Chapter 15

I got to take Jackson home yesterday they wanted him to stay for observation since he was a preemie. Now he is two weeks old and the sight of perfection. I walk the apartment while rocking him in my arms. I found him the cutest onesie that I just had to buy, it was white and said 'When I grow up I want to save lives just like my dad' and there was a police hat and handcuffs on it. So far he has been staying up through most of the night and sleeping all day, which he was currently doing. I go over to the nursery that Rhys and Mark helped me with and I place him in his crib. I turn on the baby monitor and leave the room hoping he will finally get some sleep since I have lay him down.

My phone starts ringing just when I know for sure that he is asleep. I swear quietly while running over to grab the phone before it wakes him. I am going to be so pissed at Rhys and Mark.

"What." I say into the phone in a harsh whisper.

"Did I catch you at a bad time Ms. McNally?" Boyko's voice came through the phone.

"Oh. Sorry sir. I wasn't expecting you to call me. I haven't been sleeping well lately so I'm a little cranky." I tiredly explain.

"I need to talk to you about your father."

"What about him?"

"He's in trouble, I have tried to help him but he has been drinking a lot lately and he keeps asking for you. I normally would have let you enjoy your summer break before you start at the academy but I think he really needs you here." He explains. I think long and hard about what I am going to do. I would have to take Jackson with me but this might be my only opportunity to save my father before it's too late. I look at the nursery door and realize this may be Jackson opportunity to meet his father. It is decided then.

"Okay Boyko, I'll try and get down there by the end of this week."

"Thanks, Drea." He sighs with relief.

"It's Andy now." I tell him.

"We'll see you by the end of this week Andy." I hang up the phone. I guess we are going to Toronto.

This week has passed by really quickly, Jackson is three weeks old and we are in my car driving the 3 and a half hour drive to Toronto. I look in the rear view mirror to Jackson's car seat and remember the past week. I spent a couple days getting just Jackson's things ready, I didn't know how long we were going to be gone so I packed a lot of stuff. I packed his Baby Bjorn, stroller, blankets, lots of diapers and about two weeks' worth of clothes which will probably only last him 5 days since he always finds a way to get them dirty. Right now he is wearing the cutest baby blue bodysuit with a pair of jean overalls on top of them and little tiny booties. He is the cutest baby I have ever seen, it is times like these when I get really overwhelmed at just what is really happening, I am taking care of a whole other person, someone who depends on me entirely.

We have finally reached Toronto and I decide the first stop will be the police station just to get everything over with. It is 11:30 a.m. which means everyone will be out on patrol and eating lunch so I don't have to worry about them.

I pull into the precinct parking lot and take a deep breath to calm my nerves. I know he isn't here right now but that doesn't stop me from worrying. I open my door and make my way round to Jackson's. I lift him up and grab his diaper bag which really looks like a purse. He is starting to wake up.

"Hey buddy, we are going to go see where your daddy spends a lot of his time." I start walking through the doors. I get a few occasional glances in my direction but I think it is just people looking at Jackson. I scan the room quickly and notice I don't see anyone I know but I do see a couple of the new rookies manning the desk. I adjust Jackson so he is sitting on my left hip; he is looking around interested in all the people. I stop at the desk. I hear her on the phone probably talking with another rookie. I overheard Sam's name and I felt some anger surge through me.

"Excuse me; do you know if Boyko is in?" I ask the rookie at the desk and when she doesn't respond I find myself annoyed and a little bit of Drea comes out.

"Hey rookie," I say and press the end button on her obvious social call. She looks at me with venom in her eyes.

"What do you want." She said sharply.

"Is Boyko in?" I ask with a smile, she rolls her eyes at me.

"Andy," I hear him to my right standing outside his office. "I see some things never change, still harassing the rookies." I smirk at the rookie and turn towards him.

"Well something's do." I respond and let him see Jackson while I walk over to him.

"I guess they do." He looked extremely shocked to see I had a baby with me. We made it into his office and I sat down in his chair like I always do when I was in trouble or waiting for my dad. I lift Jackson so that he is standing on my knees and looking at me. He is very curious to the new environment.

"So who is this little fellow?" Boyko asks me.

"This is my son Jackson." I reply proudly. "He's about three and a half weeks old."

"Wow. Andy McNally with a baby, who would have thought?" he chuckles.

"Do you want to hold him?" Boyko nods and I hand Jackson over. He grabs Boyko's beard and I laugh quietly to myself at that. "So what's the deal with my father?"

"He hasn't left the Black Penny in weeks. The board has to discharge him, he got way too close and involved in a case, almost got his rookie killed." My eyes popped open, Rhys and Mark never told me that part. "I wanted to know if you could come down here and talk some sense into him. I wouldn't have asked you if I had known about Jackson though."

"No, it's okay. I haven't told anyone here about Jackson so there was no way you could have known, I'll drop Jackson off with one of my close buddy's and then I'll go see my dad." I suggest. Boyko hands Jackson back off to me. "I also just wanted to say that I am kidnapping one of your sops for the rest of today and tomorrow, I think I have a little bit of explaining to do."

"Alright, he really is a cute kid Andy." Boyko stated as I went to walk out his door.

"Thanks." I walk down to the locker rooms and do a quick search to see is Sam is here yet. I can't seem to find him but he is probably going to be on patrol for a couple more hours. I sneak into the locker room and grab a picture of Jackson out of my pocket and stuff it in the locker which I know to be Sam's. I make my way out of the station when my eye catches something or should I say someone.

OOH CLIFFY... WHo DO you think it is?