COMMISSIONER FRANK REAGAN'S HOME
Frank Reagan paced back and forth across the wood floors of his study. He was fully dressed and ready to go to 1PP when he had been informed there was a terrorist threat at the building.
Sid had called Baker and Garrett to inform them not to show up at their usual place of work but rather in a safehouse.
Frank Reagan's home.
Frank felt the tiredness of his job hit him like a mack truck at times like this.
The worry. The fear. The struggle to complete simple day to day business when someone was trying to kill them.
It was like a movie sometimes. Being this far at the top brought highs as well as its sickening lows.
He continued pacing back and forth feeling like everyone should be there now.
He felt a new concern for Baker now. Obviously.
Knowing she was a detective who had earned her stripes helped. But just a tiny bit.
He still felt every ounce of his being want to go into full protective mode around her. He had to constantly remind himself that Det. Abigail Baker just wasn't that kind of woman.
He chuckled to himself as he remembered the beating she had taken when she got mugged awhile back. She had insisted on being at work bright and early the next day. Like nothing had even happened. She wore a brave face. Like a true soldier.
But if she hadn't been at his side these last 9 years he doubted that he would have lasted this long as Police Commissioner.
Just then there was a knock at his front door.
He jumped out of his skin and moved to answer it.
It was Jim, his head of security detail. "Here they are, Boss," he said as he waved in Sid Gormley, Garrett Moore, and the woman he loved.
He felt himself sigh with relief and held back from pulling her into his arms as they came in the door.
Baker gave him a tight smile as she entered. She looked beautiful in a white cashmere sweater over a fitted pencil black skirt. He wondered where her coat was though as the morning was still quite chilly and in the 40s.
She noticed him and spoke, "I rushed out of my apartment when I got the call from Sid. I forgot my coat."
He nodded understandably.
Frank showed them into the dining room which had been converted into a temporary office space.
Henry Reagan came bustling in with a pot of coffee and started pouring into the cups on the dining table.
"Ah yes, thank you Commissioner!" Sid exclaimed towards Henry.
Henry beamed, feeling useful and apparently delighted to have company in the middle of the day.
"If you all have any pressing police business you're stuck on, feel free to include me!" he wandered out of the room and into the kitchen.
Abigail seated herself on one side and took a sip of the steaming coffee. "Oh! I forgot to ask for creamer," she grabbed her cup and followed Henry to the kitchen.
"Excuse me, Commissioner," she addressed Henry as she entered.
"Ah! Just call me Henry," he replied though obviously pleased to still be called a Commissioner.
"I'm sorry to bother but may I have some creamer with mine?" she held up her cup.
"But of course!" he went to the fridge to grab some cold creamer. He turned abruptly as he shut the fridge doors.
"You know Abigail," he began, "you've been a tremendous shining light in Francis' dark life. You're the best thing that's happened to him in a long, long time."
Abigail looked at him in surprise. Had Frank told his father about them?
Henry noticed her look and said, "Now I was a great detective in my day too, you know. Maybe I'm a bit out of the loop these days but I know what's going on more then some," he winked at her.
Abigail blushed.
Former Police Commissioner Henry Reagan was good. Very good.
"We uh, we were trying to keep things quiet…" she stammered out.
He handed her the cold creamer. "I can understand that. But I'm happy to tell you that you have my vote. I haven't heard Francis sing in the shower in a very long while."
Abigail burst out laughing. She just couldn't picture the very reserved Commissioner Frank Regan belting out show tunes in the shower.
"Oh really? And what exactly was he singing?"
At this moment Frank Reagan entered the kitchen, "Baker, we're getting ready to start…" he paused as he saw Baker laughing her face off and his father grinning like the cat that caught the canary.
"What? What's going on?" He had the distinct feeling that his own ears were burning.
"Pop! What have you been saying?"
His father started chuckling and exited the kitchen, "I'll be around if you need me," he sang out in a singsong voice.
Frank felt a blush creep up on his cheeks as he faced Baker.
"Whatever he said, it's all lies," He growled at her feeling embarrassment.
Abigail stifled her laugh and said, "Of course Sir. Let's get to work."
A/N: Please comment and tell me how you're enjoying so far! There will be an extension of this scene in the next chapter. Get ready for some spice and some drama action LOL. And is it just me or did Baker and The Commissioner have some serious cute moments in the episode where Baker got mugged? ;)