A/N: So yeah, my resolve to have this chapter wait a few days didn't even last ten hours. Pretty sad huh?

I went to see Jamie the next day. I decided to ignore the people I didn't want to run into at his station, and went anyway. I knew he was on desk duty today to catch up on paperwork. I signed myself in so I wouldn't get into trouble, and asked directions to the desk Jamie was using.

I turned the corner and immediately saw the person I was trying to avoid. I couldn't even remember his name because I always called him Bozo. His name was Gonzo or Gordon, or something like that. He was always giving me crap, and would always cause more complications at every fire he was at. When he had transferred to this precinct I was glad.

He walked over to me, "Well crappy, what's up?" He shoved me. I always tried to keep my temper with him, especially because his wife was one of Julia's teachers. I didn't want them causing problems for her. He always called me 'crappy' because my people called me 'cappy' sometimes.

"Nothing Bozo, now leave me alone. You wouldn't want me to have to write complaint against you, would you?"

"Then I guess you wouldn't want your daughter to get an F would you now?"

He pushed me some more, and I pushed him back. It seemed I had hit a nerve because I usually just walked away from him. I can show restraint sometimes. He swung at me, and I ducked and went for his legs. He stumbled, but came at me again. I saw some people running towards us, and I backed up. I knew this would get him in trouble. Unfortunately, they were all still at the other end of the hallway. I knew I would need someone to vouch for me, or else I would get blamed for this until someone looked at the security tapes. I yelled, "REAGAN," as loud as I could. Bozo swung at me a few more times, but I continued to back up. I kicked him in the groin, and he went down like a rock. I backed up against the wall, and held my hands over my head; I knew the drill. I had been in plenty of bar fights before I had gotten sober.

A few officers came over to me and held me back. When they saw I wasn't resisting, they just put me in cuffs. I probably wouldn't have been put in cuffs if I hadn't kicked Bozo. Jamie ran up and saw I was in cuffs, "Take those off her." Because he wasn't exactly the most senior officer here, no one did anything. I knew they wouldn't listen to him until Bozo was taken care of either.

"If you reach into my back pocket, my fire captain ID is in there. I was just here to visit Officer Reagan when this officer attacked me."

An officer I didn't know spoke up, "Why would he harass you?"

I smiled, "Because I beat him up in middle school and he still hasn't gotten over it. His wife is my daughter's teacher and they've been threatening to harass her for years once she finally reached his wife's grade." To be fair, he was picking on Sam. He had started to get physical one day when I stepped in.

I heard Bozo whisper, "She's a lying bitch, I've never seen her before in my life."

It was then when I saw Bozo's commanding officer walk over. I knew him, and he knew how bozo had harassed me for years, but that I could never prove it. I had filed many complaints about Bozo to him. "Tell them he's lying." All civilians had been cleared of this are, even though some had taken a few pictures. I knew that would come back to haunt me, but right now I didn't care.

His C.O just nodded, "We've been trying to get Bozo fired for years. Let her go." No one moved because there were other people who had more rank. "At least put her in an interrogation room without the cuffs until we get this sorted."

I spoke up right away, "I want a phone call to my lawyer too."

Jamie snorted and had to hide his face. I had told him a few days ago that Katie was my lawyer, even though she lived in Italy. Lately she had only talked to me as my lawyer. She was still mad at me for being an alcoholic. I had missed one too many birthdays for her. In reality, I had missed two. And on one of those, I was working and couldn't get out of it. She was still mad at me for leaving them during foster care, and was mad at me that I wouldn't tell her what happened at my last foster care. I had told her that I was tortured, but I knew she wasn't mature enough to handle the rest. She was furious that Sam knew and she didn't. She was also mad that I hadn't let Julia's grandparents take her in. Julia had never known them, because Jared's parents died before she was born, and Julia's maternal grandparents lived up in Canada, and could hardly take care of themselves at the time. I wasn't much better, but at least I could pick her up. Basically, Katie was mad about a lot of things, and had run away to our grandparents in Italy and had refused to deal with her anger. I knew I wasn't much better with most of my problems, but I still remained a functioning individual.

"Fine. Giver her that." I knew they were thinking of the potential law suit with an officer attacking me, and just wanted to make me happy.

"She's in Italy right now, so it'll be a long-distance call."

Jamie chuckled, "She can use my phone if I get to stay in the room with her."

Now it was my turn to chuckle, "Sorry Jamie, another person present when a person talks to their attorney voids attorney-client privilege." I winked at him to let him know that I would tell him what Katie said later.

They sat me down in the interrogation room, and let me have my privacy. IT took a few minutes for Kate to pick up, but eventually she did, "Hello?"

"It's me. And before you hang up I need you as my lawyer, not my sister." I hated saying that, but I needed her to talk to me somehow.

"What did you do now?"

I rolled my eyes, "This time it wasn't actually my fault-"

She cut me off, "Bull shit. You've started drinking again haven't you?"

