"You will have to stay nearby in case we have any more questions." Jackie told Lizzie once they had left the box. Lizzie looked over to see her uncle with his head in his hands. He looked awful.

"Is your partner going to be okay?" She asked, her voice taking a sad dip.

"Yeah, he's dealing with a lot right now." Jackie turned to look at the young lawyer.

"I can imagine." Lizzie sighed. "Well I will be around if you need me for anything else."

Jackie nodded. "Okay, thank you." She started walking towards Danny but stopped when her phone rang. Seeing that it was an unknown number, she slowly put the phone up to her ear.

"Detective Curatola." She answered.

"I need to meet you." The voice on the other side of the line started.

"Excuse me?" Jackie questioned, ready to hang up.

"It's about the Reagans. Come alone." The line dropped and Jackie sighed.

"Looks like now I am a part of that cult." She murmured.

The first thing Lizzie did when she got to her apartment was throw herself across the bed. That was such a close one, and she wasn't even out of the woods. Jackie and Danny clearly thought she was involved, not that she could blame them with the way she was acting.

She had no idea what to do next. She had signed on to take down the Blue Templar and supposedly she was doing what she was supposed to, but what exactly was that?

Standing as bait at her parents' funeral was not the way she imagined she would be helping the Reagans. Supposedly the Blue Templar was just going to come out of nowhere and decide to attack her, even though she was dead? There would be police backup to take down any one who drew a gun, and then they would have a way to get the rest of the group. In a way that made some sense, but in other ways, it made no sense at all.

She slowly flipped on the TV, where the news showed the breaking story of the murderer of two Chicago residents, Melissa and Chad Johnson, had been shot dead in a diner in Indianapolis. The diner was in the background, flooded with police and crime scene investigators.

The newscaster was interviewing one of the witnesses, who apparently worked at the diner and had seen the whole event. She seemed about fifty with white hair and an apron thrown across her body, covered in what appeared to be flour. "The person said that they were an FBI agent and that the man they had shot was wanted for murder. Everyone else in the diner, including myself, was too shocked by everything happening so fast to move."

"And did the man do anything strange up until this point?" The newscaster asked.

"Well, he was sitting in that booth over there." The lady motioned in a booth that was now marked off, "And he ordered some uh, french fries and chocolate shake. He was dipping the fries in the shake. He seemed to be talking to himself. He looked really worried about something. Later on he was using the phone when the person came in and shot him."

"Investigators are determining whether or not the shooter was actually an FBI agent. There are no pieces of evidences leading to that conclusion that that is accurate. An FBI agent would not be wearing a black mask, and they would not shoot to kill. The investigation is ongoing because of these items put into consideration. More news on this story later tonight on the ten o'clo-"

Lizzie sighed. Her father was dead.

Then, exactly who was she after again?

"I have to say, you have some nerve threatening the Reagans over the phone." Jackie walked up to a table outside of a little cafe in Chicago. The man sitting there wore sunglasses, staring down at his phone. Jackie was getting irritated, who did this guy think he was?

"I was not threatening them. This is for their protection. Everything I say must be kept between you and me. Do you understand?" Jackie nodded, trying really hard not to strangle the idiot in front of him. "The Blue Templar is after the Reagans. They think that taking down the whole family will cause Frank to give in to all of their demands."

"The Blue Templar? Wasn't that an old NYPD group?"

"Yes, it was formed by my grandfather a while ago as a union type group. But since then it has gotten corrupt. And somehow it spread to more than just the NYPD. The CPD has a few members as well, watching from within. With the spread, Homeland Security and the FBI fear the group may commence terrorism, thus they urged to start a task force specifically to take down the group. They call it the Reagan Initiative.."

"Why the Reagan Initiative?" Jackie asked.

"Well, after dropping off the radar I was asked to lead the group. Taking down this group is the only way I can be reunited with the rest of my family. Because you're so close to Danny, you need to keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid to avenge the death of his brother or his niece. Also, my agents have a slight hunch that some Templar members will show up at the funeral of the Johnsons because their killer worked for them and start shooting."

