Another Day In The Life

by JusticeStandsTRUE

Things are getting busy for the Reagans, especially for Andy, Danny and Linda's adopted daughter, who seems to find trouble at every turn. Danny and Linda get some surprising news, the Reagan's are all placed under protective custody, Andy causes a little trouble for Jamie, and a whole lot more.#3 in the "Life With The Reagan's Series."#1 is Least of These,#2 is Never A Dull Moment

12. Chapter 12

CH. 12: Another Rough Day For All Involved Part 2

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Andy woke up the following morning, and wasn't surprised to find the house quiet. She already knew that her brothers would be at school considering it was

nearing 9:00 am. Andy walked down the stairs in search for one of her parents, knowing that one of them would be there to take care of her. If she would have

still been at the foster home, she knew that without a doubt, both of her foster parents would be gone and she would have been left alone. Normally she

didn't mind being left alone, but when she was sick, she knew that she wouldn't eat, unless she felt good enough to get it herself, and that was if there was

even food in the fridge. It didn't really bother her to remember those days, in fact she kind of liked to thank about those days from time to time, they kept her

grateful for the Reagan's. But this day however, was not one of those days, she didn't have the energy, or the brain power to think about much of anything at

the moment. "How are you felling baby?" Linda walked in from the kitchen when she heard footsteps on the staircase. "About the same as yesterday," Andy

stretched. "You're still running a fever," Linda felt her forehead. "I've been wondering," Andy looked at Linda confused. "How can you tell if I'm running fever

just by feeling my forehead?" "It's a parent thing," Linda smiled at her. "Can I have some juice," Andy was thirsty? "Of course, you can, you need to drink plenty

of liquids while you're sick, Linda mentioned walking into the kitchen to pour her a glass of apple juice. "You need to eat something too," Linda said handing her

daughter the glass. "I'm not real hungry," Andy drained the last bit of apple juice from her glass. "Do you think you could at least eat a piece of toast," Linda

looked at her hopeful? "I'll try," Andy sighed laying her head down on the table. "You should be in bed," Linda said from the kitchen when she noticed Andy.

"Awe, let me stay down here for a little while, I'm all alone up there," Andy complained. "I don't know," Linda wasn't sure if she should let her, "you need a lot

of rest." Please Mom," Andy pleaded. "Besides I am resting, Andy shrugged, "it's not like I'm not running circles in the kitchen." Linda sighed and just looked at

her, "only for a little while, and then you are going back to your room." "Yes Mam," Andy mumbled picking her head up so she could eat, when Linda placed the

plate in front of her. Andy managed to eat most of the toast, and drink a little more juice before Linda suggested she go back upstairs and rest. "But I," Andy

tried. "You need to go up and rest," Linda looked at her serious. "I'll be up to see you as soon as I finish with the breakfast dishes," she reassured her with a

smile.

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Linda was just making her way up the stairs when she saw Andy run past the staircase, in a hurry to get to the bathroom. Linda followed her into the

bathroom, and Andy turned away from the toilet to look at her. "You don't need to be in here," Andy mumbled. "I'm losing my breakfast." "I know honey," Linda

walked further into the bathroom before moving the girl's hair out from her face, and holding it back. "Thanks," Andy finally managed to speak once she felt it

was safe enough to back away. "No need to thank me," Linda moved the shower curtain aside so she could get some water running in the bathtub. "It's a

mother's job to look after her sick children," Linda helped her in the bathtub before going to get the new set of pajamas she bought for her the day before. "I

picked you up a little surprise yesterday when I got off work," Linda came in with another pair of footsy pajamas like Andy loved so much. "You found a blue

pair in my size," Andy smiled. "I searched through all the new shipment boxes in the back until I found one," Linda thought of how long it took for her to finally

locate a pair. "How did you convince them to let you go in the back and dig through the boxes?" Andy knew that most stores didn't allow that. "I told them that

you were the one who saw who pulled the fire alarm and that it was your Dad and Uncle that found her and made sure it wouldn't happen again," Linda

replied. "I can't believe you did that," Andy happily pulled on her new set of pj's. "I couldn't either," Linda admitted. Brushing her daughter's hair. "You ready to

go lay down for a while, maybe try and get a little sleep?" Linda took the girl to her bedroom and tucked her in. "I'm still so cold," Andy complained pulling the

