"Do you have a clear view of them?" Joe asked, peering through the front window of the white van, where Danny and Jackie were sitting with their sunglasses on their faces, peering ahead.
In front of the door were two grungy looking men, holding their guns out as if to frighten the NYPD cops. They started advancing towards the van, as if suspecting that THEY were up to something.
How preposterous.
"Commissioner Reagan of the NYPD." Frank identified himself to the men. The two Reagans and Jackie turned their heads to see Frank standing there with his arms up in the air, in surrender. The men sneered.
"Clear out your pockets." They growled, one of them holding up a gun, the other feeling around for any hidden weapons. "The deal was that you came alone." They continued, turning to look at the van.
"They had nothing to do with me." Frank shrugged and followed them in, only turning his head to look back at them with a nod.
"This was not a part of the plan!" Danny screamed, panicking that his father was going in there unarmed. The plan was to shoot them all down to get Erin and Lizzie, no questions asked. The Commissioner was supposed to sit in his car, blocks away, and let the younger Reagan men handle it.
"What do we do now?" Jackie asked.
Danny and Joe both sighed, in sync. "We wait."
-BB-
The two men led Frank through the warehouse, boxing him in so he could not do much wandering. After five minutes, they walked into a room with a multitude of chairs placed in the middle. One of the men motioned to the chairs and Frank sat down. "I am here on your terms. Let me see my daughter and granddaughter." Frank begged.
"Not so fast." The Templar leader came through one of the many doors. "It's an honor to meet you again sir, remember me?"
"I never forget a man who served in my department. Thomas Rider, 34th precinct. You were taken off the force for several misdemeanors, misconduct, obsession with being in charge... you smiled at me after you were let go. I will never understand."
"It was that moment, being let go, that helped me to realize what I wanted to take away from this lifetime. The NYPD is formed of so many white men that follow you, where is their breathing room? Your son Danny has been investigated by Internal Affairs a number of times for his harsh interrogation methods. And we both know how good of a cop your son is. We hear about it all the time on the news."
"My son worked for everything he has achieved. My position in this department had nothing to do with any of that." Frank said in a voice that almost sounded recorded.
"That's bullshit. All three of your sons worked for the NYPD. They were heroes because they had the last name Reagan. That is why they got so much more publicity than the rest of us."
"If you listen to yourself, you would realize that what you are saying makes no sense." Frank declared calmly, not even getting worked up. "Do you want my sons getting recognized for their mistakes or their triumphs? You're making it sound as if they are both good and bad options."
"Huh?"
Frank was irritated. This guy was so stupid! His plan was faulty. Giving him a gun and followers did not make him a leader, less a good one. "What is it that you want from me? My power?"
"I want the power of the Commissioner to be fair and not give advantages. I want police to do whatever the hell it is they want without getting punished." He crossed his arms.
"Like what? Smacking someone in an interrogation room?" Frank shouted back.
It was then that he decided to smile. "More than that... bring her in."
It was then that two men brought Erin in, wearing nothing but a robe.
-BB-
"We have to go in there!" Danny argued.
"Well how do you propose we do that Danny? Do you want us to waltz in the door and not expect everyone to start shooting at us?"
"I can help you with that."
"Lizzie?" Both Danny and Joe ran at their niece, standing in the back of the van wearing black combats, black leggings, and a black jacket.
"We don't have much time."
"Wait, I don't understand. Did they let you go?" Danny asked, trying to inspect his niece for bruises. He was a little upset when he saw that she had a gun in each pocket, and one in her boot, and a knife in the other one.
"This guy is a psycho. He thinks that Grandpa can just magically sign over his power as the Commissioner. He wants to make the NYPD a mafia group."
"What do you mean?"
"He wants to have every man in the NYPD work for him and kill people when he doesn't get what he wants. He would be virtually untouchable."
"Why would he go this route rather than to just start up his own gang? This doesn't make sense to me."
"He was a cop once too, and Grandpa fired him for his actions. He has a personal grudge."
