Emily POV

Jamie came over in the afternoon the next day. Surprisingly, dinner had gone well; everyone had behaved themselves. Jamie had stayed for the rest of the day and just watched TV with us. I fell asleep with my head on his lap.

I decided to go into the station to work on the truck today. I dropped Jewls off at school and told her I'd pick her up later. Hopefully I could get some normalcy in her life for the next few days. After that I stopped at my apartment to get changed. I loved gramps, but I needed to stay in my own apartment. But maybe I would bring up the idea again that we could buy a house together. I doubt he'd go for it, but at least he'd know I was thinking of him. He loved his house too much, and I hated the memories from there. When I had gone home with him from after my foster home, I had slept on the floor in the hallway to Sam and Katie's room again. Every night my grandmother would put a blanket over me, and sometimes she'd even join me in the hallway. I never noticed though, she only told me later. One night gramps had tripped over me when he decided to check on Katie because she was sick, and I had panicked. I had started to attack him, thinking he was my father or my foster father. I still don't really remember this, I just remember being in a blind panic. My grandfather knew what was going on though. I gave him a black eye, but he just grabbed my arms and pulled me close to him and started whispering in my ear, and held me while I struggled. He never resented me for it, or told Sam or Katie. I'm sure he told grams, but she never mentioned it. It was then that I realized I could trust him. But that was also the home where I went a lot of the times when I was drunk or hung over before I joined the army.

By this time I had arrived at the station. I walked around to see who all was here. Thankfully my crew was still all home sleeping; it was the next shift that was here. Between them and the other two crews they would cover our next shift. They had four more days off, and I hoped they enjoyed it. I told everyone I'd be down in the garage, and turned the music on. I grabbed my tools, and set to work.

Unknown POV

A few hours after the chief went down to the garage, someone came up and told me someone was waiting for me out front. I grabbed my sandwich and told everyone to calm down, that everything was fine. Whenever people came to visit, everybody got excited. I secretly hoped it was my wife. Maybe she wanted to spend the night here with me again.

I went out front and saw two officers standing there. They weren't wearing their uniforms, but after this many years as a firefighter, you learned who was a cop and who wasn't. "Hey, can I help you? You two do know this is a fire station and not a police house right? Or do you need to get a traffic officer to direct your way?" I laughed at my own joke. They didn't smile though. There was one man, and one woman.

The man spoke up first, "I'm Detective Reagan, and this is Detective Coratolla. Can we talk somewhere private?"

I looked around, "Guys, this is about as private as you're going to get in a fire house. Besides, nobody will come out. Our fire chief's working on one of our trucks now, but she's got the music turned up so high in the garage she won't hear a thing we say. Cappy won't bother us."

Coratolla sighed, "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but your wife died earlier this morning."

My heart dropped. "What?" They had to be wrong.

Reagan spoke up, "Your wife was murdered at 3 am earlier today. We were wondering if you knew anything."

I shook my head; I could barely think, "I left for work at 2. I had to start early because the last crew worked too much overtime. How was she…?" I just faded away; I couldn't say it.

"Murdered?" Reagan said it, "We don't know. We came to talk to you."

My head shot up at that, "Are you saying I murdered my own wife? I loved her! I would never do that!"

Coratolla held her hand up, "Hold on, that's not what we're saying."

Reagan interrupted her, "Well maybe it is Jack. What does he have to say about it? Can he tell us different?"

I took a step back to calm down. I needed to remember my anger management classes. My wife was so proud of me for taking them.

"Your neighbors say you have an anger management problem. They said you had been fighting with your wife lately."

I shook my head, "You've got it wrong. I was just yelling. I've been taking anger management classes. They say that I'm supposed to yell instead of doing other things. My wife told me I could yell at home. She just put earplugs in whenever I needed to."

Reagan spoke up again, the bastard, "I'm thinking you did a little more than yell."

"What?! What are you saying?"

I was really mad now. The fucker couldn't say that about me, I loved my wife. I would kill whoever hurt her. I would kill her murderer.

As I was thinking this, Reagan spoke up again, and Coratolla threw up her hands, "I'm thinking you came home for a bit, and murdered her. Maybe it was an accident, maybe not."

With that, I punched him. He tried to tackle me, but missed. I yelled up at the window, "Guys! I need some help down here!"

Immediately people came down the fire pole. They didn't even ask who started it, they just joined in on beating the cop. Nobody messed with a fire fighter and got away with it, not even a cop. And after that newspaper article about Cappy, someone needed to pay.

Emily POV

I tried to stretch to the back of the engine, but hissed when my stitches got pulled. I leaned back, and held my hand to them. The pressure helped. I looked up at the clock and saw I had only been here for an hour. I looked back into the engine, and took mental note of what parts I needed to order. I looked up again and saw people running outside. I heard police cars pull up, and they didn't turn off their siren. This was not good.

I ran over, and saw a fight. I jumped in, "Hey! Stop!" Someone swung at me, and I ducked, "God dam it! That's an order! All of you stop!" This was not the first fight I'd had to break up at a fire house. Someone swung at me as I was pulling someone back. This time they hit me in the eye. I pulled this guy back, only to have him start in the fight again. I dove in after him, and a Detective lunged at my side. I groaned as he connected with my stitches. After a second I stood up, and swung at him. I connected with his jaw. I swung one more time, and knocked him out. I looked around, and saw this was not going to stop. I ran over to the supply bench and found my whistle. I turned the music off and blew as hard as I could, and immediately all of my firefighters stopped except one. I held my side and blew it again. Thankfully I had trained them well.

They all backed up against the wall, and held their hands up. When the police saw they weren't moving, they stopped too. I stepped in the middle of them. "I don't care who started this, get out. All of you."

None of them moved, and they all looked to the officer who I had knocked out. I looked for Jack, and saw him grabbing medical supplies to stitch people up. "Our paramedic will look at him. Everyone else go, before I call the fire commissioner and the police commissioner." Thankfully these cops were in our district regularly enough that they had heard me use this threat before. They knew I would carry it out too, so they left.

I assume the detective's partner was the one that stayed behind. She had a black eye, and a split lip. "I was trying to break it up. When I saw you were too, I tried to pull him away from you, but it didn't work. Quite frankly, he deserved this. He's been pissy all morning."

I nodded at her, "Why are you here?"

She pointed towards one of the senior fire fighters, "We're here for him."

I looked at him, and saw him crying. "Seriously?" A fight caused him to cry?

He knew exactly what I was thinking, "It's not that." His voice cracked, "My wife was killed this morning."

Dam. I really was an asshole. I sighed, "What time?"

"Three in the morning." He sniffed; they were really in love.

I looked back at the detective, and saw her partner was waking up. "Look, I'm going to have my paramedic take him to the hospital. He fell hard, and needs to be checked for a concussion. The next time you want to talk to one of my men, you contact me first. Neither of you are allowed in this firehouse without me, got it?"

She nodded, "I'll try to keep any of you from getting arrested."

"And I'll try to keep any of my guys from pressing charges. But you keep this hot head away from here."

"Definitely."

She jumped in the ambulance as the other Detective was waking up, "Jack, what are you doing? Go arrest the person who hit me!"

I just laughed. It was a good thing I didn't know the detective's name, or else I would report him. I went upstairs to check our surveillance and see who had started this. I don't care if his wife just died, if he started this, he'd be cleaning the trucks for weeks.