blanket up to her chin. "I know honey and I wish I could give you more blankets, but you're already running a high fever, and right now we need to concentrate

on getting that down," Linda felt bad that she couldn't make her more comfortable, but she also knew that if her fever went much higher they would have to

hospitalize her. And she could only imagine the struggle that would be with Andy. Danny would literally never be able to leave her side. "Is that why you only

let me take a warm bath, rather than a hot one?" Andy knew there had to be a reason for it, knowing Linda would never try to make her life miserable on

purpose. "I'm sorry baby, I'm just trying to take precautions," Linda tried reassuring her with a smile. "Where's Daddy?" Linda noticed that Andy had taken up

calling him Daddy since she got sick. "He had to go to work since he missed some of the day yesterday. "When's he coming home?" Andy was obviously wishing

he was there too. "He said he would be home as soon as he can," Linda reassured her. It wasn't that Andy wasn't comfortable with Linda, she loved Linda with

all her heart, but she couldn't help but feel a connection with the man that found her, and became her father. "My chest and stomach is really hurting," Andy

coughed as she wriggled around trying to get comfortable. She was trying to hold most of the discomfort she was feeling in, since Danny wasn't there and she

knew he couldn't hold her like she wanted. "I know Andy, just lay down on your stomach and I'll try to get you to relax," Linda took a seat on the edge of the

bed as she began rubbing small circles around on her daughters back. "Thanks for the new pajamas," Andy looked at the sleeve of the new pajamas she was

wearing. "Anything to help my little girl feel better," Linda was glad she made the time to both go get them, and dig through the boxes in that stuffy old storage

facility. "You know at the beginning, I was afraid that you wouldn't want me after you found out I was Dads real kid. But you did, you wanted to be my mother,

even though you didn't have to be," Andy turned her head up to look at her mother. "Do you remember what I told you when you first brought that up," Linda

asked gently? "Yes," Andy nodded her head. "I said that I couldn't be happier, and to never forget that I adopted you and that I will always love you. "Thanks

mom, I love you too," Andy fell asleep to her mother sitting beside her and rubbing her hand up and down her back.

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Andy slept for several hours, and Linda was more than grateful. Unfortunately by the time she did wake up, Andy still wasn't feeling any better, and it was time

for her medicine. This brought a fear that Linda had never felt before in her life, thinking she was about to have to give her daughter her medicine without

Danny. "Andy we went through this last night, you have to take your medicine," Linda was seriously hoping she wouldn't put up such a struggle as she did the

night before. Then again it was Andy, and she knew her chances were slim. "I don't have to take my medicine," Andy didn't like the thought of having to

swallow another tablespoon of that nasty liquid. "Andy please don't do this again. You won't get better if you don't take it," Linda tried. "Yeah but after you

swallow it the taste stays with you for a long time," Andy wasn't giving in. "I understand that Andy," Linda was getting frustrated. "But you have to take it, no

question about it. So you might as well make the best of it." "But I don't want too," Andy continued to press the matter. "Andrea," Linda walked out of the room

to call Danny, hoping he would be able to talk some sense into her. "Danny, if you don't do something with this kid, I'm not going to be responsible when I

dump half the bottle out, trying to get some down her throat." "That sounds really violent for a nurse," Danny mentioned, surprised by his wife's choice of

words. "No matter how much talking I do, she always has a come-back of why she shouldn't take it," Linda was annoyed. "Linda its Andy, what do you

expect?" Danny had a point. "A bit more cooperation would be nice, I kind of thought she would be easier to handle with her being sick, but it's the complete

opposite, and I can't exactly punish her while she's sick, that's just mean," Linda didn't know what to do anymore. "Let me talk to her, maybe I can convince her

to take it," Danny was willing to give it a try, despite the fact he figured it wouldn't do much good. "Okay, but if that doesn't work, I'm going back to dumping it,"

Linda walked back into the room and handed her daughter the phone. "Hi Daddy," Andy sounded as if nothing was wrong. "Hi Andy, now do you want to tell

me what the problem is?" "When are you coming home?" Andy skipped Danny's first question. "As soon as I can. Now why won't you take your medicine?"

