And now we have what happens to Anna. Thanks to smilychick89, Pharmergirl, ki4pak, Alex, and Sanchezashley, for your wonderful reviews and to everyone else for reading this and adding it to your favorite and alert lists. Also big thanks to Alex for being the 100th reviewer.

"Anna," Linda said gently, as she opened the door to Joe's old room. Though Linda didn't agree with the way Anna had handled Danny's promise to Mike Kennan, she knew what it felt like to be a teenager growing up with a busy father and trying to figure out how much attention she needed and wanted. The difference here was that while Linda was the youngest of her siblings, Anna was the oldest and under more pressure to be a good example for her siblings. Linda had always tried to make sure that all three of her children were treated the same, but the more she reflected on it, the more obvious it was that Danny shared things with his boys that he didn't with his daughter and she wasn't sure it was just because Anna was a girl.

"I'm fine, Mom, I'll be down in a minute," Anna said softly. She didn't look back at her mom for fear of broadcasting how she felt or seeing how angry Linda was. She braced herself for Linda's demand of she get up now but was surprised when that wasn't Linda's response.

"I told your father to go on to the game. We'll get a ride home later," Linda answered unemotionally. Her daughter was already a bundle of emotions, Linda didn't want to make anything worse.

"Don't you mean adoptive or step-father?" Anna asked, still not looking at her mom.

"Stop right there, and look at me. You are not three years old anymore, stop acting like a child." Anna rolled over and stared at her mother. Anna was trying so hard to keep her temper under control. It wasn't really her mom that she was angry with. "Your father and I got married in October of 1995 and I don't believe in cheating on your spouse. Danny Reagan is your father in every way that counts despite what you think. That makes you as real of a Reagan as anyone else under this roof."

"Yeah, okay," Anna said disbelievingly.

"Yes," Linda answered as she moved across the room and sat down on the bed. She placed a hand on her daughter's knee. "Your father loves you very much and you and I both know how far he'd go to protect you."

"This isn't about love," Anna answered.

"That's exactly what it's about. Us loving you so much that putting you behind the wheel of a car is harder than anything else we've ever faced. Your dad always told me that he could face down any monster on the street, but raising a teenage daughter is harder than anything else."

"It's not hard, Mom. Not when you're normal about it. I'm growing up, that's something you'll just have to adjust to. Fact of life. Maybe there is a better way to tell you and dad this instead of yelling at you in front of the entire family, but I'm tired of being held back. Something's gotta give. I love you, Mom, and I love Dad too, but enough is enough. It's time to let me grow up." Anna said, shifting over so she was sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked down at her shoes waiting for her mom's anger to hit.

"Not teaching you to drive was my decision, not your father's," Linda said, "And enough with the attitude."

"You mean like you decided to move to Staten Island? Or like when you decided—"

Linda cut her off, "I asked your dad to not teach you to drive not because I didn't think you were ready, you've been ready to be behind a wheel since you were six and beat your dad's old score at the go-kart track, but rather because I know what it's like to have that license in your hands and expect to be able to drive where ever and whenever you want. One day that leads to your baby not being a baby anymore and her moving halfway across the country."

"Come on, Mom, when was the last time someone in this family moved halfway across the country? Halfway across the city is more likely. Dad, Uncle Jamie, and Aunt Erin all settled within like 20 miles of where their dad lives and you live close to yours too. The farthest any Reagan has ever gone for school is Harvard and he came back safe and sound. I'm not little anymore."

"I know that, just like I know you're trying to find who you are. Your dad doesn't like being told what to do but in the case of you driving, your dad agreed with me. Losing you would devastate him. More than he cares to admit."

"Losing me? Teaching me to drive, teaches me to be more responsible. Teaches me right from wrong. Everything you've tried to teach me my entire life."

"The way he put it, "giving you the means and opportunity to go to Jamie," and that does seem to be happening more and more. Almost like I turn around and once again you're telling your uncle Jamie something you haven't told me."

"The only reason I'd go to Uncle Jamie is if you or Dad gave me the motive as well. I get the feeling that the things I tell Uncle Jamie are things you don't want to hear. I love you Mama and I want you to know what's going on in my life, but I don't want to make you mad. I feel like I can never do anything right anymore. Like you're always angry with me." Tears fell down Anna's face as the dam inside her broke.

