Thanks to everyone who continues to read this. I really do appreciate your support. Thanks to decadenceofmysoul, YaleAceBella12, LucifersAlleyCat, patrickpopp, Faithfan2000, Daisyangel, and the guest Coco. I appreciate all of your reviews. About Danny finding out about her being MPD, maybe? Guess you'll just have to keep reading.

Second, ever since I started writing this someone has asked every couple of chapters for some tension or injury happening to Anna, so remember you asked for this. I hope it does your wants justice.

I hope the arrest in the chapter below makes sense and seems plausible.

Takes place between seasons six and seven.

The heat of June built quickly and she learned a lot on the job. One thing she realized pretty quick that not many people talked about, was there was a ton of paperwork. Sure, she had to write out her moves as an informant and sometimes even recall it to testify but this felt different. Like all things though, she adjusted and made the best of it. In late June, Mike had become rather confident in her driving and so he let her take over most of the driving duties. It was one of these such days as she was cruising through their district when another car radioed about a speeder seconds before he flew past them. Mike nodded and she took off after him as he radioed it in. The blue sedan was no problem to catch up to though at times she had to hit close to 90 miles an hour to do it. Finally, she got him pulled over and carefully approached the car. It was the biggest thing they were warned of, be careful when approaching a car after a chase. They were always up to something if they ran. When she got to the window, she knocked and it went down.

"Officer," he said.

She observed the man behind the wheel. If she was anyone else, she would have said that he matched a stereotypical, Hispanic male who was a gang banger, but Anna grew up in the melting pot of New York City and knew he could just be another male who had a stocky build and liked tattoos and driving fast. Her best bet was to be kind, courteous, and respectful and hopefully the guy would be the same. "Sir, you mind showing me your license and registration?" Anna asked.

"I do mind."

She swallowed but kept her cool. "Sir, there's no need to make this any more complicated than it already is."

"You have no idea who I am, do you?"

"Hence why I asked for your license." He glared at her but handed it over. "And car registration?" she asked. He was really pushing her but she did her best to keep calm.

"You see, about that, it's not my car."

"It's stolen?" she asked curiously.

"No. It's my mama's but she's been a little lax in keeping it up to date."

"You got any proof of that, Mr. …" She checked the name on the license. "Rodriguez?"

"I'm going to reach for the glove box now." He reached over as Anna's eyes scanned the interior of the car. When he handed her the paperwork, she scanned it and sure enough it had been registered the year previously but hadn't been updated, at least according to the paperwork.

"I'm going to go check this out. You stay put now," Anna told him. She smiled at him then walked back to the cruiser.

"What we got?" Mike asked as she finished running the records.

"Mario Rodriguez, couple of misdemeanor assault, a few B & E, petty charges, except this one." She spun the computer to face him. "Felony possession of a controlled substance and look, an open warrant."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Book him, Ann-o."

Anna looked at him confused then shook her head and went to arrest the guy. "Sir, I'm going to need you to step out of the car." He glared at her but got out of the car. "You're under arrest for an open Narcotics warrant."

"You know what I think of your warrant?" he asked. He threw a punch, which she ducked. Using his momentum against him, she planted her elbow in his back and pushed, causing him to fall to the ground. She spun and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back. Then she leaned in nice and close.

"Listen to me real carefully. I have one of those faces that people trust, the kind everyone likes. Which means when I take you down to the station and anyone asks why you got scrapes on your hands and face, they're going to believe that you tripped over your own untied shoes and if you try to claim police brutality, no one's going to believe you. Big, bad gangster like you, ain't nobody gonna believe you over a sweet, little girl like me. And I bet if I search that car, I'm going to find a gun and that'll make it even worse because a felon like you can't own a gun in the state of Florida. Now, what you're going to do is get back on your feet, put your hands on the car, and then after I search you, I'll put you in handcuffs and you're going to walk over to the cruiser there and sit your butt down in the back seat. Any questions?" Anna hissed in his ear.

"You're some kind of cop," he growled.

"You're the one that swung at me first." She then helped him up and he put his hands on the car. "Do you have any weapons on you; anything sharp in your pockets?" He replied the negative and her search turned up nothing. "Being a law-abiding citizen right now? You know, other than driving 90 in a 50?"

"I'm a good little boy."

"I'm sure you are when you aren't breaking the law. All gangsters are."

"All ADTs are."

She swallowed. Ace Double Treys. She thought she had left that gang behind in New York, not that she had any interactions with them, but they must have had a nation-wide presence. At least, on both ends of the country. "I'm sure. They just have a loose association with authority preventing them from enjoying themselves."

"I take it back, I like you. You get us."

"I try."

Mario looked over his shoulder and smirked. Anna handcuffed him then turned to guide him back to the cruiser. That's when she saw Mike standing outside the car, on the passenger side, with the door open between them. He had one hand on his hip, no doubt over the grip of this gun, and the other was resting lightly on the door. He was watching them suspiciously. Anna smiled tightly then put Mario in the back of the cruiser.