Danny was trying to work. "Because it tastes nasty," was Andy's only reply. "Does it make you feel better when you take it," Danny questioned? "Some," Andy

admitted. "But not enough to make me want to take it." "Andy do you like to give your mother a hard time? Because that's what you are doing by not taking

your medicine," Danny tried appealing to her since of guilt. "Do I have to answer that question," Andy wasn't sure what to say at all to that? "I generally

expect an answer when I ask my children a question, so I would prefer it if you did," Danny had no idea what would possess her to ask him such a question,

especially when she knew better. "I don't know what to say," Andy sighed. "If I say I do enjoy giving her a hard time, I'll get in trouble, if I say no, you will know

I'm lying and I'll still getting trouble, so either way, you'll be mad at me." "I'm not going to be upset with you," Danny chuckled, thinking why did he even ask

her such a thing, it's not like she would be able to give him a straight answer anyway. "In that case, it is kind of fun to watch her get all frustrated," Andy said

carefully, not sure if he really meant what he said about not being upset with her. "Do you think you could give her a break this one time?" Danny was trying to

make things a bit easier for Linda. "But it's the only fun I'm having right now," Andy mumbled. "Besides the point of this whole thing is, I don't like that

medicine, it taste nasty and no matter how much juice or other things I drink it doesn't make the taste go away," she complained. "Listen Andy, I've got to go,"

Danny was just getting out of the car, to go talk to a potential suspect. "So just do what your mother says."

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Linda was about to go for round two with her daughter, when she heard Jamie coming in after picking the boys up from school. "Thanks for getting the boys,"

Linda thanked Jamie coming down the stairs, deciding to hold off her struggle with Andy for a few more minutes. "It was no problem," Jamie didn't mind, "it

gave me a little break." "How was your day boys," Linda asked? "It was fine," Jack shrugged, heading into the kitchen for a snack. "How about you Sean?"

Linda noticed her youngest was being much quieter than usual. "It was school," Sean made his way up the stairs and up to his bedroom. "What's wrong with

him?" Linda looked at Jamie confused. "I was going to let him tell you," Jamie shrugged. "But I found him sitting outside the principal's office." "What did he

do?" "The principal sent this demerit slip, and it needs to be signed before he can return it," Jamie took the slip from his pocket. "I know the drill," Linda shook

her head, "we've already been through this so many times with Andy, we know exactly where the dotted line is." "I'm sorry I had to be the bearer of bad

news," Jamie shrugged. "Its fine," Linda didn't seem too bothered by it. "I'm used to it. I just thought that I might get a week off with Andy being sick," she

mentioned. "So how's Andy?" Jamie changed the subject. "About the same as yesterday," Linda started. "Still nauseated, running fever, coughing and chest

congestion. The only difference is, she's much more irritable today." "Is she feeling up to company?" Jamie couldn't help but feel worried about the girl he got so

attached to after such a short time. "I'm sure she would love to see you, I know I would appreciate the break. Unfortunately I have to go talk to Sean. And

here," Linda shoved the medicine bottle in her brother in laws chest, "you can give her, her medicine."

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"Sean Daniel Reagan, why am I holding a withdrawal slip with your name on it?" "Because I got in trouble," Sean said a tad bit on the disrespectful side. "You

are in enough trouble here Sean Daniel, without adding disrespect to your list of offenses," Linda looked at the boy serious. "And if you don't keep your

attitude in check, I'm not going to wait for your father to get home, I may take the spoon to your backside for him." "Yes Mam," Sean thought it best to look

contrite. "It says here that one of the teachers that was monitoring the lunch room, overheard you participating in the use of obscene or disrespectful

language. Care to explain?" "It gets the point across," Sean shrugged, "besides, all my friends say it." "Sounds to me like you need to make some new

friends." "It's not their fault," Sean was afraid his mother may forbid him to associate with them. "They are only saying what they hear their families say," Sean

tried. "That's their excuse, but what is yours? You know that the Reagan's use a much more intellectual way of speaking to get their point across." "I know,"

Sean was getting the feeling that was the wrong thing to say. "Not to mention, you are much too young to use that sort of language. What do you think your

Grandfather would say if he knew about this?" Linda pressed him "I don't think he would be doing much talking," Sean didn't like to say it but he couldn't ignore

his mother's question, that would only make things worse. "He'd just take me into his office and explain with me over his lap." "I'm sure your father will make

up for that when he gets home," Linda had no doubt. "I'm sure you're right, unfortunately," Sean muttered. "The school is removing three demerits for your bad

choice of words," Linda went back to the boy's wrongdoing. "I know," Sean nodded. "Sean it was three demerits, you know what happens if you get two more,

it's an automatic suspension. And if you get suspended you will get the same thing as Andy did when she was suspended. Now do you know what that was?"