"What I don't understand is that you are standing here in front of us, and he doesn't care that you are feeding us all the information we need to take him down?"
"No, I'm here because he trusts me. He has it in his head that if I am work alongside him, no one will try and take him down because I am the granddaughter of the Commissioner."
"What do you mean he trusts you?"
"I, uh, may have used my acting skills on him."
"And?"
"I did what I had to do. That's my job. I am a Reagan. I fight for justice, for the cops of New York City as well as our family. We were broken." She looked over at Joe, "In more ways than one. But now we are both back here. We get the chance to be a family again."
"Alright, what about all of his doofuses?"
"All NYPD cops that were relieved from duty. They believe that if he gets power they will all get their jobs back, which of course is a large stretch of the truth, but..."
"How do we get in?"
"I take you in." She pulled out a gun, and without wince shot Danny in the leg. Danny screamed in pain, collapsing to the ground.
"Sorry. Now, look like you are helpless and in pain." She handed him a gun, shoving it in his pocket, and began dragging him towards the door.
"Wow," Was all that came out of Jackie's mouth.
"Yeah." Joe agreed.
"I don't know if she is that Broadway loving singing actress anymore. She looks more like a mix of Black Widow and Peggy Carter." Jackie walked back to the passenger seat and sat down, looking at Lizzie dragging Danny along the pavement.
"When did you become a Marvel fan?" Joe questioned, looking over at Jackie.
"I have my moments."
-BB-
"I believe you are familiar with my woman, Erin." Thomas walked over to Erin, the smile on his face growing even more evil as time went on. Frank knew what was coming, and with a motion one of Thomas's men had Frank handcuffed to the chair.
Erin looked over at her father, trying to somehow send him the vibe that she didn't want him to give it up for her. His protecting of New York was much more important. And she mostly, she didn't want him to see what was about to happen.
"She's a cutie, this one. And she's great for a little fun."
The men standing behind her were about to rip off the robe when Lizzie entered. "Hi babe." She ran up to him, kissing him on the cheek. "I got you another one. I convinced him I was on his side. Poor little Danny Reagan actually believed that his sweet little niece was a good girl. You are so wrong. I hope you rot next to the rest of the Reagans. Jamie and Joe will be joining you soon. All the little Reagans are helpless now."
"Lizzie..." Frank frowned at his granddaughter. "What have they done to you?"
"It's amazing Grandpa... I thought that the NYPD was great the way it was. But I was wrong. This new vision... it's the future. Police officers should get the right to do whatever they want. And they should not be taken down by the Commissioner. They should be taken down after retirement. I think that Tom is the perfect candidate for this new idea. My suggestion to you would be to sign off all the power now, before little Erin gives Tom the fun he wants."
"Elizabeth... Reagan blood is blue blood. You always be apart of this family no matter how hard you try to convince yourself otherwise. Even when you were living in Chicago you were a Reagan. Blood is blood. " Frank pleaded with his granddaughter. Then he saw something in her eye. Love. Love for him and his son and his daughter, her mother.
"Please Frank, sign it away. Sign away all of the power you think you deserve. You don't deserve any of it. Look what you've done. Thousands of people have died under your watch. You could have saved them all. But no. You didn't. You have a whole group of people right here who want to help this city, but they weren't good enough for you and your police force."
Frank sighed. "No. I won't sign it. You will have to kill me. Even killing me won't magically make you the Commissioner. That's not how it works. You have to be appointed. You have to be wanted. You are not any of this things. You are in no position to go off making demands like these, kidnapping, raping my daughter. That makes me despise you more. You can kill me right here, right now. Just let my children go."
"Lizzie," Thomas called. She turned around to face him. "You want to prove your loyalty to me? Shoot him."
Lizzie pulled out one of the guns from her pocket, tossing it and catching it impressively. She shot a look at her mother, who remained mystified in the corner, and her uncle, who nodded back at her. "Police Commissioner Francis Reagan, I sentence you to death."