"Everything ok?" Mike asked as she closed the back door. The way he was looking at her over the car made her think he knew something was up but he wasn't going to ask her.

"You trust me?" Anna asked.

"Of course," he answered simply.

"Then it's fine."

Mike took a deep breath but didn't push it any further. Instead, he took a seat back in the car. Anna climbed back into the car as a tow truck pulled up. The car would be towed to the police evidence garage before being released if the registration was updated.

Somehow, before she knew it, August was creeping up on her, just like Nate did one afternoon as she was coming off shift. "Hey beautiful," he said as he pushed off the car.

"Hey there," Anna said. She smiled then saw Mike watching her. "Oh, Mike, this is my friend Nate. Nate, my partner Mike Johansen."

"Pleasure," Nate said. He stuck his hand out and Mike shook it.

"Yeah, how do you know Anna?" Mike asked, sizing Nate up.

"He's just a friend, Mike," Anna insisted.

"Alright," Mike answered. He studied Nate one more time but left without saying anything else and Nate walked Anna to her car only to stop her from getting in.

"So, what's up?" Anna asked. "I thought we were done after I joined the department and you never struck me as the type to show up out of the blue."

"We were, right up until we got word that there is a massive game next month. The number of high rollers coming to that game, if the rumors are correct, is high. The buy-in is supposed to be in the thousands. CO wants you on this."

"I'm still on probation. I'm pretty sure your CO is going to tell me that I can't tell anyone. What's Mike going to say when I disappear for three weeks?"

"Cap said he'd work with your CO to get you excused when we need you."

"So, it wouldn't be like disappearing."

"No. You'll just have to miss a few days here and there but you are right that you can't tell your partner about it. If you don't want to lie, tell him it's personal or that you don't want to talk about it. Anyone who respects you won't push it."

Anna sighed heavily.

"So, you in?" Nate asked, grinning.

"Buy me dinner and I'll think about it?"

"That's blackmail."

"Coercion." Anna smirked. "Consider it two old friends catching up."

"We're not really friends."

"Fine, I'll think about it and let you know."

"I'm teasing."

"Sorry, I'm the oldest. I don't get teased."

"I'll remember that. Meet me at the diner." Anna agreed and Nate took off. At the diner they talked about the upcoming game and how the plan would go down and about their lives since the last time they had met, including her arrest record, rather the number of people she had arrested, which impressed Nate. He told her he thought it was the most for any new recruit on the force, at least for the last few years. The last thing they discussed was how much she trusted her partner and if she'd be willing to lie to him. Reluctantly, she agreed to that too if she had to.

The next morning, Anna called Nate and let him know she was in.

The next month or so was composed of more patrol shifts with Mike and several smaller games leading up to the massive game. During that one massive game, late one Friday night, the raid landed her and everyone in the room in holding cells in Miami-Dade County jurisdiction. She sat in the cell until late Monday afternoon when she was released to the FBI who got her statement then let her go. It was later that night when Jamie called to ask her to come home for a visit. Needing to clear it with her CO, she put it off for two weeks before heading home.

The first day in New York at the end of August, Anna stayed with her grandfathers. The next day she called Jim who, contrary to her last few visits, asked her to meet in Washington Square Park. As she drove through Manhattan, she wasn't quite paying attention until she saw the lights in the rearview and heard the distinctive siren. Anna rolled her eyes, found a spot to pull over, and put on her hazard lights. She put the driver's side window down as the cop got out of his car and walked up. His partner on the other hand, stayed by the car.

"Do you know why I pulled you over today?" he asked.

"To ruin my day?" Anna asked, keeping her hands on the wheel and not looking directly at the cop.

"You don't call, you don't text, you just show up, and expect me to accept it," he said, looking in the window. "Is this how I get you to talk to me? Pulling you over?"

"Listen here, pal, I don't owe you—" Anna turned to glare at him but cut herself off when she saw who it was. Then she laughed as the tension rolled right off her back. "Oh, hey. I was going to text you, I promise, right after I spent some time with Jim. How can I make it up to you?"

"Have dinner with me; we'll call it even."

"Reagan!" Anna heard his partner hiss at him.

Anna checked her rearview to see the partner had disappeared from beside the car, then noticed her outside her passenger door. Anna put that window down too. "Only if it's in Brooklyn, tomorrow maybe. I don't really feel like driving all the way back out here when your tour is up. You're amazing but not that amazing."

"Deal, it will give me time to get comfortable too."

"Reagan!" his partner hissed again.

"Eddie Janko, meet my niece, Anna. Anna Reagan, meet my partner, Eddie," Jamie said.

Anna looked through the passenger window as his partner crouched a bit. She could tell the cop was trying to do the math in her head. "I'm Danny's oldest; I look more like my mom," Anna said.

"You two haven't actually met?" Jamie asked after Eddie had said hello.

"No. She came to my graduation party but we were never introduced. I'd love to stay and chat but I have to go meet Jim before his lunch is over. I'll see you tomorrow?" Anna asked.

"Yeah, bye, kid." Jamie and Eddie went back to their RMP and Anna went to meet Jim.