"That's not true, Anna," Linda said.

"Oh yeah? I just yelled at my dad in front of everybody. I failed three science tests and my baseball coach is considering putting me back on jv."

"You've failed three science tests and yet you spend every afternoon with your friends? Uh no, miss. You come home every afternoon and we'll work on that science."

"See you're mad at me again," Anna said, staring at her hands as more tears fell down her face.

"I'm mad because you didn't come to me after the first one and because you think your friends and baseball are more important than your grades."

"Beth and Becky, the two girls I've been hanging out with for the last couple of weeks, are tutoring me in science and Jim has been helping me with baseball so I stay on the team." It was also cover for working. Either before or after tutoring, she would go to work. That way she could tell her parents that she was studying or training with Jim and it wouldn't technically be a lie. On top of that she did actually need the help. Making sure her mom knew that she was getting tutoring from Beth and Becky meant that there was less of a chance that Linda would take that away from her and blow her cover for keeping her job. Anna knew if her mom insisted on her coming home every day after school, when she didn't have practice or a game, Anna couldn't work, well not without explaining to her mom where she was going. That would get her in even more trouble.

"And your teacher doesn't expect these tests signed?"

"The last one was more of a quiz than a test and they only have to be signed if our overall grade is lower than a C."

"When is your next quiz or test?"

"Next week," Anna said softly.

"You bring home a C or better on it and I'll get your dad to take you out driving."

"Thanks, Mama."

"But," Linda said sternly. She cupped Anna's chin and made the girl look up at her. "You ever pull something like that again, I will make sure you don't get your driving privileges back until you turn 18, I will see every quiz, test, and assignment you have after they are graded, and you will be grounded for six months. Also before I get your dad to take you driving, you will apologize to him and tell him what we talked about."

"Yes, ma'am." Anna sat quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to get so angry."

"I know. You remind me so much of your dad."

"Yeah. Speaking of getting me driving, if I bring home a C or better, can you stipulate that Dad take me driving within three days? I know I have no right to ask that but if you don't, he'll keep pushing it back until I'm 18 anyway."

"As long as you do what I said."

"Yes, ma'am." Anna nodded.

"Good," Linda answered.

When they got home, thanks to a ride from Jamie, Anna went straight up to her room and fired up her computer looking up baseball tips and training videos to help her out. Danny entered the house in a slightly good mood. The game had made him feel better and, for a time, made him forget about everything that had transpired that week leading up to the blowout in his father's kitchen. Now that he was back home however, the sight of his wife sipping wine on the couch, staring out the front window brought everything back to him. "How long?" Danny asked.

"How long what?" Linda asked, looking up at him.

"You did ground her, right?" Danny asked.

"What she did was wrong and she's not going to get away with it, but how much do we really know about what's bothering her or what's going on in her life?" Linda asked.

"That doesn't excuse what she did."

"I know that, but I don't think grounding her is going to help. Sometimes letting them fall to rock bottom is the only way to help and she's just like you, she doesn't know how to ask for help."

"No. We can't let this go."

"Talk to her. Talk to her first and if you still feel like she needs to be punished, we'll talk," Linda said. Part of her felt guilty that they hadn't talked to Anna and pushed her to know what was going on in her life. Linda knew that didn't excuse her daughter's reaction nor did it mean that she shouldn't be punished in some way but it did explain it and like her father, apologizing didn't come easy to Anna.

Danny sighed and went up to his daughter's room. "Your mom said you wanted to talk?" Danny said, leaning against the door jamb. Anna looked up at him then closed the lid of her computer.

"I'm ... sorry," she said slowly. She looked back down at her hands not wanting to see the look on his face. It wouldn't help anyway. Not with how good his poker face was, though she was sure he was only angry at her.

"For?" Danny asked.

"I—" Anna sighed heavily. "For shouting at you, saying you're not my father, for making a scene in Grampa's house in front of the entire family. Sometimes I feel like—I know that nothing I can say or show will ever excuse my behavior. I was out of line and I know you're disappointed. Being grounded," Anna looked up to see his straight face and wobbled a little in her apology but continued, "being grounded will not hit me as hard knowing that I've disappointed you. I'm better than that and I know it."

