A/N: Hey all, most of the time I write chapters ahead of when I post them so then I can have a few days break in between. But now my prewritten supply of chapters has ended, so it may take a little longer for updates. But just to let you know, the more reviews I get, the faster I post chapters. That's why the update schedule is so weird. I would LOVE reviews!

I do not own Blue Bloods, just everything that isn't on the show.

Emily POV

I finished with that truck quickly enough so I moved to the one in back that needed more work on it. I was pretty sure it needed a whole new engine, but the department couldn't afford that right now. I told them I'd fix it up as much as I could. Given that I could only work on it during my free time at work, and if I ever came in on my days off, it was slow going. I was pretty sure the thing was going to collapse in on itself any day now. Julia liked seeing it every time she came in, and said it was a good way for me to teach her about cars.

As I rolled myself underneath it I tried to stifle my laugh. For a fourteen-year-old, she had some peculiar interests; firefighting, and cars. I guess it came from growing up in a house full of firefighters though. Sam joined for a few years, but then he quit. He became a social services worker instead; saying he could help kids much easier that way. My grandfather spent enough time at my place since my grandmother died a few years back that he may as well live there. I should bring that up to him. Sam, Julia, and I could move into a bigger place, but my grandfather could still have his own space. He needed more people to take care of. I was sure that when Sam finally got in a serious relationship he would move out, and I would need someone to help me take care of Julia when I had to work late shifts.

Nate came down eventually and saw I was underneath the truck. "You want me to turn some music on for you? It's pretty quiet down here." I jerked when he first spoke, I hadn't realized he was down here. Thankfully I didn't jerk too much or I could have bashed my head into the bottom of the truck.

"Shit." I felt some oil drop down on my head so I grabbed the rag nearest me to wipe it off. I didn't have any other clean clothes here besides these, they were all due for a wash. I was currently in a sports bra, with my shirt laying somewhere next to the truck. I rolled out from underneath the cab, and glared at Nate. "This is my last shirt."

He looked me up and down, "I see that. What happened to the officer at the scene?"

I glared at him again, I wasn't in the mood for his games, "You saw it. The car exploded, and I was barely able to get him to the ground in time."

He shook his head, "You hesitated. You were talking to him beforehand. I know you Em, something was up."

I went on sat on the chair next to the wall, "Like what?"

He perched himself on the counter next to me, "Have you gone to a meeting lately?"

I whipped around to face him, "What?" This was out of the blue.

"You heard me."

"I haven't had a drop in almost eleven years Nate, and I'd like to keep it that way."

He looked at the truck, "You haven't worked on this one in a while. In fact, it was right after the last meeting you went too."

I looked at him, "It's been busy here lately. Even you have had a hard tiem seeing your family on a regular basis lately. How in the world I am supposed to see Jewls and go to a meeting at the same time?" I sighed, "I promise I'm not drinking again. I couldn't do that to Jewls. I'd kill myself before I'd ever do that to her."

He remembered what I was like at my worst. He wouldn't let me near his kids in those last months. My drinking was part of what drove Katie to move to Italy with our other grandparents, and she hasn't come back yet. I shook my head to rid myself of the memories. "You sure you ok Em?"

I paused, was I? "I'm just in a rut Nate, I'll be fine."

He looked at me, "You should start dating."

"Not this again Nate. I've already said I don't ever plan on having a serious relationship. I just don't want one. Now if that's all, I'd like to get back to working on the truck."

I could tell he sat there for a few more minutes. "Want any help?"

I sighed again, "No, Nate, I'm fine."

As he walked away I swear I could've heard him say, "But you need one." He turned the radio on and left.

Jamie POV

It turned out that I had a concussion. Thankfully it wasn't too severe. Dad rushed into the room once the doctor said I could leave, "How are you son?"

I gave him a small smile, "Fine. You didn't need to come down here. I can get myself home."

He smirked, "I was just in the neighborhood. I heard over the scanner that there was an officer down so I came over."

Yeah, right. "Did Danny call you?"

My dad smirked, "Yeah, he's on his way down."

"You guys don't have to do that. I'm fine, honestly. In fact, I was gong to go to the fire station and thank the Captain for saving my life."

He nodded, "I'm sure the captain knows son, you don't have to do that."

What he didn't know was that I also wanted to see if the captain would like to go out for coffee some time. But like I said, he didn't need to know. "I know, but I just want to show her my thanks."

When I said her, his eyebrows raised, "What precinct? Oh never mind, it couldn't be her."