It was right then that she spun around and shot Thomas square in the chest. He collapsed with a thump. The men all looked around like they has gotten shot too, they had no idea what to do now that their main head was down. They all pulled out guns, one grabbed Erin.
"I'll kill her! I'll kill her if you don't give us the power!" He almost seemed confused by his own statement.
"You kill her I kill you." Danny growled, his gun aimed at the man. Erin didn't even seem phased anymore.
"NYPD! LOWER YOUR WEAPONS!"
Joe, Jackie, and Danny, amongst Baker leading in about ten other NYPD cops. A group of paramedics jumped in, the sound of sirens wailing filling the airspace.
Lizzie walked over to her grandfather, removing his restraints. "I am so sorry Commissioner. I disrespected this family so much. Look what I've done. I have killed. I am a monster." She choked that last part out, letting the tears she had threatened to fall fall finally. The threats to her and her family were finally gone. They were safe. That was what mattered.
She threw herself into her grandfather's chest, feeling like a little kid again as she cried. Her grandfather lifted him onto a chair before lifting her chin to look up at her.
"I am so proud of you. You saved our family. You are truly a Reagan."
"Dad!" Frank's children all waved him over. The two of them walked over, Lizzie nervously trudging behind him. Danny lay on a stretcher, a paramedic tending to the bullet wound in his leg.
"Sorry for shooting you Uncle Danny. I didn't know if they would believe me if you came in unscathed." Lizzie frowned, feeling the guilt of shooting her uncle for literally no reason. She really should have thought that one through.
"Kid, I don't even know you anymore. You're like a ninja superhero. Don't you worry about me. I will be just fine. We will all be just fine." He opened his arms, letting Lizzie lean in for a hug.
-BB-
"Baker." Frank greeted.
"Sir." Abigail greeted back. "Your son, Joe, he has been keeping me informed on the Reagan Initiative for a while. I have identified everyone working against you on this case. They are all being brought in, whether New York or Chicago.
"Thank you Abigail. My family is indebted to you for your services here today as well as everyday you serve in my office." He nodded in approval, a smile peeking at his lip.
"You're welcome, sir. I will be clearing your schedule for the next few days. Call me if you need anything at all."
"I will, and enjoy your vacation, Baker."
"What vacation, sir?"
"The one I am giving you for the next four days. Spoil that man of yours."
"I will, sir."
-BB-
On the other side of the warehouse, Jackie was arresting the last of the men involved in the days' events. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning." She walked him in towards one of the squad cars, shoving him in.
"You're so cute when you play cop." Joe said, popping up behind her.
"I try to be. So, you excited to going back to playing Reagan cop?"
"Oh, of course. I get to start working the night shift again, living in a crappy apartment, it will all be great."
"I'm sure I'll see you around, you know, being your brother's partner and all that."
"Only his partner? What about his brother?" Jackie turned around to look at him. His muscular figure stood there, looking more heartbroken than ever.
Jackie took a deep breath, taking a step towards Joe. "Joe... I can't do this. I am not a Reagan; I can't be a Reagan."
"Stay with me." Joe begged. "See what life can bring us together. As much as you think you are alone, you are not alone. You are a Reagan whether or not you carry the blood inside you. You have been since the day I met you ten years ago. And most of all, you're my favorite Reagan."
It was then that they kissed.
-BB-
"Ma'am you need to sit down and let us inspect you!" One of the paramedics was screaming. Erin was not having it, attempting to get up off of the stretcher.
"Just let me see my daughter!" She argued. Lizzie turned around at her mother's voice, the waterworks starting again.
"Mom!" Lizzie started running at her mother, almost knocking her over as she engulfed herself in her mother's chest. More tears. "I am so sorry, none of this would have happened, you were raped because of me. Again."
"Lizzie, listen to me. You saved me. I am so proud to be your mother."
"Well, I am so proud to be your daughter."
there you go! ahhhh! next chapter will be the Reagans dealing with the aftermath of the situation. There will indeed be some post trauma.