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Chapter FIVE) Wednesday, 7.00 pm, 12th precinct
"Are you up for a round of having your ass handed to you? Cause I'm in desperate need of a cold beer and a round of darts. Especially, the last one, if your game is as bad as usual," Eddie said when she walked into the men's locker room like usual. She found her partner in the middle of pulling a dark blue t-shirt over his head and he gave her that 'the-door-is-there-so-you-can-knock-before-entering-look'. She raised a hand and knocked the side of a locker. "There… come on, Reagan, you shouldn't be so shy. You realize that you could look worse, right?" she commented with a smirk and a shrug. Jamie's mouth twitched and he cocked his head, humored.
"Is that you, telling me, I'm hot?" he asked, chuckling to himself.
"No, you're not my type. Too much boy scout, you know. No, I'm saying that you don't look bad. And before you say anything, that's not the same thing as being hot," Eddie replied, not skipping a beat.
"Oh, yeah, I see that I need to brush up on my pick up lines, as well" Jamie said, still smiling and Eddie pointed at him as he pulled on his jacket.
"That you do," she confirmed. "You need to dust off that Harvard brain of yours and start working on today's lines. Put it to good use, somewhere," she continued and crossed her arms.
"Beers and darts? I'm all in for proving you wrong about who is being handed their ass, but I'm telling you, it won't be me," Jamie said, replying to the earlier asked question, subtly changing the subject.
"Oh, you are so on, loser buys second round," his partner said, accepting the challenge.
"Not for too long, though, I have to prepare for Erin's case tomorrow," he said as he slung his duffle bag over his shoulder and walked to the door.
"Yeah, that aggravated assault starring Liam Ryder?" she asked sardonically and rolled her eyes. "What a scumbag, he deserves to be behind bars, like three weeks ago," she commented as the two of them walked out the front door of the precinct. Jamie mumbled in the affirmative as he recalled the day. The two of them had been chasing a small time dealer down the street and into an alley. Jamie had yelled for Eddie to stay on him, as he continued down the street and into the next alley to apprehend the kid. He knew those alleys like the back of his hand, so he had no doubt that he would meet up with them again. But as he had turned the corner to the next alley, he all but fell over a two men, one of them on the ground, bleeding heavily from somewhere. The other man was standing over him with a raised aluminum pipe over his head, already starting the swing to the other man's head when Jamie had plummeted into him and tackled the man to the ground. He hadn't even had time to stop before he had collided with the attacker. With some effort and a small cut in his hairline, the man was cuffed and Eddie walked around the corner with their original perp in cuffs. They had called for another black and white and an ambulance and soon after the snowball was rolling. The bleeding, but conscious, man, Jonathan Bradley, had been taken to the hospital. Jamie had almost forgotten about the small cut, until Eddie had handed him a napkin.
Fifteen minutes later, they had received their pitcher of beer and had grabbed the darts for their game of the night.
"Bulls eye," Jamie cheered at his own throw with his hands raised in the air and saw his partner roll her eyes mockingly.
"You wouldn't know a bulls eye if it ran up and bit you in the ass," she sighed and retrieved the darts for her own turn. Jamie scoffed and filled up her glass before topping up his own.
"Ever the critic," he laughed and yelped when she punched him, hard, on his shoulder. "You know, we actually do have punching bags in the gym," mentioned, still laughing, and rolled his shoulder. "We need to work on your foot work," he added, knowing the potential for another blow to his shoulder.
"Watch your words, Reagan, or you'll see foot work instead of these babies hitting a perfect hundred," Eddie warned him with a smile and threw a perfect shot at the board with her second dart. Jamie took in a sharp breath and handed Eddie her glass of beer for a well thrown shot. Jamie raised his glass and took a greedily swig. He had to admit, Eddie had skills, when it came to shooting darts. But if they found themselves in a bar with a pool table, she would be the one buying the rounds, he decided and had another drink of his glass just as Eddie hit another bull's eye and danced victoriously back to the table.
"Beat that, partner," she challenged, beaming with the victory and glowing with the beer.
"You're so cruel. Can't you at least pretend to fail, just one throw," Jamie asked and stood to retrieve the darts.
"No, what would be the fun in that, when I could crush you with my eyes closed?" she said and sipped at her glass.
Thursday, 9.45 am, New York Presbyterian Hospital, Midtown
"So you have no collection of what happened last night?" Eddie asked, when Danny had left the room. "No faces to go on? Nothing?"
"I remember having to pay for the second round," Jamie said dryly and leaned his head back. "I don't remember leaving the bar," he said, irritated with his own memory.
"Ugh, too bad you don't remember how I crushed you in that second game of darts," Eddie said mockingly and Jamie smiled.
"Don't get too confident," he said warmly and closed his eyes for a moment while swallowing the bad taste in his mouth.
"Yeah, we definitely need to work on your social skills with the ladies. We can't have you run around like this," Eddie replied.
"Hey, I was drugged, can't really help it," he joked as the door opened and a doctor walked in with Erin in tow.
"I hear that you are experiencing dizziness?" the doctor said and checked the journal before running through the most basic evaluation. "Any nausea or something else, Mr. Reagan?" he asked and Jamie nodded.
"It's just Jamie, please," the youngest Reagan informed the doctor who barely nodded.
"Dizziness, nausea, headache and tiredness is all," Jamie confirmed and the doctor scribbled some notes down in the chart.
"That is to be expected. Right now we are flushing your system with drugs to counter the effects of the lorazepam and ketamin, which explain the Dizziness and headache. The drugs you were administered explains the tiredness, they are used for sedation. The nausea is your body taking care of the residues from all the drugs in your system," the doctor explained and turned to Erin. "If anything changes, let me know," he said, before whisking out of the door.
"See, I'm fine," Jamie said and yawned. "Where did they go?" he asked, referring to Frank and Danny, as he looked to the door.
"They went down to the cantina for some coffee, can I get you anything?" Erin asked, ready to move heaven and earth for her brother.
"No, it's fine, you should go back to work," Jamie said and closed his eyes a minute, or at least he thought so.