"Not entirely," Sean could tell his mother wanted an answer. "Ask Andy about it sometime, she's been suspended twice," Linda thought that if Andy talked to

him, she may be able to get the point across. "Now come with me to the bathroom Sean," Linda led the way down the hall. "You are going to get your mouth

washed out with soap for your poor choice of language. And I'm sure your father will have his own way of showing his displeasure," Linda added picking up the

soap bottle.

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"Alright Andy," Jamie read the label on the bottle of liquid medicine Linda handed him. "How old are you anyway?" "Uncle Jamie, you know how old I am," Andy

picked her pillows up so she could sit up. "8," Jamie teased. "I think you have me mixed up with one of my brothers," Andy spoke up. "12," Jamie guessed

again. "Uncle Jamie," Andy giggled. "9," Jamie gave one more. "No Uncle Jamie," Andy shook her head. "I give up," Jamie knew the correct amount he needed

to give her, he was just trying to joke around hoping it would not only make her feel better, but also help her take the medicine without much resistance. "Here

you kiddo," Jamie handed her the small medicine cup. "Now do a favor for your favorite uncle by taking your medicine, and not spewing it out all over my

uniform." "You're my only Uncle," Andy looked at the cup in her hand. "And if you love me, you'll take it," Jamie grinned. "Oh my gosh, Uncle Jamie, I'll take it if

you just stop badgering me about it," Andy swallowed it before reaching for her juice glass so fast she almost spilled it. "I greatly appreciate it," Jamie patted

her leg. "Uncle Jamie, would you watch a movie with me," Andy rubbed her head. "Wish I could Andy, but I have to get back to work," Jamie placed a hand on

her head. "Do you have a headache?" Andy nodded, "I've had one for the past two days." "Close your eyes for a while, maybe it will help," Jamie suggested

before turning the light off in her bedroom and heading down the stairs. "Hey Jack," Jamie walked up to where his nephew was sitting at the table and doing

his homework, with a glass of milk and a plate of cookies off to the side. "I've got to get back to work," Jamie grabbed one of the cookies before taking a sip

from his nephew's glass. "You're as bad as Dad," Jack shook his head. "Reagan rule number one, protect your food at all times," Jamie winked at him before

heading out the door.

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"Hey Jack, how you doing?" Danny squeezed his shoulder gently once he got home. "I'll be doing better after I finish my homework," Jack admitted. "Just do

your best, that's all I ask," Danny took one of the cookies, before draining the last bit of milk in his son's glass. "Really Dad," Jack just looked at him. "It's

Reagan rule number one," was all Danny could say before Jack interrupted. "Protect your food at all times, I know I know," Jack repeated shaking his head as

Danny crossed the room. "You need to talk to Sean," Linda said walking in from the kitchen. "Can it wait, I want to go check on Andy?" Danny was already at

the foot of the stairs. "No it can't, you have to go talk to him," Linda said abruptly. Danny looked confused, as Linda handed him the demerit slip and explained

the situation to him. After dealing with Sean, Danny made his way into Andy's room. "How's my girl?" Danny smiled when he saw her. "I'm still alive," Andy sat

up, "but aside from that, there's not much else I can say." "Still feeling pretty bad?" Danny nodded. "My head feels like it's going to explode, my throat hurts, all

I'm doing is coughing, I'm freezing but mom won't let me have any more blankets because I'm running a high fever, all in all, I think I'm going to die," Andy

whined dramatically. "Sounds to me like you need a little something to help get your mind off it," Danny knew it was too early to give her any medicine, and he

doubted she would be willing to try and get some sleep, considering he figured she had already been doing a lot of that. "Yeah but what? Mom has a heart

attack if I even think about getting out of bed," Andy thought of an hour or so ago when she went downstairs. Unfortunately she had to choose that moment

to have a coughing fit and Linda escorted her back to bed herself. "There's plenty you can do in bed," Danny was trying to help her not feel so bored. "You

could do some of the homework Jack brought you from your teachers." "Guess again," Andy looked at him as if he was crazy, "I'm not delirious." Danny