"Cut the tears, Anna, they're not doing anything for you," Danny said flatly.

Anna reached up and wiped away the tears. She hadn't even noticed them slip out. "Dad, I—I'm sorry. I'm almost 16 and I should be better at handling myself and my emotions."

"Sounds to me like you have an explanation for what you did," Danny said. He wasn't sure he wanted to hear it but something had stopped his wife from instantly grounding Anna and he wanted to know what that was.

Anna continued to stare at her hands and not look up at him. "Sometimes I feel like I'm in the middle of a tornado. That there's chaos and destruction and devastation all around me. Like I don't know who I am or where I stand and sometimes when I do feel this way, it's like it comes from out of nowhere. There were no warnings. I also feel like when I reach out for help, maybe not in the best way, but when I do, there's no hand there to catch me. I respect you as a father but I feel like you're not there when I need you the most."

Danny's instant reaction was anger. He couldn't understand why she felt this way or why she had never come to him before. As he watched her, he thought over the last year, wondering if she had reached out. Maybe she had in little ways and he had just brushed them off as her being angry and a defiant teenager instead of the cries for help they were. Maybe there was a way to fix this but first he had to make sure that she wasn't lying or making up a way to get out of trouble. "You know I'm paid to know when people lie to me. It's not smart, Anna," Danny said.

"I'm not lying, Dad. Most of the time, I'm fine, but there are some days where it comes from out of nowhere."

Danny stared at his daughter for a few more moments in silence. Then he changed the subject. "Why isn't there a hand there? Why do you feel like I'm not there?" Danny asked, crossing the room and sitting down next to her on the bed.

"Because of what I said earlier. I feel like you're too busy for me. Maybe it's partially my fault. Maybe I'm too busy and when you do have time, I don't. Especially with baseball starting up."

"Could it be that ..." Danny trailed off not sure he wanted to suggest what he was about to suggest but maybe it would help him figure it out. "Maybe it's that you don't want to let me in? You think I expect too much from you and in trying to show me you can handle it, you keep your problems from me? That's why you go to Jamie?"

"Maybe I'm so busy trying to prove that I can handle it because I don't want you to see me as a little kid anymore or maybe my ability to ask for help died with Uncle Joe. Sometimes you have to hit rock bottom before you can get back up."

"How can I make sure you don't fall any further?" Danny asked nervously.

"I don't know."

"You are not alone. Almost everyone has a lot of stress and problems at your age. Treating you like a kid probably doesn't help."

"I know but it feels like—I failed two tests and a quiz in biology, I may be kicked off the varsity baseball team and I just yelled at you in front of everyone."

"Things pile up and we do things we don't mean. Why are you spending so much time with your friends if you're failing biology? Your mom is a nurse, you could ask her."

"With how much she does for Jack and Sean? Besides being a nurse is more about anatomy than biology and I never said that I was failing biology just that I failed two tests. Our projects and homework are worth more than tests. Becky and Beth have been tutoring me. Spending time with them is what's keeping my project and homework grades so high. And I spend time with Jim and Derrek because it helps with baseball. That's what I was doing on my computer." Anna opened the lid and showed him the video she was watching of hitting techniques.

"So you were studying."

"Yeah. I would study for science but I won't understand it unless Becky or Beth is explaining it. It just doesn't make sense without them."

"Now, about me being too busy for you. I want to fix that."

"You work hard because you love your job, and you work so much because I know we need the money and I don't want to pull you from that."

"That doesn't excuse me from being here for you."

"I know, but it makes me understand. I think if maybe you could spare one day a month, maybe then I wouldn't feel like you're so busy." Anna glanced up at him as he continued to watch her and then went back to staring at her hardwood floor.

"How about one day a week?" Danny prompted, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I couldn't ask that." Anna knew he was too busy for that and didn't want to push him or expect too much from him.

"You don't have to ask. It is my job as a father, probably more important than my job as a detective, to make sure I'm there for all my kids, equally. One day a week, you and I will do something even if that just means tossing the baseball in the yard between church and dinner. You bring that science grade back up and we'll see about making that driving."