"So should Danny and I go to the funeral? Scope it out?" Jackie didn't know why her guard was slowly going down. She trusted him, in a weird way. It was the same way she felt around all the Reagans. They all had this security blanket and urging to keep her and everybody else safe because it was their duty.

"I suppose. But do not engage unless you are completely sure that they are dangerous."

"Okay, I'll do it. But can I ask a question?" The man looked up with a smile and nodded. "Who are you?"

"Call me Joe."

"Melissa and Chad Johnson were taken away by our Lord early. He believed they would serve a better purpose in heaven than here on Earth. " The priest spoke to the crowd, his bible in hand. They might not have been the most religious people in the world, but they did believe that there was an afterlife. Now they knew whether or not that was true. But Lizzie wouldn't know that until she died. And maybe she would die because someone in this mess would kill her, and she could learn to accept that.

Lizzie stared down at the grass that had started dying down on the ground. Every direction she looked, she saw gravestones. Most of the people that had showed up for the service were her parents' coworkers, Melissa's from the school she worked at, and Chad's from the law firm. She felt so alone, not a single family member was there. Her uncle and all of their kids were on vacation in Florida- and didn't even bother to see if Lizzie was okay. They probably didn't know she was 'dead'.

"I think we should go and pay our respects." Jackie said to Danny from where they were standing, far away from the group where their car was parked.

Danny didn't move.

"Danny... I don't know what to say. She's your niece. You said she was practically your kid, and you're not going to even thank the people who raised her...?"

"Jack..."

"Look, I don't know what it's like to have kids and I probably never will. But Lizzie needs some comfort, from Heaven or wherever she is. It may or may not be one of us that should be the ones to give it to her. I don't know. But maybe we should respect the people who raised her because she's probably watching us or whatever. I was never any good at all of this religious crap."

Danny was about to argue when his phone started going off. He did get a little agitated when he saw that it was Erin, calling for a status update for the fifth time within the last hour.

"Erin ... we're here and nothing has happened. He's not going to show up here when there are bystanders around."

"I don't care Danny. I screwed up with Lizzie and I'm not going to let that happen again!" Erin growled, and Danny could hear the shuffle of the line in the background.

"What are you doing Er?" Danny squeezed his fists, to help keep himself calm mostly.

"Flying out to Chicago." Erin declared. Danny leaned back on the car in realization, while Jackie was staring at him, hoping to get some sort of update as to what was going on.

"You don't have to-" Danny started, but Erin cut him off right away.

"Try and stop me." The line went dead.

Danny sighed, looking over at Jackie. "It never ends, does it?"

...

"Do not engage! I repeat do not engage! There are cops there! Wait for my signal!" She quickly slammed the phone down when she saw her boss coming towards her.

"Agent Anderson..." He greeted.

"Mr. Reagan... How can I help you?"

"You can start by telling me who gave you the anonymous tip that the Blue Templar would be at the funeral, and why you put my niece in as bait?"

"I did not put her in as bait! She wanted this funeral for her parents, I was not going to take away the only opportunity the girl had to say goodbye!" The agent said with a nervous grin.

"And exactly who were you telling not to engage?"

"Well, the police that are there in case of attack..."

"Then why did you tell them not to engage because of the cops that are there? Almost like you're the one in charge of the Templar..." Mr. Reagan laughed in a sly sly way before taking the women down to the ground.

"You're under arrest, madam."

Lots of people came up to her and told her to be strong. Eventually all of them left and Lizzie was left alone, standing with her parents. Lizzie stood there for what seemed like hours staring at the stones laying in the ground. At some point snow started falling, and Lizzie pulled the hat over her ears before putting her hands in her pockets. Her phone rang and she slowly pulled it out of her pockets.

"He didn't show up!" Lizzie yelled into her phone when the whole group had retreated back to a restaurant for a luncheon. She had stayed behind, hoping to catch some more time with her family.

"Yes. I'm glad you reunited with your family. We can't have these talks over the phone, our conversations could be tapped into. I'll come see you in the next few days. There are cops watching. Lay low and stay safe."

Lizzie was surprised that it was not her agent calling, but rather someone else from her number. That could not be good... "Will do. Thank you." She put the phone back in her pocket and sighed.