"Who?" I was confused now.

"No one, son. You wouldn't have known her anyways."

He walked me out to the waiting room where Renzuilli was waiting. "Hey kid, how is it?"

"Fine Sarge. I'll be out for a week, but other than that I'm fine."

He nodded, "You need a ride, or…" He motioned to my father.

"Yeah I need a ride." I didn't need the hassle of my father's detail right now.

We got in the car and chatted on the way to the station house. Before I could open the door though, he stopped me. "Reagan, if I know you right, you're going to go thank that captain, correct?" I nodded, "Don't. It's not her style. She's a hard one, but she doesn't ask for thanks. I also know that you're going to ask her out for drinks or coffee, am I right?"

I couldn't hide my smile, "Yeah. It's worth a shot, isn't it?"

He hesitated, "Like I said, she's a tough one. So I wish you the best of luck with it. Now get out, I gotta get home to my wife." I stepped out of the cruiser, and he started laughing.

I shook my head; everyone was being confusing today. I turned back to the garage, and saw the door at the far end was open. I walked towards it, and went inside. The music was blaring, so I'm sure no one could hear me. I walked around for a minute until I tripped on something sticking out from underneath an old fire truck. I fell, and almost skidded across the floor. I hit the toolbox, and that went flying across the floor.

At the same time this happened I heard someone yell, "SHIT!" When I was sure I hadn't hurt myself I got up, "Who the fuck are you? What kind of dumb ass are you?" I looked down at the truck. It seemed I had tripped over a pair of legs. Well fuck.

"I'm Officer Reagan. Who are you?"

I heard some more swearing, "Pull me out. Carefully." I grabbed the legs and slowly pulled. When the firefighter got all the way out, she sat up. Shit. This was the Captain that helped me earlier. She was bleeding from the head quite a bit. She was only in a sports bra. I grabbed the cloth nearest me, and held it to her forehead. "Help me up."

"Captain, I think you should stay there."

She glared at me the best she could considering blood was running into her left eye, "Help me up Officer. Then go upstairs and find the paramedic on duty."

"I think you should be taken to the hospital. This looks bad."

"Well of course it's bad. I just rammed my head into the underside of an engine. I have oil on half of my head, and my ears are ringing. Go. Find. The. Paramedic." I swear she almost growled at me.

Emily POV

I was trying to find the leak in the gas chamber when I felt someone jerk my legs to the side. I jerked my head up, and rammed my head into the truck, "SHIT!" I leaned back carefully, trying not to get blood everywhere. I had cut my forehead right above my left eye. I kept swearing until the noise stopped. Even then, my ears were still ringing, "Who the fuck are you? What kind of dumb ass are you?"

"I'm Officer Reagan, who are you?" Fuck, not this guy again.

"Pull me out. Carefully." I could feel him grab my legs and slowly pull me out. I sat up slowly, trying to keep the room from spinning. Maybe I had hit my head harder than I thought. As soon as I sat up, the blood that had pooled on my forehead started to run down my face. "Help me up Officer. Then go upstairs and find that paramedic on duty."

He didn't move, "I think you should be taken to the hospital. This looks bad."

No shit Sherlock. Despite the fact that he disobeyed a direct order, he just seemed an outright dumb ass. I tried to glare at him again, "Well of course it's bad! I just rammed my head into the underside of an engine! I half oil on half my head, and my ears are still ringing! Go. Find. The. Paramedic." He nodded shortly then ran upstairs. The idiot, he could've just called up the opening for the fire pole. I slid over the chair I sat in earlier and leaned my head against the wall. I closed my eyes against the pain, and hummed to try to distract myself.

A few minutes later I heard the swish of clothes against the fire pole. "Cappy what happened?" Three more people slid down.

I heard Jack yell up, "Look, you were the one that did this to her, get your ass down here now." I smiled a little knowing that the Officer couldn't ride a fire pole. Jack came over next to me, and took the cloth from me, "Let me look at it."

I opened my right eye, "It's not bad, just kinda deep." He touched it, and I yelped, "Hey! Watch it!"

He poked some more, and I bit my tongue. "I know you feel less pain than the rest of this gangly crew so shut up while I work."

I looked over to Nate, "I'm fine. I was surprised when Officer Reagan tripped over my legs. I jerked my head up, and hit my head on the engine. I probably cut myself on a loose screw. It's not as bad as it looks."

He nodded, "I know, head wounds always bleed more. But try explaining this to Jewls."

