Danny's pov

I ran. I ran as fast as I could in search of my baby brother and Mason. Central Park is big, and if Kyle was here this worked for me and against me. For me, because Manning had more ground to cover. Against me, because so did I. My mind was racing almost as fast as my legs; eyes in a frantic search for Jamie. What if I was too late? What if Kyle had taken them both? I could not bear to lose another brother.

Finally, while I was catching my breath,I spotted a familiar face. Black hair, green eyes, goofy grin. I sighed in relief. One down, one to go.

"Mason!" the kid turned around at the sound of my voice, grin even wider; hugging me, not even realizing I was holding him a bit tighter than I usually then spoke

"Hey Danny! How's life and work?"

"Busy, but getting a bit better." I replied, not revealing that it was a bit better because I found one of the two people I cared about and was looking for due to their lives being at stake. My next question made me unable to breathe until I would get an answer "Where's Jamie?"

By then, Jackie was already by my side, a gentle hand resting on my shoulder, providing me with the welcome comfort I needed during those agonizing seconds that felt like years I had to wait out before I got my answer.

"He's over there getting a hot dog" he pointed out a vendor's cart a bit further away, and sure enough; Jamie was in line; wearing black Sambas, black jeans, a white T-shirt and his leather jacket. I exhaled in relief, nearly going limp.

"I'll wait here to talk to him." I declared, only Jackie in the loop about the upcoming talk. My partner also knew me way too well, for she only crossed her arms and gave me a knowing look "No you won't. Knowing you, you'll go right next to him!"

Unwilling to play into her very correct prediction, I met her halfway "Middle ground. I'll go a bit closer where I can see him." And with that, I left her with Mason.

Jamie's pov

As I stood in line for a hot dog, I felt an eerie feeling, as if I were being stalked or watched. Thank goodness I had my off duty weapon with me in case things should escalate to the point of me needing to use it; which I hope would not happen; but a cop should always prepare for the worst and hope for the best. I turned to face whoever was near me, and instantly felt relief, adrenaline and slight annoyance curse through my body all at once

"Danny! You scared me! Why are you stalking me?" confusing me even further, he engulfed me in a tight embrace, to the point that I could not breathe. What was going on?

Eventually, we made our way back to Mason, and , to my surprise, Jackie was there. I turned to the detectives "Do you both need help on a case or something?"

They shrugged "Or something."

Danny exhaled, motioning for us to sit. Once all four of us were seated, he looked at me and Mase, a saddened expression adorning my brother's features

"Just like Mason, all your friends decided to come early to surprise you. The problem is, Kyle Manning found out where you all would be and decided to get revenge on all of you because of the grade thing."

My head was already getting filled to the brim with worst case scenarios and I asked "Where are they, then? And where is Kyle?"

Danny got this look of pity and sorrow in his eyes and I instantly knew. They were dead. Since that look's meaning is more widely understood in the world of crime and medicine, a Reagan could easily comprehend it without a word. Since Mase did not seem to have understood, I was the bearer of bad news

"They're dead, Mase. And Kyle is still out there,ready to kill us. And it's all my fault."

The immense guilt hit me like a ton of bricks. Had the reunion not been in New York City, they would all be alive. Danny took me aside as I was starting to lose control of my breathing pattern. His hands lay on my shoulder and on my chin, the latter being used to tilt my head up so our eyes could meet. His were full of sympathy, mine ridden with guilt. They were bloodshot, with more tears threatening to spill.

My older brother's voice broke me out of my thoughts

"Jamie. Jamison Reagan, this was not your fault. Kyle is smart. He's been planning this for a long time; and he found out when this was going to happen. We had no idea they were already here. This is not your fault. Take a deep breath."

I complied, finding myself a bit calmer. " I'm going to find him, Danny. I'll get justice for my friends." He looked at me as if I were crazy

"Absolutely not! You and Mason are under house arrest at Dad and Pops' house!"

My jaw dropped "No way! You have GOT to be kidding me!" He shook his head

"Orders from the PC's office. There will be multiple squad cars at all times and I will also be there until we catch this clown."

By now, I was exasperated " I promised Mase I'd show him New York! And I'm a COP, I can defend us just fine!"

Backing me up, my best friend nodded "Yeah!"

Danny's signature smirk returned to his face and he replied "So give him a tour of the house, he'll be thrilled!"

Before I could protest any further, Danny put us in his car and sped off to our childhood home.