I tried not to get mad, "No. It'll be 11 years this September." I sighed, and tried not to think about it.

"Sure. Well tell me what you want or I'm hanging up." Her voice was getting mean.

I tried not to wince, and continued, "Do you remember the officer whose wife is Julia's teacher?"

"Yes." Her answers were curt.

"I saw him while visiting someone at his station today."

"I told you to just stay away from that station house, why can't you ever listen?"

I had done a good job with raising Sam, but being separated from Katie for so long had devastating affects on her. "Because I was visiting my boyfriend." Wow, had I really just given Jamie that label?

"You told me you would never have a boyfriend, just have meaningless relationships." That wasn't exactly what I'd said but I let it pass.

"That's what I thought, but Jamie's different."

"You met him at an AA meeting didn't you?"

She acted like everyone who was an alcoholic was a scum bag. "No." Now I was getting mad. "I saved him at a fire one day, and we just hit it off. We've been seeing each other ever since then." I didn't even let her get a word in, "He's Frank's son."

"Oh."

"Yeah. I was visiting Jamie during his lunch break."

"Isn't he a little young for you? He's what, my age?"

I gave her a short laugh, "Probably. We've sorting been dancing around the edges of that issue." She didn't say anything so I continued, "Near as I can figure, he's 28."

She sighed, "That's not too bad."

I heard a knock at the door, "Hurry up. There are some people here to talk to you."

It seemed Katie had heard that too, "Ok so tell me what you need." She was a little nicer now, but I could still tell she wanted to get off the phone.

I explained the situation to her, "I just need you to call that buddy of yours at your old law firm."

"Yeah I can do that. It might take a day or two."

"There's kind of a rush. Sam's still in Africa for a week. I need to get home to Jewls."

"How is he?" Her voice softened. I knew they talked more often than she talked to me, but Katie was still stubborn.

I ignored her questions, "How are grams and gramps?"

She refused to tell me anything about them, and they hardly ever talked on the phone. The last time I had talked to them was a year ago when we went to Italy for a week. "Fine. I have to go." And she hung up. I sighed and put the phone down. "Ok, I'm done," I yelled out the door.

An officer that wasn't involved in the scuffle came in, "Stand up, we're putting the cuffs back on you."

"What? Why?" I thought we had this taken care of.

"The commissioner wants to talk to you, and we have to make sure he's safe." I just stood up and didn't cause a fuss.

He left and shut the door. Immediately I started working to get the cuffs off. Thankfully I had a hairpin in. I straightened it out with my teeth, and got to work.

Twenty minutes later Frank came in. I waved to him, and the cuffs fell off. The officer who put them on ran over to stop me, but Frank just waved him away, "She doesn't need cuffs. She's not the one who through the first punch."

"So you looked at the security tapes?"

He shook his head, "I've read all the complaints you filed against Officer Morales in the past." Well I was completely wrong on his name. "I've known about them for years."

I chuckled and rubbed my wrists, "Why doesn't that surprise me?"

"IAB was contacted about three years ago and they've been looking into him and a few other officers for police brutality. They're here today to bring up charges against the officers. It seemed Morales got a heads up, and was on his way out when you showed up."

"Well don't I have a knack for being in the wrong spot at the wrong time?"

"He probably would've skipped town if you hadn't stopped him. By the way, you have a black eye."

I put my hand up to my eye and felt the bruise, "It's not too bad."

There was another knock at the door, and Jamie stepped in, "They said you wanted to talk to me?" He was surprised that I was still in the room.

Well I definitely couldn't put this conversation off any longer. I threw him his phone as a distraction, "Thanks. Katie was as friendly as ever." I knew Frank wanted to hear about her, but I held my hand up for him to wait. "Jamie, you may want to sit down."

"What's wrong? They aren't charging you are they?"

Frank explained about the situation with IAB to him, and then let me continue, "You're father and I are friends. We have been for years." There was no other way to say it other than to spit it out, "He's taken me out of every foster home I've been in except two." I gave Frank a pass for when I lived on the streets and the home before that. He took me out of Jared's home though, even though he didn't want to.

Jamie thought for a moment, "The last one too right?" It seemed Jamie was as smart as his father.

"Yeah." I was paused and looked at Frank, "He didn't know it was me at that one though." I really hoped Jamie just left it at that for now. This was not a conversation I wanted to have with Frank here.

Jamie knew that too, "Ok." Hopefully he trusted that I would tell it all to him later.

I waited a few seconds, "And he basically hates my grandfather because they argue over who needs a bigger budget all the time. Plus with how much trouble I cause it doesn't make the tension easier." Frank just laughed at my last comment.

"So? We can just make them hate each other more by dating." Then he smirked, "I was told to bring you home."

I laughed and shook my head, "You volunteered for it, didn't you?"

He nodded, "Did you bring your car? I don't have mine."

I looked at Frank and he just nodded his head. I knew my timetable to tell Jamie what happened to me had just gotten shorter.