chuckled, "have you finished reading the book Grandpa lent you on Teddy Roosevelt." "About thirty minutes ago, Andy nodded, "I need another one." "I'll let

him know, you need another one," Danny knew that Teddy Roosevelt books were the only books, they could convince her to read and sometime even that was

difficult. "And there is more things you can do in bed, aside from reading to help keep you entertained," he added. "Like what, if I throw the ball in the house

you'll be mad at me, and then I'll get in trouble, and you'll ground me from watching TV," Andy reminded him surprised he could forget something like that. "You

know you could watch TV," Danny thought about it. "But how, I don't have a TV in my room, and I can't exactly leave the bed." "Your mom said you couldn't get

out of bed, but she didn't say what bed you couldn't get out of," Danny pointed at her. "A loop whole I like it," Andy said excited. "What you got in mind?"

"Danny lifted her out of bed and carried her into his and Linda's room before setting her down on the bed and handing her the remote to the TV. "Enjoy," he

said before heading into the bathroom for a shower. "What you watching?" Jack asked seeing his sister in his parent's bedroom. "Nothing yet," Andy looked at

him, "I'm checking Netflix though." "I want to watch," Jack crawled on the bed next to her, "I finished my homework, so I'm free the rest of the evening." "Did

you give my doctors note to Coach Watkins," Andy looked at her brother questioningly? "As soon as I got to school, just like you asked me to," Jack couldn't

believe his sister was actually excited about something that took place in school. "I just don't want to get kicked off the team for not showing up for practice,"

Andy sounded worried. "Coach Watkins said he understood, and not to come back until you are better," Jack reassured her. "Thanks little brother," Andy settled

on a movie, just before she and her brother made themselves comfortable on their parent's bed. Normally Linda wouldn't allow them to eat in their rooms, but

with Andy sick, she decided to make an exception. Linda had just handed Andy her plate of food, and was about to tell Jack to go down to the table, but Andy

stopped her mid-sentence. "Can Jack eat up here with me, were watching a movie?" Okay," Linda thought about if for a moment, "I'll bring you some thing up,

she looked at her son. "Thanks Mom," Andy and Jack said together returning to their movie.

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"Aren't you supposed to be asleep? Sean walked past his sister's bedroom on his way back from the bathroom? "I could ask you the same question," Andy

wasn't about to let him get out of trouble if he told on her. "Hey I was in the bathroom," Sean of course had an excuse for the reason why he couldn't possibly

be in trouble. "So I didn't see you much this evening," Andy noticed. "Why didn't you watch the movie with me and Jack?" "I had to do my homework," Sean

didn't at all sound enthused. "I got a little delayed since I got in trouble at school." Andy's mouth dropped, "you got in trouble without me. What kind of brother

are you?" "You get in trouble without me all the time," Sean looked confused. "I mean I can name them." "Yeah but I always have a good reason for getting in

trouble," Andy picked up for herself. "Oh yeah, and what's that," Sean asked. "I'm forging the way for my brothers," Andy looked pleased with herself. "What's

that supposed to mean?" "It means that as the oldest, I get into trouble by doing things, so you guys learn what is and isn't allowed. Just think of it as my

contribution to the Reagan family." "I would thank you," Sean looked confused. "But I have no idea what you are talking about." "So what did you do to get in

trouble," Andy was intrigued? "I'd tell you, but if I said the words again, I'd get in even bigger trouble," Sean took a seat on her bed. "What did they give you?"

Andy at least sounded supportive, even if she was totally faking it. "Mom washed my mouth out with soap, and Dad well, Dad didn't do anything to me near my

mouth. "Augh, I get your point," Andy shifted uncomfortably. "Why are you shifting uncomfortable, you're not the one that got spanked," Sean threw his hands

up. "Because your pain is my pain," Andy placed a hand over her chest. "I think I'm going to throw up," Sean couldn't handle any more sweetness from his

sister. "Augh," Andy moaned. "Don't say throw up," she was already feeling nauseated. "Sorry," Sean looked at her apologetically. "So mom actually washed

your mouth out with soap," Andy looked kind of surprised? "It wasn't fun either," Sean stuck his tongue out. "Isn't soap supposed to be toxic, especially to

children," Andy squinted? "Not all soap is toxic Andy, pay attention in health class," Sean couldn't help but add. "You should have pretended it was, and then

