A/N: I'm so thankful you guys have all stuck through the long delays with this story! As always, see the first chapter for the disclaimer. I hope you guys enjoy this one, and please review. :)

Chapter Thirty

Frank was pouring over a file when Henry came in to the kitchen that night. "You're not really going to let him do it," his father asked.

Frank opted not to look up. "Let who do what?" he asked in response.

"You know exactly what I mean, Francis." Henry sat down at the table.

Frank sighed heavily, looking up at his father. "It's Jamie's choice," he said.

Henry grunted slightly in response. "You didn't see him the other day, Francis. Frozen in the backyard, stuck in a flashback. I don't see where any good can come from this."

"Plenty of crime victims find it empowering to confront their attackers."

Henry scoffed. "Jamie isn't a victim."

Frank groaned quietly. "It hurts me to say it, Pop, but he is," he said softly. "Honor, Nate, and Liam kidnapped and damn near killed him."

Henry sighed. "He fits the legal definition," he clarified. "But, it's Jamie."

"We're not doing him any good by not calling it what it is."

"What good are we doing him in general? We should be trying to get him to open up, to say something. Not handling him with kid gloves and allowing him to ignore it."

"That's not what we're doing," Frank said.

"Then what the hell are we doing, Francis?" Henry replied.

"We're letting him come to us. We're letting him control the situation."

"For Christ's sake, we're treating him like…" Henry stopped in the middle of his comment, realizing what he was implying. "Oh, God."

Frank said nothing.

"You don't think he was…" Henry trailed off.

"No, I don't," Frank replied. "There was no evidence of that anywhere."

Henry breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God."

"But Jamie's stubborn. Just like the rest of us. The more we try to push him to talk, the more he's going to shut down. But if we wait, let him know we're here, and let him come to us, he'll talk."

Henry exhaled sharply. "How long are we supposed to wait, though, Francis?"

"He's been talking to Danny," Frank said. "He'll talk more when he feels like it."

"And in the mean time, what? We just watch him self-destruct? Is he even talking to a doctor?"

Frank looked up at Henry. "You're with him more than the rest of us. You tell me."

Henry shrugged. "He just gets in a cab and goes to appointments. He doesn't tell me who he's seeing."

Frank nodded solemnly, but said nothing.

Henry shook his head. "I just don't like seeing my grandson like that," he said softly.

"I know," Frank agreed.

Henry sighed again softly.

"But we have to let him figure things out for himself," Frank said. "We can't force it on him."

"I know," Henry said. He shook his head. "I'm going to bed. Good night, Francis."

"Good night, Pop."

Henry made his way out of the kitchen, and Frank watched him for a moment, understanding Henry's frustration but knowing that there was not much more anyone could do. Jamie had to figure some things out for himself.

Frank poked his head into Jamie's room as he headed up to bed that night, finding his youngest sitting up against the pillows. Frank tapped the doorjamb gently to attract Jamie's attention.

Jamie glanced over, but said nothing.

"Can't sleep?" Frank asked as he made his way into the room.

Jamie shook his head slowly as his father sat down next to him on the bed.

"You want to talk about it?"

"I'm stubborn," Jamie replied, half-smirking.

Frank made a noise. "You heard that."

Jamie smiled slightly. "Kinda hard not to. Though, for the record, I am seeing a doctor."

"Is it helping?"

Jamie shrugged. "It isn't really hurting."

Frank nodded.

"I'm sorry, Dad."

"For what?" Frank inquired.

Jamie snorted slightly. "Everything. With everything in my head, I haven't thought about what I'm doing to you guys."

"It's alright."

Jamie shook his head. "No. No, it's not alright. I've been hurting all of you guys, and I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize, Jamie."

Jamie smiled again. "Maybe not to you, but Linda's put up with a lot of late night phone calls…"

Frank smiled.

"What should I get her?"

"Ask Danny or Erin."

Jamie nodded.

Frank patted Jamie gently on the leg before standing. "Get some sleep, son," he advised.

Jamie nodded again. "Night, Dad."

"Night, son."