the room, the rich man turned to the local news.
New York City is mourning the loss of another officer today. Jameson Reagan was driving a squad car, which was rigged to explode. He is the Commissioner's son and we all know that the Reagan family is barely over the loss of another son and officer, Joseph. Such a tough loss, the entire city is behind the Reagan family at this time.
The young man, Jimmy, sat on the chair shocked. I can't tell this guy I'm the cop he's looking for. I have to maintain my cover. Danny knows I'm not dead. He has to. They're looking for me right? They'll find me, right? Any hope that his family was looking for him was slowly diminishing and a hopeless feeling washed over the "dead" Jamie Reagan.
The rich man turned off the television, while the tears were rolling down Jimmy's face.
"Now, this is the last time I am going to ask you. Where is this Reagan?"
Dun, dun dunnnn. What should Jamie do? Maintain his cover of Jimmy, hoping the rich man won't kill him? Or tell him since he thinks his family isn't looking for him anyway! Ah! Thanks for reading and please review!