Anna's head instantly jerked up to look at him. She wasn't sure how honest he was being or how she lucked out to get rewarded after everything she had done those last two weeks. Certainly after the silent treatment and blowing up at him in front of the entire family he would definitely be angry. "But I just—"

"I know what you did, but I also understand why you did it. That counts too. Since you did it though and it was wrong, one week, no internet. There have to be consequences for what you said and did today. It's not acceptable and you need to understand that."

"I do."

"That's why it's a week." Anna unplugged her computer and offered it to him. "I said no internet, not no computer."

"I know but if I have this in here, I'll be tempted."

"Which is why it will stay here. If you can control yourself for one week with no internet, then you can also learn to control your temper. The more control you learn, the less likely another blow up will happen and the less likely you'll have another tornado moment."

"You think if I can learn control, I could turn my tornado moments into hurricanes? Because they come with more warning?"

"Yes," Danny told his daughter.

"How long have you and Mom been married?" Anna asked, changing the subject. What her father had said made sense, being able to keep herself from going on the internet while she wasn't being watched would go a long way to helping her learn self-control which could work wonders for her temper as well.

"14, 15 years. Why?" Danny asked.

"I'm almost 16," Anna said.

"Is that what that comment was about? You know I'm not good at math. Not really. I was married to your mom before you came along. Over a year. Anna, I am your father."

"No, it goes: 'Luke, I am your father'."

"That's not the right quote. I saw that movie in theaters. Why do you have such a hard time understanding that you're my child?"

"Because that means my personality is inherited and I can't change it."

"You are a good person and you only get angry when you or someone you care about has been wronged. You're like your mom in that way."

"Then why do I get in so much trouble? She never did."

"Because you're like me too. Like you've already said, that's the best way to figure out where the line in the concrete is. For the most part you know where that line is." Danny wrapped an arm around his daughter, holding her close to his side. "The reason I won't teach you to drive is because I don't want my little girl growing up."

"And because you think I'll run to Jamie more?"

"Yeah, that too. And I remember the first time the nurse ever laid that 8 ½ pound baby girl in my arms. I was so terrified. This little baby girl was depending on me for everything and now she's not. Driving is yet another thing you don't need me for."

"I will always need you. Even if you teach me everything you know. You still go to your dad, what makes you think I'll stop?"

"Dad's worst fear."

"Did Mom tell you the deal I made with her?"

"No."

"I have a test next week, in science, and if I get a C or better she promised to get you to take me driving within three days of the test."

"And if you don't?"

"She didn't say. She did say however that if I ever pull something like this again, yelling at you in front of everyone and storming off I take it, she will make sure I don't drive until I'm 18, I'll be grounded for six months, and I'll have to show her everything from school."

"Oh, she did she?"

"Yeah, you agree with her?" Anna asked, looking at him. She really hoped he agreed and she wasn't about to be punished even more. Maybe she shouldn't have brought it up. That way she'd stay out of trouble but she knew creating tension between her parents wasn't the right thing to do. Joe wouldn't have liked that at all. Danny watched her as he thought over the deal Linda had made with their daughter. Letting her get away with what she did wasn't right and it would set a bad example for Jack and Sean but with her feeling so lost he didn't want to make it worse. Finally he made a decision.

Wonder what Danny's decision is going to be. Guess you'll just have to wait and find out. Also Anna's declaration that she thinks she's adopted is caused by the writers of Blue Bloods being continuity deficient.

In season 1 epi. 10 After Hours- Linda says that they've been married for 15 years when Danny gives her a present to show he's more into her than the nightclub owner who is a witness in his case.

Season 4 epi. 6 Growing Boys-Danny says that 14 years ago on that day he first kissed a girl and his life was never the same hinting that it was his first date with Linda.

Season 6 epi. 8 Unsung Heroes- Linda says she's been married to a cop for 17 years when she finds out Danny's a bit panicked over Thomas Wilder.

And finally in season 7 epi. 16 Hard Bargain- Jimmy (Linda's brother) says he's know Danny since high school and he introduced Danny to her. Granted this doesn't mention how long they've been together.

So how can they be married for 15 years in season one, 14 years three years later in season 4, and 17 years two years after that in season 6.

This is why Anna thinks she is adopted. She's not but if your parents keep telling you different years for how long they've been married you'd think you were adopted too especially if they've been married for less years than you've been alive. She is definitely not adopted though, I hope I made that clear.