AN - Hello! What do you think? Btw. have you ever thought about, what would happen, if Jamko turned into an official couple? We got the Sunday dinners straight, but they would both need knew partners, and we would hardly get to see them save the day in uniform, together! Argh! But! - nonetheless, I predict something Jamkoish will happen in either the season finale or next season. What do you think? Anyway, here's the third chapter. I hope you like it. As always, leave a review - I do, really love them! /K.
Chapter THREE) Thursday, 9.15 am, One Police Plaza
"Boss, have you heard?" Sid Gormley asked as he rushed into the corner office on the fourteenth floor. Whatever the commissioner was doing, the news he had was more important.
"I know about Jamie, yes," Frank replied and just as he ended the phone call with his oldest son.
"What are you going to do?" Sid asked, still sounding edgy. The door opened again and Garrett Moore stepped in, his trusty phone still plastered to his ear.
"Yes, of course, I'll let him know… thank you… no, he'll be there in ten minutes… yes, thank you," Garrett ended the call and half a smile played over his lips.
"Where will I be in ten minutes?" Frank asked, already standing and walking to the coat hanger.
"What happened?" Sid asked, completely confused about the situation. He had only just learned about Jamie's disappearance.
"Midtown Presbyterian. This morning, a John Doe was brought in and he's just been recognized as a police officer. We have no confirmation yet, but it sounds like Jamie," Garrett explained as he walked back to the door, he opened for the two men. "Abigail has called for your car already and she is calling Danny and Erin with an update right now. Frank shook out the collar on his coat and flattened it when his phone screamed for attention. He grabbed it out of his pocket and answered it quickly when he saw Erin's name on the caller ID.
"Erin, I think we've found him," he greeted her, knowing how much she would worry about her younger brother.
"What? Where? Is he okay?" she asked, having many more questions.
"Midtown Presbyterian. I'll pick you up in two minutes," he answered briskly and ended the call without further words. They were already heading down in the elevator and he turned to Garrett to his right. "What the status?" he asked, referring to the health of the man they were going to see.
"Hasn't been conscious, small bruises and a single needle mark in the neck, that all I know. One of the doctors recognized him from a while ago, something about a cut above the ear and blood all over his face and uniform," the DCPI replied and Frank remembered the Sunday dinner where Jamie had been sporting a couple of butterfly bandages in the hair. That was about four months ago, if he remembered correctly. The perp had taken a swan dive down the stairs to a subway station when Jamie had grabbed him by the collar and followed him down. True to his word, the convoy stopped by Erin's feet less than two minutes later and then sped uptown for six minutes. Even with the heavy morning traffic, they weaved through the cars, easily. The flashing lights made their passage much easier and a good deal faster. As the four of them speed walked into the ER, a doctor approached them and greeted them with a tense smile.
"Our John Doe has no broken bones, we don't even think he's got a concussion, but the blood results just came in," he said as they walked down the hallway and turned around a corner. "There's a lot of lorazepam in his system and trace amounts of ketamin, both of which is probably why he's still unconscious. Everything else is mostly superficial lacerations and bruises," the doctor explained hurriedly and opened a door to a room. He took a step back as Frank and Erin walked into the room and he followed them inside.
"That's him. Jamie Reagan," Frank confirmed for the doctor without taking his eyes of Jamie.
"We've countered the drugs in his system, so he should be waking up soon. The lorazepam could give him some memory loss, but he should recover pretty quickly," he finished as Frank stepped closer to the bed. It was definitely his son.
"Thank you, Doctor," Erin said quietly and walked up to the other side of the bed. Her mind started to conjure up every kind of possibility to why her brother was lying here. If this had something to do with her trial, she would make the case and get the proper parties locked up for a long time. Frank had taken a seat in the chair next to the bed and was holding on his son's hand. He couldn't take his eyes on Jamie's face. The bruised cheekbone, cut lip and split eyebrow, nothing he hadn't seen before, but mostly they had been on Danny or even Joe, which he had gotten used to. But seeing the wounds on Jamie, was just out of place. Once again, Frank's phone shrilled in his pocket and he answered it, without glancing away from his son.
"Is it him? Is he alright?" Danny almost yelled into his ear and Frank had to momentarily remove the phone. Even Erin could hear her brother from the phone.
"It's Jamie… the doctor thinks he's fine, he should wake up any minute," Frank replied distantly.
"Thank god," Danny breathed a relieved sigh. "We'll be there in five minutes," he continued and Frank could vaguely hear the roaring of the engine. With Danny driving it would be closer to three minutes. Maybe even two minutes if he used the lights and siren.
"We?" Frank asked and his mind briefly flashed to his partner, Baez.
"Yeah, I got Janko with me... we'll be there soon," he replied and ended the call without another word.
A distant rumble pulled him out of the murky depths he had been roaming in for too long. He was vaguely aware of the presences around him and he realized he was on a bed. He tried, with all his might, to open his eyes, but it was like they were glued together, so he let it go for a moment and focused on his hearing. The low voice of his father was right next to him, but he could make out the words yet. Erin's quiet, worried tone was on his other side. His arms and legs were heavy, like he had been sleeping for too long. Mentally he walked through his body, making sure nothing was broken, flexing his muscles the best he could. His brain felt like cotton and he had a hard time remembering what had landed him in a bed. He didn't recall going to bed or falling asleep. Once again, he tried opening his eyes and a little sliver of light made him squint. If he had the control, he would have cringed his nose and turned away, but his whole body was being weighed down by a thousand years, apparently.
"Jamie?" One single word, his name, reached him and he took in a deep breath to reply.
"Mmm…" was all he could muster for the moment and he let go of the breath again. He wasn't even sure if it was hearable. After a while, he tried to open his eyes but it took a few tries to keep them open.
"Hey," Erin greeted him and Frank smiled, or rather, his moustache curled upwards. Jamie blinked slowly took in another breath. Several breaths, until he was sure he could express himself with more than grunts and moans.
"Trial?" he asked, trying to focus his eyes on Erin and she shook her head.
"In recess. How are you feeling?" she threw back at him and turned shrugged. Or tried to.
"What… happened?" he asked, this time looking at his father, questions in his eyes.