A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews! I'm sorry updates are coming slowly... I've been super busy lately, but since this is the first of a two-parter, I'll try not to go too long in between updates. See the first chapter for the disclaimer. I hope you guys enjoy this one, and please review. :)

Chapter Fifteen

Danny walked into the hospital room, finding Jamie sitting up in bed and eating lunch. The younger Reagan was still pretty beat up looking, but the bandages were slowly coming off as the wounds underneath healed. Jamie was currently struggling to feed himself with his casted right arm.

"I get sick of using the left," he offered.

"Wasn't gonna say a word," Danny replied.

"I keep telling them they need to give me things I can pick up, like pizza that actually tastes like pizza. Not this flavorless crap that I need a damn fork for."

Danny lifted up a bag from Burger King and passed it over to Jamie.

"You're my favorite brother," Jamie said, opening the bag.

Danny just smirked.

Jamie pulled out a cheeseburger, unwrapping it. He took a bite as Danny sat down on the foot of the bed. "Much better," he mumbled.

"Yeah, I thought so," Danny replied.

Jamie took another bite, looking over at his older brother. "So, are you just feeding me, or is this a bribe?"

"I need to ask you some questions."

Jamie nodded. "I figured when I saw fries and onion rings."

Danny shrugged slightly with a small smile. "Just trying to get the most information out of you."

"I don't remember much."

"Do you really think that any of us actually believe that?"

Jamie inhaled slowly before sighing softly. "I keep hoping so," he replied. "But, no. I know you guys know better."

Danny frowned. "I know it hurts, kid, but you need to tell me what happened. And why we found three dead bodies in the warehouse."

Jamie froze mid-bite. "You found the warehouse?"

Danny nodded. "Freddy Jasper told us everything. Honor and Liam are going down, but we need your statement too."

"Can I finish eating first?"

Danny shrugged. "You can talk to me now or later, but you're gonna have to talk to me and tell me what happened."

Jamie nodded. "I know," he whispered. "I just… I…" He shook his head, stopping himself.

"I'm sorry, kid. I wish this didn't happen. But we gotta finish this up."

"I know," Jamie whispered again. "I'm so sorry, Danny."

Danny frowned. "You don't gotta apologize, kid."

Jamie didn't respond, picking at the fries and the rest of his cheeseburger.

Danny watched his younger brother, wondering how bad it had been for Jamie. And while he felt like he would have an answer soon, Danny wasn't entirely sure he wanted an answer. Because then he would want to go after Nate, Honor, and Liam, which wouldn't matter for Nate, seeing as how the guy was dead. But Honor and Liam…

He had half a mind to tell Erin to make sure that Liam and Freddy ended up nowhere near Andre. Liam hadn't played ball, but Andre and Freddy had cooperated, so that earned the two of them something.

Or so the DA thought.

Danny would just as soon lock them up and throw away the key. Allow them to get their asses kicked by the other prisoners. But if deals weren't made, no matter how shady and annoying they would be, other people would stop cooperating.

Danny shifted his position on the bed, looking again at Jamie. His younger brother was still healing physically, and though he'd been awake for a couple of days, Danny knew this wasn't easy on the kid. It wasn't going to be easy. Jamie had spent half of his time awake in denial, and the other half in distraction. And the family was happy to indulge him, but Danny couldn't afford that anymore.

The case needed to be closed, and the only thing outstanding was Jamie's statement.