A/N: Ok, this is the last chapter for a few days. I felt so bad about not posting for awhile, that I used up my suply of prewritten chapters. I'll try not to go as long without posting this time, but it's been hard because I've been working 65+ hours a week for almost two months. Thankfully at one of my jobs I have a lot of downtime or else you woldn't even have had all these chapters yet. Enjoy!

It was two weeks before I had the time to go see the commissioner. Jamie and I had gone out nearly every day, or he had come to the firehouse with dinner. On those days Julia would get a ride over and have dinner with us.

I pulled up to One Police Plaza and parked. I just sat in my car; waiting. Why did I have to tell him? Isn't this between Jamie and I? I hadn't even told my own grandfather yet, so why was I telling Jamie's father?

I knew the answer to that without even thinking. Frank deserved to know this from me, especially because this was a big secret to keep. Frank had helped me out more times than I could count with Sam and Katie, and then again with Jewls. Finally I realized that not telling him would cause more harm than telling him would. I opened my door, and walked over to the building.

The elevator ride up was one of the longest ones I've ever taken. It seemed someone had to get off at every floor. Now I realized why a lot of police officers were over-weight. By the top floor I was almost pacing in the elevator. I held on to the side railing just to stop myself. I heard the ding of the elevator, and I burst through the doors. "Lieutenant Baker." I nodded a hello.

"Captain; are you here to see the commissioner?"

I nodded, "Is he busy?"

"Well considering you didn't just barge in his office this time, you can see him in five minutes. His meeting should be finishing up now and he should have everyone out of his office by then."

I nodded and sat in one of the chairs she pointed to. I had never sat in these before. Frank and I had either gone out to lunch before, or I had been too furious with one of his officers to wait and had barged in to his office, no matter the circumstance. I started to fidget after the five minutes, and Baker just looked at me and rolled her eyes. I never had any patience when it came to Frank.

"Do you want me to let him know you're here?" I nodded, and she got up and knocked on the door.

Only a few minutes later a few people walked out of his office. I made sure to stay in my corner so no one noticed me. Even after all these years I was still wary of letting the police notice me. Frank was the last one to come out. He looked around the room, and then finally settled on where I was. "I don't think you've ever sat in those chairs. The few times Lieutenant Baker has been able to make you wait, you've paced the room the entire time."

I chuckled, "I figured I'd play nice this time."

He motioned for me to enter the room first, and I went and sat across from his desk. "You're even sitting in the right chair." Normally I sat on his couch. I knew the desk was there just to assert his power over his officers. It was why most of the time his meetings were always in the conference room. I figured he needed someone to bring him back to earth every now and again.

I shrugged my shoulders, "There's always a first time for something."

He sat down, "How's Julia?"

I smiled, "Good. She's making more friends at the school this year, so that's good. She's no longer just the fire chief's daughter. How's Nikki?"

"You probably know anyways with how close those two are."

I laughed, "She slept over at my house one night this past week. The girls loved it. I'm surprised Erin allowed it on a school night." He raised his eyebrow, "You convinced her didn't you?"

He nodded and chuckled, "She can be overprotective sometimes, but she's just being careful."

He made sure to look at me when he said that, "Hey! My over protectiveness is for a reason!"

"Yeah sure." He just nodded and I tried to ignore that. The moment my father stepped out of prison Jewls would be in danger. The same went for my last foster father. I don't know how, but they had both found out about her. The moment they were out of prison it was only a matter of time of whether they went for me, or for Julia. Frank could see where my mind had gone, and tried to reassure me, "You'll both be protected if they ever get out, and you know that." I nodded. What he didn't know was that my cabin up north was basically a bunker. Only Sam, Nate, Jewls, and a few other people knew how outfitted it was. Everyone else just thought it was a regular cabin.

"Anyway, how are you Frank? I had the day off and thought I'd come surprise you. Let's go to lunch."

He didn't even bat an eye. "Just tell me what you have to say now, and then we'll go to lunch."

"How do you know I have something to tell you?"

