A/N: Hey everybody! Sorry for the rbeak between the update, I'm really busy with finals and the Holidays. Anyway, have a Happy Holidays! I'll be out of the country for all of January, so I most likely won't be posting. I'll try to get at least one more chapter up before I go though.

Emily POV

I leaned my head back against my pillow. They could have this conversation without me. I kept half an ear on them though.

Jamie coughed, "Almost six months sir."

I tried not to chuckle at Jamie calling my grandfather 'sir.' This would be good.

"Only my department calls me sir. You call me Mr. Reynolds for now."

I opened my eyes, "Be nice. He can call you by your first name." He grunted in response and I closed my eyes again.

"I need to know some more information about you, before you call me 'Walt.'"

"All right, what would you like to know?"

I yawned and my stomach growled, "Before you to do this, tell one of the nurses to bring me some food. I haven't eaten in almost 24 hours."

I could hear gramps walking out. When he came back in he sat on the opposite side of the bed as Jamie. "Let's start with how old you are."

He chuckled, "I'm 28, almost 29."

"Don't worry gramps, I know the age difference. I freaked out about it for awhile and then I realized I wasn't that much older than him."

Gramps moved his chair closer to my bed, "That's not what I'm worried about. How many years have you been on the force?"

"Almost four."

"Were you on the force when your brother died?"

I opened my eyes at that one, "Hey now. That's too far. He doesn't have to tell you that."

Jamie grabbed my hand, but remained looking at gramps, "It's fine. I was not. I joined after he died."

Gramps nodded, "Is that why you joined the department?"

Jamie squeezed my hand before I could interrupt, "Partially. It also made me realize that being a lawyer was not the best way to help people. I use my experiences from law school a lot, but I can do more in the department than I would as a lawyer."

Gramps nodded. He paused for a few minutes; I could tell he was debating on asking the next question he had in mind. He looked me in the eye when he asked, "Were you here on 9/11?"

I jerked up at that and hissed in pain. I closed my eyes as Jamie leaned me back against the bed. "Breathe, just breathe."

I nodded and gripped my hand against my side. Jesus Christ it hurt. After a few minutes I opened my eyes again. I glared at my grandfather, "That's too far. He will not answer that. He knows where I was, I know where he was. You can either ask nicer questions or leave."

I looked at Jamie. He kissed my hand and whispered in my ear, "I'm fine with answering his questions."

I nodded, "I know you are. He can still be nice though. We can go through these questions later."

Gramps looked at me, "Fine. Just get some sleep Emily, we can talk later. I assume you're coming to my house after you're discharged?"

"Not right away. Maybe." I yawned and fell asleep.

I knew they would continue to talk, but I had made my point.

A few hours later I woke up. I looked around and saw Jamie sleeping in the chair next to my bed, and Jewls sleeping on the couch. I tried not to laugh and wake them up. I inched myself up and looked around the room. Nate was sleeping on a cot, and Angie was leaning against the doorframe.

"We wondered how long you'd sleep. It's about time you woke up."

"How long did I sleep?"

"Eighteen hours. We figured you had gotten maybe three hours of sleep in the last fifty-odd hours. Mix that with the pain meds, and we figured you sleep a full day."

I grimaced, "Did Julia go to school?"

Angie nodded, "On the condition that she could sleep here. Sam and Damon went back to the house a few hours ago once they realized we all wouldn't leave."

"Have you seen Kristi? You should go home."

She smiled, "My wife can deal without me for a while. I called her and told her what happened." She laughed, "She basically said that if I didn't stay here until you woke up that she might leave me. Sometimes I'm sure Kristi loves you more than me."

I laughed, and hissed when my side moved. Angie came over to me but I motioned for her to stop, "I'm fine. And don't worry about Kristi, she talks about you all the time at meetings."

Kristi, Angie, and I had gotten drunk together occasionally. We had also done some harder stuff, and unfortunately Kristi and I were the only ones who had never gotten addicted to it.

Angie smiled, "Good." She looked at the clock and then back to me, "But now that you're awake, I'm leaving you to the wolves. I don't want to be here when the commissioner chews you out."

I smiled, "He tried. He and Jamie talked and then I fell asleep."

"I'd be worried about what they talked about if I were you."

I shook my head, "I'm sure it's the same conversation I had with Frank. 'Don't hurt her, or I'll hurt you. I'm sure you're a fine boy, but you're not good enough for her. She's been hurt too many times to count, don't add to it-.' "

Jamie interrupted me, "You hurt my granddaughter and any time any police needs fire assistance, and they might take a minute or two longer than needed, the usual things."

I smiled, "Oh is that the usual talk you get?"

He leaned in and kissed my cheek, "Every time."

Angie laughed, "Like I said, I'm leaving. Bye."

I waved at her, and turned my attention back to Jamie, "How are you?"

He gave me a confused look, "I'm fine. Why?"

"Well I know that must have been a horrible phone call for you. And then having to go get Julia must have been worse. Then facing my brothers? Adding all that and you must be exhausted."

He shook his head, "Meeting your brothers was fine. Damon was funny, and very observant."

I smirked, "No mention of the phone call?"

His eyes drooped. "That was scary. Andrew reassured me fast, but it was still scary."

I raised my hand to his face, "I'm sorry hun."

"Hun? Are you using pet names now?"

I wrinkled my nose, "I don't like pain meds. They make my brain slower."

He smirked, "I gathered that. Andrew said you usually got nauseous from them?"

"Yup. I'm allergic to some too. It makes everything interesting when I come to the hospital."

He sat back down, "Would you like to come to a family dinner next Sunday? I'll go to your grandfathers when they release you."

That sobered me up, "I would like that."

He smiled, "Bring Jewls?"

I nodded. "That would be great."

My grandfather walked in at that point, "Who said he was welcome to our dinner?"

"Oh shut up old man. You know every time I get out of the hospital we have a giant dinner at your house, and anyone is invited. It just so happens that this time instead of bringing the crew, I'll be bringing a date."

My grandfather smiled at Jamie, "We have to get her on pain meds more often. She's more honest this way."

They both laughed as the doctor walked in. At least they were getting along.