fell on the floor pretending to pass out after she put it in your mouth," Andy could just see her mother's reaction if Sean would have actually done it. "If I would

have done that, you'd be helping plan my funeral, because mom would have murdered me the second she found out I was faking. And if she wouldn't have

killed me, Dad would have when mom told him what I did. Either way, you would have one less a brother, and one less a parent because the other would be in

prison." Sean didn't even have to think about that one, there was no doubt in his mind what his parents would have done to him. "You got a point," Andy

admitted. "Anyways, I have to get to bed, before one of our parents come in here," Sean started to leave. "Yeah I'm not feeling all that great, feeling kind of

nauseated again," Andy laid back down. "I'm out of here," "Sean started to back away in a hurry. "Thanks for the support," Andy moaned taking a sip of water.

"Hey I'll go get mom and dad if you want, but I'm not staying for the toilet presentation." A blank expression fell on his sister's face, just as Andy leaned over

the side of the bed just in time to reach the bowl Linda left for her in case of an emergency. "Definitely going to get mom and dad," Sean wrinkled his nose, as

he hurried to his parent's bedroom. Danny and Linda came in seconds later, Linda taking the bowl from her as Danny helped his daughter to the bathroom.

They were about halfway down the hall, when Andy again lost all control. Unfortunately for Danny, Andy was facing him at that very moment, and what bodily

fluid Andy had left inside of her, was all over him. A look Linda had never seen before crossed her husband's face, and for a second Linda worried he too was

going to lose control. "Come on Andy," Linda led her the remaining way to the bathroom, while Danny just about all but ran to his bathroom to get back in the

shower. "Dads going be to be really mad at me," Andy sat in front of the toilet, tears streaming down her face as she looked over at Linda. "No he's not," Linda

wiped the tears away with a tissue. "But he is," the tears kept coming. "He's doesn't like it when I throw up, and this time I got it all over him." "Let me tell you

a story," Linda took a seat on the floor next to her. "When your brothers were little, Jack had diarrhea and it leaked out of his diaper and all over your father's

white shirt. His shirt was no longer white by the time he got it off," Linda laughed remembering the story Danny told her when she came home that day. "You

mean Dad was left to take care of him on his own," Andy questioned? "I thought he could handle it," Linda admitted. "But I was obviously wrong." "What did

Sean do?" Andy was slowly beginning to get a little more comfortable. "Sean was a little older when he got your Daddy," Linda remembered. "Sean was about

one at the time, and just as your father was picking him up out of the bathtub, your brother urinated all over his pants." "Poor Dad," Andy smiled. "So I guess

is safe to say, that now that you have initiated him, you are officially one of his children," Linda laughed out loud. "I still feel bad though," Andy admitted. "Don't

worry, sweetheart," Linda ran a hand down her back. "I know your Daddy fairly well, and what he will do, is come in here, pick you up and carry you to your

bed." "You really think so," Andy wasn't sure? "I'm positive," Linda kissed her head, before getting a clean set of sheets for her daughter's bed. "You okay

baby?" Danny came into the bathroom a few minutes later squatting down in front of her. "Aren't you scared I might throw up on you again?" Andy looked up at

him. "Not a bit," Danny picked her up and carried her back to her bedroom. Andy relaxed in his arms, as she laid her head on his shoulder, asleep in seconds.

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"Thanks for coming by Frank, Henry," Linda met them downstairs the following morning. "Anytime," Henry smiled. "I even brought all the ingredients to make my

specialty soup. If that doesn't make her feel better nothing will," Henry headed for the kitchen. "I was supposed to be off today, but one of the other nurses

called in sick and they need help at the hospital," Linda explained. "Its fine," Frank smiled. "Try not to spoil her too much," Linda pulled her jacket on. "I can do

what I want, I'm Grandpa," Frank reminded her. "I'll call Danny on my way to work and tell him to come home as soon as he can," Linda felt bad that she had to

pull him away from work. "Don't worry about it," Frank shook his head. "I'm sure Danny has plenty to do at work." "And you don't? You are the police

Commissioner," Linda reminded him. "I forgot," Frank walked her out before going to check on his granddaughter. "How's my girl?" Frank walked into his

granddaughter's bedroom. "Could be better," Andy coughed. "Could be worse though too," Frank took a seat on her bed. "You could be in the hospital."