"Because you never surprise me. You hate being in 1PP. The only times you come here are to yell at me, or to pick me up for lunch. And even then you still try to avoid being here." Well it seems my aversion to the police had not gone unnoticed. "It's all right Emily, I understand. It's been conditioned into you your whole life to not trust the police. And your grandfather doesn't exactly help that either."

I harrumphed, "It's not like I'm a kid Frank."

"Conditioning that strong will have life-long effects and you know it."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Don't change the subject Emily." He leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath. "How bad is it?"

Well that depends on how you look at it, but hopefully he wouldn't be too mad at me. "I started dating again."

"Well that's not so bad. Which officer is it?"

He laughed when my face lit up in surprise, "How'd you know?"

"Well if it was just anybody, you wouldn't have taken so long to tell me; it had to be a police officer, and someone I know. Julia can stay over at my house anytime you like."

"Thanks. Does your son still live with you?" I was actually curious about this.

He thought I was changing the subject, "No. He only stays over when I ask him to now, or after the occasional Sunday dinner when he doesn't want to drive back to his place. But how many times have you seen this officer?"

"A lot in the past two months; sometimes every day. He brings dinner to the station house a lot. He's even cooked dinner for the whole crew a few times. I don't know how he managed that with a success, but he said it was his grandfather's famous meatloaf." I hoped this would give him the hint.

"And you want to know if he's actually a nice guy."

I shook my head, "I already know that. He's been to your family dinners a lot." If Frank didn't get this hint wouldn't be as smart as I thought he was.

"Danny's old-partner? The one who went with him when they transported that old mobster?"

Okay I could give him that one. He actually could be a possibility. "Nope. He's one of your sons." I just let that sink in.

"Linda would never let Danny cheat on her, and you know Joe's dead right?" He really thought I was dumb if he was asking me that question, and I told him so. "Well Jamie never told me he was in a relationship with a firefighter. He just said he wanted to thank the firefighter who saved his life a few months ago in a fire in a —"

"Tunnel." I cut him off.

He just stared at me, "Wow."

I gave him a small wave, "Hi, I'm the firefighter who saved your son, and then wasn't smart enough to realize he's your son when you showed up at the hospital that night."

"I don't know what to say." He looked dumbstruck.

"And then I also didn't put it together when we pulled up to Julia's school and he said his niece went there." I waited a few seconds, "And again when he said his brother was dead. But to be fair on that one, he never said he had another brother or that the first brother died on the job."

He snorted a laugh, "You were really in denial weren't you?"

I nodded and rubbed my hand on the back of my neck, "yeah. I finally realized he was your son a few weeks ago when he told me how Joe died."

"I can see why you were in denial. You're not in the best position are you?"

I shook my head, "I really like him Frank."

"Are you looking for my permission, or asking my approval?"

"Neither. This isn't the 1970s."

He chuckled, "I'm aware of that."

"I just wanted you to hear it from me. And I wanted to ask you a favor." He waved for me to continue, "I want to be the one to tell Jamie about the last foster home and the alcoholism. He deserves for me to tell him."

He nodded, "That's not exactly father son conversation."

"I also want to be the one to tell him how screwed up I am because of it."

He paused, "Oh." I knew he would only want to protect his son, even if it meant protecting him from me. "You have to tell him before he brings you to a Sunday dinner or I will."

That gave me a few weeks at best. I knew how important the family dinners were to Jamie, because I did something similar with Jewls. We had our own date night once every month, and more often than not it was twice a month. "I can do that. I'll let you know when I tell him." I knew Jamie would need to talk to his father about all of it.

"That would be great."

We both thought over our conversation, "Do you still want to go to lunch? I did say I was going to surprise you."

He smiled, "That would be nice."

Frank POV

I had never guessed that Jamie would end up dating Emily. They were a lot alike, but I never thought Emily would even think of settling down; raising Julia not counting. I had especially never thought of the two ending up together because I thought of Emily as family; even though she refused to meet any of the rest of my family. She said that family was sacred and she didn't want her problems screwing up my family's life. Now it looked like she had no choice. If I new Jamie, he wouldn't let Emily go too easily; especially if he liked Julia.