Hello, another story from me and back (after a very long break) to come back to this wonderful fandom with a new story.

I wanted to write this because I recently rewatched the entire series and It didn't sit right with me that episode in Season 5 Burning Bridges then I watched more of the series and realised how few episodes and characters are LGTBQIA+ I understand that not every show has these characters but I always thought with the introduction of Joe Hill there was a great opportunity for the Catholic Commissioner to have a LGTBQIA+ grandson and instead Joe is hardly used and in odd little plot devices. He is such a good character and he needs his own storyline pronto and so this is my little remedy.

I hope I have done this justice and that I have gotten things correct. If not then please let me know and I will take steps to rectify. Please be respectful in reviews as well if you choose to leave one. I plan for this little story to be six chapters and just to take us between the end of Season 10 and the start of Season 11.

I don't know when I will be able to update, it used to be weekly but that was before I got a job so...I will try and update when I can. I predict this little story will be seventeen (ish) chapters.

Disclaimer-Nothing here is mine just the characters of Sebastian and Lacey.

Please Read and Review and let me know what you think when you get a chance!

Spelling and Grammar are never my strongest points and so please keep that in mind as you read.

So I hope you enjoy this.

A Man Walks Into A Bar

AU in which when Joe Hill has a family himself when Sean shows up on his doorstep and drags him into this new world. Otherwise known as the Joe/OMC fanfic because it's about time we got a Reagan who is a member of the LGTBQIA+ community.

Chapter 1-A Hell Of A Week.

In which Joe Hill plans to spend a Sunday in with his husband and his daughter after a really shitty week (including a visit to the Commissioner's office he still doesn't understand) and it all goes to shit when there's a knock at the door.

He slips into his apartment sometime after ten to find the place swathed in darkness which means that everyone has gone to bed and he drops his keys onto the table locking the door and then his gun away and shucking his leather jacket. Normally he'd get a beer and sit with Seb and talk about what kind of shitty day it's been but if Seb's gone to bed that means that he needs to follow. Thankfully he's ate with the guys and he's had three drinks to boot and for reasons beyond his understanding Joe has already been in the Commissioner's office today and he personally doesn't want to be back.

Seb's half asleep when he crawls into bed. Joe's checked on Lacey who's fast asleep in bed her little head half on the pillow half off and as he slides in next to his husband curly blonde hair ruffles next to him raising an eyebrow half asleep fingertips dragging over Joe's bare torso even now leaving goosebumps in his wake.

"How was work?"

"Took down the major gun runner"

"Good"

Joe smiles. "Your sleepy"

"We have a four year old and both of us work nights sleepy doesn't even cover it."

"How was the restaurant?"

"Busy. And some asshole sent the lamb back twice cause he said it was overcooked"

Five years of marriage, eight living together and ten years together has taught Joe that there is never an acceptable answer to any questions like that other than to hum sympathetically. His husband is one of those epic chefs that knows the way to Joe's half Italian heart is through his stomach but there are certain things they don't talk about. For other couples this might be politics or religion but for him and his husband it's the correct cooking temperature for meat and weather or not microwave food is actually food.

"What's wrong?" Seb asks looking at him. Joe shrugs. "Mom"

"Acting strange again?"

"I don't know…she keeps calling"

"Damn a mother that keeps calling, what a witch"

He playfully pushes at his shoulder.

"Shut it, I just…I don't know what she's expecting she's more shook up than you were that I was nearly shot six months ago"

"Believe me I was plenty shook up."

"It's a graze—look where not getting into that now. Point is I wish she would let it drop. There's only so much of this shit that I can put up with."

