Hey everybody! I don't own Blue Bloods and all mistakes are my own- particularly with the police procedure and cab fares (including some parts of the show), etc. Enjoy! WARNING: Mentions of abuse.
Chapter 4
After Detective Reagan left, the doctor finally came in with Angela's discharge papers and left her with strict instructions not to do anything strenuous with her right arm for at least a few days and to wear the sling he gave her.
Angela signed the paperwork she needed to sign and gave the nurse her insurance information out of the purse one of the officers had been nice enough to grab.
As she pulled it out she realized that her keys were, thankfully, inside her purse.
She walked out of the hospital and breathed in the fresh (polluted) air before hailing a cab.
"Helena Apartments, 601 West 57th Street, please" she said as she got in.
The cabbie got her there in 20 minutes, causing her to pray for her life as he careened around corners and sped through traffic lights.
He pulled up in front of her building and jolted to a stop, causing her to almost slam into the partition.
"That'll be- ehh- $10 even considering you're injured" he said, sticking his hand out the window as she got out of the cab gingerly.
Angela reached for her wallet, pulled out a $20 and handed it to the driver.
He looked at her questioningly. "Well, you did break records getting me home, so consider the other ten a "thanks" from me for not killing me on the ride here" she said, grinning.
The cabbie laughed as he drove off.
Angela shook her head and walked into her building.
She looked around as she got onto the elevator and headed up to the third floor.
Once the elevator reached her floor and the doors opened, Angela cautiously looked around before stepping out and making her way to her apartment.
Angela quickly walked to her apartment and unlocked her door (which the superintendent had apparently fixed). She glanced around once more before stepping into her apartment and locking the door behind her, making sure to latch the security chain.
Angela breathed a sigh of relief and sagged against the door, glad to be home.
Dropping her purse on the small table in the entryway, she kicked off her shoes in the living room and went to check her answering machine.
Noticing that she had three messages, she pressed the play button and walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and some painkillers for her sore arm.
The first message was from her publisher, (she was an author, had written a couple of children's books and was currently working on another one), asking her if her latest draft was ready.
The second message was from Detective Reagan, asking Angela to come in and sign an official statement and retrieve her weapon that the responding officers had confiscated.
She sighed and waited for the next message to play.
"Hello Angela. I heard you were attacked last night. Hope you weren't hurt too badly. I'm glad to see you've returned to where you belong. I'll be seeing you real soon" — and the line went dead.
Angela sat down heavily at her kitchen table, tears running down her face.
She knew that voice. She could never forget it.
**FLASHBACK**FLASHBACK**FLASHBACK**FLASHBACK**FLAS HBACK
"Angela! I'm home!" he called as he walked in the apartment door.
Angela sucked in a breath, trying to get dinner done quickly.
"Angela! Where's my beer?" he yelled from the living room.
"Coming!" She yelled in a lighthearted voice. Don't make him mad, don't make him mad.
Angela grabbed a beer out of the fridge and walked quickly over to where he sat.
She didn't see the shoes he had taken off until she was tripping over them.
Angela stumbled and the already-open beer can in her hand emptied in his lap…onto his uniform pants.
Angela shakily got to her feet, apologizing profusely.
He stayed silent and Angela waited for the storm to come.
When he remained silent, Angela tried to apologize again.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't see your shoe-" was all she got out before a backhanded slap to the face sent her sprawling.
"Are *punch* you *kick* saying *slap* this was MY fault?" he asked, yelling.
Angela shook her head, sobbing into the floor.
He looked at her in disgust and stepped over her, walking into the kitchen to get his dinner.
**PRESENT**PRESENT**PRESENT**PRESENT**
Angela shook herself out of her reverie and wiped the tears off of her face.
She stood up and went to get Detective Reagan's business card out of her purse. She needed that gun back.
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Detective Danny Reagan was at his desk, buried in paperwork, when his phone rang.
"Thank the Lord above" he said before answering it. "Reagan."
"Detective Reagan, this is Angela Fitzgerald. I just got your message."