"Shit." I hadn't thought of that. I always called her to let her know I was all right. How was I going to explain this?

Officer Reagan looked at me, "Whose Jewls?"

"My daughter. She's at school right now."

He nodded, "I could explain it to her. Then she'd know it was just an accident."

Jack grabbed my jaw with his fingers and pulled my head to look at him, "Are you listening to me?"

"Hey! And no, I wasn't. You said not to talk to you."

I pulled my chin out of his grasp, and he poked my cut, "This here should be stitched up at a hospital. I did what I could, and there'll be an ugly scar if you don't get it fixed in the next few days. I know you're off in an hour, so I could drive you over when I pick up more medical supplies."

I stopped my shudder at the mention of the hospital, "I don't need that. Just do what you can and I'll be fine."

He swatted my hand away when I tried to feel what he did, "Don't touch. You've got oil all over your fingers." I grumbled a response but he ignored me. "You know Julia will force you to get it fixed. You may as well do it before she gets off school."

I glared at him as he wiped blood out of my eye, "You tell her about it and you won't come to her birthday party this year."

He chuckled, "Go to a fifteenth birthday party? No thanks. I've had my full of teenage girls. Mine are in college anyways. I'm done with that."

Nate spoke up, "Jake, you'll be there. Emily, you'll go get Jewls from school then go get better stitches. And you will take whatever pain meds they offer."

I grumbled and crossed my arms, "You'd think I wasn't the boss anymore."

Officer Reagan spoke up, "If we go back to my precinct I can drive you."

I shook my head and winced in pain as Jack pulled on the edges of the cut. "Fine, but we can take my car. It'll be easier." I looked at his precinct number, "Besides, there's a few of you that I'd like to avoid over at your house."

He snickered, "I can't imagine why."

I glared at him, "I don't have to offer you a ride home."

"Actually it'd be me driving your car home and picking your daughter up for you to make up for the fact that you're going to need stitches because of me." He paused and I nodded, "Besides I came over here in the first place to thank you for saving me from the explosion."

"Some good it did."

"Yeah, it did." He made sure I was looking him in the eye, "I may have gotten a concussion, but I could have gotten much worse if you hadn't pushed me to the ground."

I waved a hand to dismiss it, "I still gave you a concussion."

He nodded to my head, "And I gave you a laceration."

"That was my fault. I shouldn't have jerked my head so much. If I hadn't moved my head I would've been fine."

"Well let me take you out for a cup of coffee sometime as a thanks and an apology."

At the same time when I said, "It's not needed," Nate said, "She's free Friday."

I glared at him, hadn't he been there for the conversation we had earlier today. He glared back at me, the bastard. I knew what he was doing. He was trying to fix me up with this rookie. Nate repeated, "She's free Friday. Julia's staying at our house that night." Since when?

"She's going to her grandfather's the next day."

"He knows where I live, he can come get her or I can drop her off."

"She needs to get some sleep this weekend."

"That's what Sunday's are for." John piped in. I thought he had decided to stay out of this.

"She does homework that day."

"Either I or her grandfather will make sure she gets it done." Nate offered.

Jamie decided to pipe in before I killed Nate, "I could cook dinner at my place, and she could come with. That way if she needs help you can help her Captain-" He paused as he realized he didn't even know my name.

"Emily Reynolds."

He smiled, "It's nice to meet you Emily, shall we go find your car?"

I was stunned. Between the two of them, they had managed to find me a ride home, a way to pick up my daughter, forced me to fix these stitches, set me up for a date Friday night, and meet my daughter all at the same time. How was I supposed to feel about this? Clearly Nate knew what I was thinking so he said, "It seems you've found your match Em."

I blushed, "Yeah? Well guess who gets to clean this mess up?" I smiled evilly at John and Nate, then walked up the stairs. Officer Reagan followed me. I sihged, "I guess since you're driving me home-"

He cut me off, "And cooking you dinner Friday."

I smirked, "That too. But I still don't know your first name."

"Oh!" He looked genuinely surprised, "It's Jamie. Jamie Reagan." Surely he couldn't be the same Reagan as the commissioner, right? There were at least two Reagan families that I knew of in the force, plus another one in the fire department.

I went into the kitchen area and started washing my face and hair. Hopefully I could get at least some of this oil out before I took a shower later.

"So how old are you Jamie Reagan?" I paused, "Wait, don't answer that." He's just going to make me feel old. He laughed and I just shook my head.

"Why? How old are you?"