"Mom...Dad... I'm sorry for all of the times I called you guys things I shouldn't have, or talked back to you. I'm sorry I was an awful daughter my whole life..." she choked up, the words trapped inside of her.

Lizzie didn't notice the second car come up behind the first. She had seen the first, but dismissed it thinking it was some random car, even though she knew that it was a cop car. And she had the feeling she knew the cops inside, but she was not going to stop acting dumb.

"Is that the dumb lawyer paying her respects?" Danny asked, the disgust in his voice evident. "Are you sure there was not more to her story?"

"Maybe she is just paying her respects, she is only a kid Danny! She has not been exposed to all of the world's evil. And seeing two parents get murdered in front of their child is kind of a reminder that our world is not a safe place. It's a scary place. And being a lawyer only amplifies these evils because you are surrounded by them everyday."

"What? Erin's words, not mine."

"And I'm sorry for being given to you in the first place. If my grandmother hadn't dumped me with you, you would still be here today. Mom, you would be making a difference in the lives of Chicago kids, and Dad, you would be bringing justice to the law. And I'm sorr-"

"That's an awful lot to say to someone you did not know."

Jackie.

"Well, I uh..."

"CPD... drop your weapons!" They heard from across the lot. The two of them both whipped their heads around to see Danny surrounded by Chicago cops. The two of them shot looks at each other before running towards Danny almost in sync. Jackie grabbed her gun out of the holster.

"Both of you get down on the ground!" One of the policemen screamed, pointing his gun at Danny. "You, put your gun on the ground."

Jackie obliged.

"Help me put this one in the trunk!" One of them said, standing next to Danny. Danny was down on the ground after surely being hit in the head, and there was something in his eyes that Jackie had never seen before.

There were at least ten of them that jumped out of the white van behind them. Why weren't they paying attention? They were cops, they were supposed to be able to get out of things like these.

"They said he only wanted Reagans..."

"Well then they'll get both of them."

The girls watched as Danny Reagan, the best detective they had ever seen, was injected with something that made him stop putting up a fight. They stripped him of weapons before putting him in the trunk.

Jackie tried to fight the guys holding her back, but one of them was holding her up by her hair and the other one had Lizzie up by her hair.

"Well at least we can have fun with this one." They said, all surrounding Lizzie now. Lizzie panicked, she had no idea how to get out of a situation like this. One of the guys gave Jackie a shot in the stomach and Lizzie watched her go limp when she hit the ground.

"So Elizabeth Reagan, it's a pleasure to meet you." The man snarled, holding her up by her hair. "Strip her of everything. If I can't have her mom then I'll certainly take her." Lizzie did the only thing she could do, which was give one of the guys a hard knee in the gut, which threw him slightly off balance. That was enough to let Lizzie loosen the rope around her hands.

They all looked so hungry then. There were five of them surrounding her. One of them had the syringe in his hand, and had it already in her neck when he went stiff and dropped.

Three shots and then all but one were down, the man in charge. Jackie was still on the ground, bleeding out. But her gun was by her side. Boss man looked surprised. He clearly didn't know where the shots had come from, but his main focus was her.

"Elizabeth, you can run, you can hide, but we will always find you." He held his gun up, ready to shoot her. To kill her.

Lizzie dropped to the ground. She looked at the man with a pleaded look in her eyes. "Please don't kill me. Take me instead of my uncle. I'll do anything you want. You can do whatever you want to me."

The man furrowed his eyebrows.

Lizzie whipped out the service weapon she probably should of pulled out five minutes ago, and shot him. By then the other men in the van had caught on that half of their men were gub and that boss guy was screwed and had driven off. Her uncle Danny, one of the strongest people she had ever met, had been taken just like that.

Jackie let out a cough, and Lizzie was reminded that she was standing over a pile of five dead bodies. She walked over them to Jackie, who was coughing up a little too much blood.

"We need to get you to a hospital!" Lizzie hesitated. She didn't know who she could trust at this point... she took the sweater she was wearing off of herself before putting pressure on the wound.

"Danny..." She let out.

"He's gone..." Lizzie said with a gulp.