"Ah, Miss Fitzgerald. Yes, I need you to come in and sign an official statement and you can pick up your gun."
"Really? I didn't think I'd be able to get that back for at least a week."
"Well, since the gun didn't actually hit anyone, and the most damage it did was to your closet door, it didn't take that long. All we had to do was find the bullet and make sure your gun was properly registered and that your gun license was up to date."
"That's great! When can I come by?"
"Well, I'll probably be buried under paperwork all day today, so you can come by anytime."
"Okay, I'll come by in the next hour or two. Thanks."
"You're welcome and I'll see you soon, Miss Fitzgerald."
Danny hung up the phone and just stared for a minute.
His partner, Detective Jackie Curatola, looked up at him. "What's up?"
"Somethin' hinky goin' on with this victim."
"Oh yeah?" she asked. "What, you think she's hiding something?"
"Yeah. She's definitely hidin' somethin'. I just don't know what."
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Angela decided not wait around her apartment and got in a cab to the police station almost immediately after she got off the phone with Detective Reagan.
She got out of the cab at the 12th precinct and made her way inside.
The inside of the station was hectic and loud. Angela looked around, confused as to where to go.
"Can I help you, ma'am?" a voice called out.
Angela looked to her right and there stood Officer Reagan.
Not the Reagan I'm looking for, but he'll do- she thought.
"Miss Fitzgerald!" Jamie exclaimed when the woman turned to face him.
"Officer Reagan" she said, relieved, "I'm supposed to meet your…brother? Detective Reagan, but I'm not sure where to go…"
Jamie chuckled. "Yeah, it is kind of a zoo in here. And, yes, Danny- Detective Reagan- is my brother."
"Why don't I take you up to see Danny?" he asked, "I'm here early for my shift anyways."
Angela nodded and followed Jamie as he started up the stairs.
"How's your arm?" he asked as they walked.
"It's alright. Just a little sore" she said, huffing as they made the turn onto the third floor stairwell.
Jamie led her out into the bullpen on the third floor and pointed her to Danny's desk.
"I've got to get changed for my shift" he said, turning towards the stairs, "…oh, and I'm still available if you ever want to lighten that load."
Angela furrowed her brow. "Thanks…I think."
Shaking her head, she turned to find Detective Reagan watching her curiously.
"Miss Fitzgerald" he said, sticking out his hand, "thank you for coming in. I know you just got discharged from the hospital, so we'll make this as short and painless as possible."
Angela shook his hand and followed him over to his desk.
He pointed her to a slightly worn chair and they sat down.
"Okay, here is your official statement as it was told to Officer Reagan and myself, just read it over, make sure it's correct and then sign it and date it at the bottom."
"That's it?" she asked.
Danny nodded. "Yep, that's it. We just want to make sure your statement is truthful."
Angela read the statement over and hesitated a little before signing it at the bottom.
"Alright, wait right here and I'll go get your property out of the evidence locker" he said, standing up.
Detective Reagan was back within a couple minutes, and handed her an evidence bag that contained her 9mm Smith and Wesson and its bullets.
Angela breathed a sigh of relief when he set the bag in front of her. She already felt safer.
Danny looked at her strangely before handing her another form. "This says that the gun is yours and all the official procedural stuff that says that you didn't steal the gun from the evidence room. You just need to read it over, sign and date it."
Angela let out a half-laugh before signing it and handing it back to him.
Danny peeled off the top of the carbonless copy paper and handed her the sheet underneath that had the same information.
"Okay, that's everything. Thank you for coming in, Miss Fitzgerald."
They both stood and Danny led Angela over to the stairwell. "Let me know if you have any questions or concerns about your case and I'll be in touch if we find out anything."
Angela nodded and thanked him before heading down the stairs.
She kept going, not stopping until she got out of the building. She hated police stations.
Angela hailed a cab, opened the evidence bag that Det. Reagan gave her, and loaded her gun (which caused a look of panic on the cab driver's face before she explained to him that it was registered to her and she wasn't going to hurt him) before putting it in her purse.
Knowing that she had her gun back, and that it was within reach, made her breath a little easier.
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