"Eww," Andy shuttered just thinking about it. "I hate hospitals." "Oh hey, I brought you something," Frank took out another Teddy Roosevelt book out from

behind his back before handing it to her. "How did you know I needed another one?" Andy smiled before handing him the one she had on her nightstand. "I

may have received a phone call from your Dad about it," Frank admitted. "Yeah I kind of get the feeling he doesn't care what I read, as long as I'm reading and

staying out of trouble," Andy thought of the numerous times she had been asked to do something constructive. "I have a feeling he would have something to

say if you were reading trash," Frank chuckled lightly. "Probably," Andy coughed, laying back down. "You starting to feel worse?" Frank patted her. "I start to

feel better for a few minutes, but then when I start doing too much, it gets worse," Andy coughed again, before sitting up. "You need to lay down," Frank tried

settling her back down. "No," Andy shook her head, her eyes wide. "I think I'm going to be sick." Andy grabbed the bowl. "I'm sorry, I thought I was through

with that, I haven't thrown up since last night, when I threw up all over Dad." "That happens sometime," Frank could tell she wasn't feeling well, just by looking

in her eyes. Andy started to get out of bed, but Frank stopped her. "Where do you think you're going?" Frank laid her back down. "But I have to empty the

bowl," Andy started to get up again. "Andy, I'll do it, I am here to take care of you," Frank smiled at her. "Yeah, but you shouldn't have to deal with my

disgusting vomit," Andy wiped her face with a damp towel. "I've dealt with a lot worse from my own kids, one of them including your father," Frank said

pointedly. "But he's your kid," Andy felt bad for making Frank deal with the nasty stuff. "And your my grandkid," Frank shrugged, "not that much of a difference."

Andy started to say something but Frank interrupted her with a question. "Don't you know why God made Grandparents?" "To fill in for their children when their

grandchildren need something," Andy shrugged. "What kind of things?" Frank questioned, wanting to make sure she understood what he was saying.

"Babysitters, money, movies, discipline, stories," Andy named a few things that she had experienced with him. "That's something," Frank couldn't help but

chuckle. "Anything else you can think of?" "I don't know I'm kind of new at this, I've never had any grandparents before," Andy shrugged her shoulders.

"Grandparents were also made to hold their grandchildren when they aren't feeling well, and to hug them when they need to be comforted." Frank leaned back

on her headboard so he could wrap his arm around her. "I'm glad my Dad had you as a Dad, so I get to have you as a Grandpa," Andy laid her head on him.

"I'm glad I have both of you too," Frank kissed the top of her head.

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An hour later and Andy started having another coughing fit. Frank had already given her, her medicine, and at the moment he was hoping she wouldn't cough

so much that it would make her vomit all over again. "Here Andy, drink this," Henry handed her a mug of hot tea. Andy sniffed it, and made one of the worst

faces Henry had ever seen. "What's in this? It smells terrible," Andy was wondering if she felt worse before or after she smelt the tea. "It's an old special

Reagan recipe," Henry enlightened her. "Drink this and your cough will be gone." "Where's Grandpa?" Andy moaned, looking worried. "He's on the phone with

someone from 1PP, why?" "Because I want to ask him if I have to drink this." "I can answer that," Henry nodded. "I was afraid of that," Andy closed her eyes

as she took a sip of the tea. "Did any Reagan's actually survive, after drinking this," Andy choked? "Every one of them," Henry shook his head at his great

granddaughter's dramatic behavior. "Now hurry up and finish your tea, I made your favorite soup," Henry held the bowl in his hand. "Really," Andy smiled.

"Thanks," she looked at him intently. "Anything for my great granddaughter," Henry took the cup of tea from her and handed her the bowl of soup. "Thanks for

saying that Gramps," Andy smiled, "You didn't like me very much at the beginning," she remembered. "At least not until you knew I had an attitude and could

stand up for myself." "You were showing your Reagan blood way back then too," Henry remembered that day, "even if we didn't know you were a Reagan by

blood yet." "So why were you nervous about me becoming part of the family," Andy asked wondering? "I was worried about my grandson, afraid that he was

taking on something that would give him trouble," Henry admitted. "What kind of trouble, could I possibly cause that Danny Reagan couldn't handle?" Andy

laughed. "I wasn't thinking about it like that, I'm sorry," Henry looked serious. "It was actually kind of fun," Andy smiled, "you trying to interrogate me the way

you did." "That time is long gone," Henry sighed. "I love having you here, you lightened up the family in a way only you could do." "Why because I'm always in

trouble? And you never know what I'm going to say or do?" Andy questioned? "That's part of it," Henry nodded. "How did you feel when you found out I was

Danny's real kid?" Andy changed tactics by looking at him seriously. "It made me wonder how we ever got along without you. The two of you are so much alike,

and I love watching you interact with every member of the family," Henry was surprised at how open he was being. "Thanks Gramps, it really means a lot,"

Andy hugged him. "Alright break it up," Frank walked into the room, "let the kid eat."