It was my turn to laugh, "Oh no. If I don't know your age, you can't know mine." At least until Friday, then I could spoil it all.

I stood up from the sink, and saw him staring at my back. Shit. I forgot I didn't put a real shirt on. He realized he was staring at my scars and quickly looked away. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, and mumbled, "Sorry." He looked to the floor, then back to my eyes, "How'd you get them?"

My eyes softened, he was really uncomfortable with this. He didn't want to make me uncomfortable either, "It's a long story. If you want, I can tell you Friday night when Jewls is done with her homework."

He nodded and gave me a lopsided smile, "That'd be nice."

I pointed to the opposite end of the building, "That's where my car is. It's different from the one you saw earlier."

He laughed, "Good! I'm not sure I have the best feeling towards that car! It's literally the hardest car to move during traffic. Why don't you get something smaller?"

I smirked, "I do. I have to fix the steering column on my bike though."

If he had been drinking anything he would have choked on it with the look on his face, "Like a motorbike?"

I knew he was trying to picture me on one, so I paused a few seconds as we walked out of the building, "No. Could you picture me on one of those? I'd get too impatient and leave in on the side of the road. It's a motorcycle."

He let out a sigh of relief, "Good. What kind?"

I looked back at him before I pointed to my car, "It's a 72 chopper. I fixed it up."

He whistled, "Do it all yourself?"

"Yeah. I was fixing up that fire truck wasn't I?" I tossed him the keys and we got in.

"I didn't exactly notice as I tripped over your legs and gave you a laceration."

I laughed, "Funny. So what do you drive beyond the police cruise and the occasional fire assistance SUV?"

He chuckled, "My brothers old car. It's pretty nice. You'll have to see it sometime."

He turned off the main road and I directed him to Jewls' school. He pulled up and chuckled. "What?"

He shook his head, "My niece goes here. If her mom wasn't picking her up today I could just do that."

"Hmph." I pulled out my phone and called Jewls. I'm sure I smelled too bad to get out of the car.

She answered on the third ring, "Hello?"

"Hey it's me. I'm in the parking lot. I'll wait inside the car for you. There's a police officer in the drivers seat so don't panic."

"What? What happened? Are you ok?"

I sighed. This was exactly what I didn't want to happen, "Yes hun I'm fine. I just had a little accident while working on the truck, and have a small cut on my forehead. He offered to drive me home."

She paused, "Yeah I bet it's small. How big is it really?"

"It's fine, really. It doesn't even hurt that much." Of course at that moment it did decide to hurt so I had to hold back my wince.

"Mmhhm. I'll be the judge of that." She really could be one bossy almost fifteen-year-old.

I smirked and hung up. Jamie was looking at me with a grin, "I take it your daughter doesn't believe you?"

I nodded, "She'll want to go to the hospital before we go home. I'll find someone to drive the car from there. I'll call you a cab once we get there."

He looked at me, "I said I'd drive you home and I will. Besides, maybe you'll invite me in for dinner then."

Right as he said that the car door opened and Julia jumped in, "Sure. Mom's an amazing cook. Now turn around." I sighed and did so. It was best not to argue with her on this. She looked at it and barely touched it. When she saw my wince she pulled back, "We're going to the hospital on the way home. You should get that looked at."

I turned around, "That's what everybody keeps telling me."

Jamie looked at me and laughed, "Well maybe you should listen to them."

Jewls poked her head into the front seat, "Emily never listens to anyone. Who are you?"

When Jewls said my name instead of calling me mom Jamie looked over. "She's my adopted daughter. Her parents died when she was little so I adopted her."

Jewls spoke up, "My parents died in the towers. My dad was one of the firefighters on scene that day, and my mom was on one of the top floors."

Jamie looked at her in the rearview mirror, "I'm sorry. You must be proud of your dad though."

I gulped; this was tricky territory for Jewls. I gave Jamie directions to the hospital I went to, to try to change the subject. It didn't work.

"Yeah. I mean I guess. I never knew him so it's kinda weird. I miss him, but I am proud of him, ya know?"

He nodded, "Kind of. My brother died a few years ago. It's not the same thing but it's similar. I miss him but I'm still proud of what he did." Well that proved that he wasn't the commissioner's son; his second son had died on the job. It didn't seem like Jamie's brother had died that way.

Okay, so maybe I could actually give this relationship thing a shot. It seemed that Jewls liked him too, so that made it easier. But why did I have this nagging feeling in the pit of my gut? What was it about Jamie that gave me this feeling?