"You have a mother that cares for you. Don't knock that. More than what I've got"

Joe nods turning the light off. To be fair its not his Mom that's the problem with his mood right now. It's that look that the Commissioner gives him like he was trying to see past his body into his very soul and see someone there that was long forgotten. Even now Joe can't unsee that look and it makes him very uneasy. God knows the Commissioner is famously catholic and while Joe is out and most of his friends don't care there is a good chunk of the brass that might still do. The world is taking a dangerous downwards slope again and he knows that his daughter is going to grow up in the middle of it and maybe…maybe that's why the famously catholic police commissioner whose one brush with LGBTQIA+ politics led to the most insulting back down since…well…forever (cause clearly the Church wins as far as Frank Reagan is concerned and fuck what everyone else is in their private life) is looking at him as if he's seeing a ghost and is hungry for more.

Honestly Joe's seen heroin addicts look at little white packets in the same way as Frank Reagan had looked at him this afternoon.

"What?" Seb asks reading him through the darkness as he always does. "What has happened?"

"Nothing—"

"Joseph—"

"Don't Joseph me Sebastian"

"What happened?"

"I got called to the principals office today"

"Who?"

"The commish, Frank Reagan"

"Oh the one with the epic moustache"

Joe grins. "That's the one"

"What did he want?"

"Mission report which he could have picked up the phone and got but then he started asking me if I was happy being a cop and why I did it and did I have anyone in the family who was one and everything else. It was just…strange…I didn't know what to make of it"

Sebastian pushes himself back up and flips on the light looking down at him.

"What you think this is some way of weeding out the—"

"No I don't, don't even go there. I just…I wish I could figure out that man sometimes. Honestly with everything that's gone on today It's like they are in cahoots, him and my mother"

"Perish the thought" Sebastian mutters. "But your seriously okay?"

"I am tired and a perp tried to shoot me, all in all it's a good day. How was Lace?"

"Hates math, hates boys, loves me and you. And just to let you know you have to come to the next parent teacher night. She talks so much about you and your never there and there's only so much cupcakes can do when they think you're a mirage or worse…the creepy guy picking up our daughter from school"

"Hey your cupcakes worked on me"

Sebastian rolls his eyes turning the light off and flumping down on the bed but then he turns and kisses him soft and sweet like he always does and Joe kisses his husband back and promptly forgets all about the commissioner and his odd look.

At least until Sunday.

Sunday was a quiet day in their apartment. It was usually pancake day or waffles or whatever sweet treat/experiment Seb felt like cooking. Joe usually loved those days because sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't but it was always delicious and that if you wanted his opinion was what mattered the most. Of course his perfectionist husband didn't always agree with that but that was the price you paid.

Lacey skipped into the room just as he was stirring his coffee.

"Daddy!"

"Heya Lacey"

At four Lacey was still small enough to want to be put on his hip and Joe let her burrow her face in his neck all sleepy and dark hair. They'd adopted Lacey shortly after he'd gotten his gold shield. It was one of those stories he half expected the department to have and to use one day, cop saved Mom from getting beaten up by ex, Mom dies, cop adopts baby, Dad does life with no parole. That kind of thing. But that was four years ago and the baby that had looked up at him with hazel chocolate eyes was now a sturdy four year old on his hip her dark hair a mess and as he put her down at her little seat at the table he pulled some of the hair back. Syrup, a child and long hair never went together as he had found out the hard way.

Seb put down the pancakes and stopped to kiss him on the way to the syrup. Almost instantly Joe felt his mouth open and his husband's tongue slipped open and his hands came around his waist. It was gloriously lazy and sexy and had there not been a four year old eating pancakes at the table he'd be more than inclined to take Sebastian back to bed and fuck him until neither one of them could move but just as they broke apart for air there was a smashing sound that was Lacey nearly elbowing the water jug.

Kid had all the co-ordination of a high pigeon.

Hey! Living in New York you saw some shit.

"Sowry" Lacey said turning to look at them pancake half in her mouth and big brown eyes wide.

"Remind me again why we had a kid?"

"They were supposed to be cute" Seb said as he rescued the jug and put down paper towels. "Did we have plans for today or—"

"Arry Potter"

"Again?" he asked teasingly sitting down next to his baby and cutting up her pancakes so she could fit them into a nice neat wedge in her mouth. "Aren't you tired of that movie yet?"