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"I'm sorry it took so long for me to get home," Danny looked at Frank the second he got home. "You can't put a time table on the job Danny, me of all people

know that," Frank was speaking not only of his time as a detective, but as the commissioner as well. "I know, but all the other cops in your precinct deal with

sick kids, but they don't ask the commissioner to come take care of the kid." Danny shook his head, still unhappy that Linda had to go to work and call his

father in. "Danny, I'm your father, and that's my granddaughter up there," Frank pointed up the stairs. "This has nothing to do with me being the commissioner,

this is me doing my job as a grandparent." "Maybe so Dad, but still," Danny was obviously upset with himself. "Are you feeling alright," Frank looked at his son

questioningly? "Because you usually don't act like this." "I'm fine Dad," Danny shook the question off, despite the fact his head was pounding at the moment.

"Are you sure?" Frank placed a hand on his son's forehead. "Dad please," Danny backed away, "I'm not a kid." "Maybe not Daniel, but that doesn't mean I still

can't tell when you aren't feeling well." "I'm fine Dad," Danny reassured him. "I've just had a lot to deal with, and I haven't been getting much sleep at night,

since Andy always seems to be doing worse when the clock strikes midnight." Frank looked at him, his eyes squinted, as if trying to size him up and tell if he

was really telling the truth or not. "Come on Dad, you've got that same look in your eye that you had when I was a kid." "Alright, alright," Frank surrendered,

"but try and get to bed early tonight if at all possible." "I'll try Dad, and thanks for taking care of Andy, you too Pop," Danny walked them out before running

upstairs to check on Andy.

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"Hey Andy, what you doing," Danny coughed. "Reading," Andy didn't appear as if she was enjoying it all that much. "Reading?" Danny couldn't help but both

look and sound surprised at what she was doing. "I know," Andy looked at him pathetic from where she was sitting up and leaning against the headboard "I

think I'm going to die. Somethings wrong with me, I'm reading, I don't feel like arguing, and my smart comments have suddenly just disappeared." "You're not

going to die," Danny laughed out loud. "You're still sick. But I have complete confidence that you will be up and back to your old self of getting into trouble, in

just a matter of time." "You think so?" Andy looked at him hopeful. "I know so," Danny smiled. "I'm sure you will be back to being grounded, and I'll be pulling

my spoon out in just a matter of time." "No need to sound excited about it," Andy mumbled before placing her book on the nightstand. "Now I definitely know

you're sick, if you think I enjoy punishing you," Danny felt her forehead, wondering if the fever was making her delirious. "In fact I think it's harder on you than

it is me," he added. "Care to make a wager on that," Andy laid back down.

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Andy was finally on the path to recovery and by the next day, she was already, bugging Linda about letting her get out of bed and going outside to play. "Hey

Mom, how long do I have to stay in bed?" Andy was appearing as if she was on the verge of jumping up and down on the bed. "Probably not for the next two

days Andy, we don't want you to get a relapse." "Days," Andy looked sick, just at the prospect of having to stay in bed for that long a time. "Resting is what is

going to get you better," Linda had a point. "Can we negotiate on this," Andy wasn't thrilled regarding the upcoming days. "No we cannot, I'm the parent and

you will do as I say." Andy wanted to say she may do it, but she wasn't going to like it, but thought better of it, considering she could always ground her and

that would make things much worse. Then again, at least that would mean things were getting back to normal with her getting into trouble again.

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Finally a new chapter update... I really enjoyed writing the part with Andy and Sean, I thought that was funny. I know there was a lot more i could do with Andy being sick, but even that will start getting a little boring after awhile. Andy after all has to spend the majority of her time getting into trouble... I'm really looking forward to the next chapter... Thanks for all the follows, favorites and reviews... JusticeStandsTRUE