"No, ever"

"Baby don't talk with your mouth full okay"

With a humane effort Lacey swallowed and then.

"Never Papa, never"

"Well Papa and Daddy might be tired of it by now" Joe muttered. Harry Potter—the first one—had been Lacey's obsession since a friend of hers big brother had been watching it when she had gone round the house. Lacey had come home and insisted they watch the first DVD together and even though Joe had been sure the three headed dog would set her off she had loved it even though he was willing to bet she didn't understand half of it.

"If she asks for a three headed puppy for Christmas your explaining it to her" he said playfully swatting at his husband's perfectly formed ass.

"Why me?"

"Cause I'm flawless"

"Your something alright" Seb said dropping another kiss on the side of his face as he passed to get the milk. "Listen I was thinking of making that chicken thing you like so much today—seeing as were both off work today and tomorrow"

"That thing with the white cream sauce and the garlic butter that spurts out when you poke it with a knife"

"Yes you heathen"

"Hey!"

Seb grinned as Lacey stuck another mouthful of pancake in her mouth and then declared she was done.

Just at that point there was a knock on the door.

Seb shot him a look and Joe shrugged.

"Baby go play in your room for a bit okay?"

"Can I have the IPad?"

Another knock.

"Yeah go"

Lacey gleeful at the unlimited amount of screen time ran off and Joe stood up. He couldn't quite explain why but that feeling of foreboding was back and it was making him nervous. Suddenly all he could see behind his eyes was that look on Frank Reagans face when he had introduced himself.

He slid to the door and undid his safe as he did it.

"Really" Seb began unimpressed but Joe was already opening the door positioning himself so that he could grab his gun if he really needed it. They lived in a secure building, they were cordial with the neighbours but this was not a place where people knocked on and they weren't expecting anyone. This was unusual.

Opening the door he saw a kid there clutching his backpack like he was straight out of school. He couldn't have been more than sixteen maybe seventeen and the second he caught sight of Joe he grinned.

"Joe Hill?"

"Yeah?"

Maybe the kid was doing something for school? Maybe he was visiting? Either way he didn't seem like the usual gun wielding maniac. That being said since when did gun wielding maniac's knock?

The kid grinned even wider as if Joe's answer had been the answer to his prayers and he was aware that Seb was now in view looking between the two of them with his sharp eyes. His husband had, had it rough with his own coming out story and that tended to make him suspicious around strangers. Joe was suspicious because it was his job—his Mom when he had told her at fifteen that he liked boys had hugged him, told him that was fine and then asked him what he wanted for dinner which had given him such an emotional whiplash he'd tried sushi for the first time.

His Mom is pretty epic. Strange. But epic.

Better than that deadbeat fucker that was his Dad anyway.

It was if the kid could read minds.

"My name is Sean Reagan, I knew your Dad."

And yeah.

"Not interested kiddo"

The kid's face fell.

"What?"

"Dads not interested, never have been never will. Tell the fucker to drop dead—"

"He is dead"

That threw Joe up short.

"Oh"

"He was my Uncle"

"Oh"

Seriously what did the kid want from him?

"His name was Joe too. Joe Reagan. His father was Frank Reagan"

The kid looked at him as if he expected Joe to get it and he did, it hit him like a bus in midtown on a Friday night and he gripped the door so he wouldn't go down but holy hell now it all made sense.

"Wait?" Seb said from the door and his hand was there on Joe's back a silent support and from the confused tilt of the head Sean Reagan had not missed that whatsoever. "Isn't that…" but he stopped talking at the look on Joe's face and then he turned back to Sean.

"You better come in" was all he said and Sean Reagan his smile bright with victory slid into his apartment and completely upended what had started out as Joe Hill-Edmondson's (they only doubled barrelled on the official paperwork and nothing else—easier that way he had found) perfect fucking Sunday morning.

And there you go, hope you enjoy.

Next Chapter-Joe tries to process what this means for him and his family. Sean is almost giddy with anticipation. Sebastian less so.