When Anna did meet with Jamie, it was at a cop bar in Brooklyn. They sat down for dinner and caught up on each other's lives. Then he asked a question she was tired of answering.

"How come you always make sure to mention you're Danny's daughter?" Jamie said.

"I'm blonde, petite, and my last name is Reagan. When people put that together with how sweet I am and how rarely I'm seen in public with the rest of the Reagans they start to wonder and then that leads to "Erin's kid is Nicky and she's not blonde, Jamie's too young to have a kid that old, and I'm pretty sure Danny's only got boys." With all that in mind they start thinking "how is she a Reagan?" When I say I'm Danny's kid, all that gets cut."

Jamie nodded seeing her logic. "You didn't mention Joe in any of that."

"You know, Dad mentioned once that when I was little and he'd take me down to the 12th or Joe would drop me at his house on the way to work, the other guys couldn't help but wonder how I was Danny's kid. Some of them even joked that Dad adopted me from Uncle Joe. I mean it would make sense. Other than my brown eyes, I don't look much like Dad. Uncle Joe was 19 and in college when I was born in '96. It could be possible that an accident happened and Dad agreed to take the baby in as he was in a more stable job and was already married." Jamie opened his mouth to interrupt but Anna held up a finger. "That's all predicated on the assumption we don't take my mom's genes into account. Not only do I have photos of my mom pregnant in '96, but I look a lot like her. So yes, I know Uncle Joe is not my father."

"But you don't mention it?"

"The same way I don't mention you're not. I just mention Danny's my dad and the rest is implied."

"I see." Jamie looked down at his beer as Anna finished her burger. "So, how's Miami?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Miami's fine. How's New York?"

"New York is fine. When's the last time you talked to your dad?"

"You were there."

"Last Sunday. Things are still awkward?"

She had called the previous Sunday like she had every Sunday and talked to the family. "It's been two years and he still hasn't gotten over the fact that I left New York."

"He's still on that?"

"Maybe or maybe he's forgotten what he's mad about."

"Is that why you haven't told him you're here?"

"Maybe or maybe I just haven't gotten around to it. Mom and the boys know I'm here."

"But you haven't seen them yet?"

"No. I will eventually, I promise. You know I love the family and I miss seeing them but there are other reasons why I came back to New York." This was starting to feel more like an interrogation than a friendly family dinner.

"Jim?"

"And you. I don't want to argue, Uncle Jamie."

"Okay. So how 'bout them Giants?" Jamie changed the subject again. Anna followed and the rest of the night was enjoyable.

Stepping outside as the sun began to set brought the night to an end. "Thanks, Uncle Jamie. It was a little bumpy but good."

"Any time," Jamie said. He pulled her into a tight hug. "I mean that, Anna. Any time you need me. No questions asked."

"Thanks." Jamie watched until Anna reached her car and dug through her bag to find her keys. Then he turned back to the bar and went to finish his beer. Anna's hand finally closed around her keys when something hot and sharp tore through her shoulder and shattered her car window. It didn't hurt at first, it just felt hot, almost like opening an oven door, then it went numb. Her keys slipped from her finders and her bag fell from her shoulder. She looked down to see what happened and saw her baby blue graphic tee turning blood red at the shoulder. That's when the pain set in. It radiated outward from the center of her back and through her left shoulder. She groaned in pain as she pressed a hand to the wound then collapsed to her knees.

"Miss, are you alright?" a man asked beside her. Anna whined in pain. "Miss?" He touched her shoulder and drew back sharply. "Someone call 911!" She whined again and he pressed his hand to each side of her shoulder. "Kid, you have to stay with me. Come on, stay awake."

Anna really tried but the pain was starting to consume her. The last thing she heard was the wail of sirens and someone calling her name. She collapsed against the man and her world went blissfully dark.

Danny and Baez had just arrested the suspect in their case and were getting dinner when the call came over the radio. When they heard the address, they shared a look and ran for their car. It wasn't that far from where they were.

Across the east river in Manhattan, Frank was just cleaning up the last of his paperwork when Gormley burst into his office. "Sir, there's been a shooting in Brooklyn," Gormley said.

"What do we know?"

"Witness reports mention anywhere from 1 to 5 shots, one injured in the 400 block of 72nd street."

Frank watched him for a moment. "That alone wouldn't bring you up here this late at night."

"It happened outside of Oster's bar."

"That's a cop bar."

"It's also 16 blocks from your house."

"Do we have a name on the injured? Was it an officer?"

"We don't know yet."

"Keep me updated?" Frank asked.

Gormley nodded.

Again, remember you asked for all that. Something all of you know that I've pointed out multiple times if you've read the author's notes on this story is that their timelines never add up, nor are they consistent. While sometimes the writers of the show do take laws and requirements of real life into account, sometimes they bend it for their own use. I found a study done and submitted to the Department of Justice that states in 1994 the NYPD changed their age requirement from 20 to 22 and that sometime after 9-11-2001 they changed it back to 21. We'll get more into this later, but I wanted to mention it because Anna mentions in this chapter that Joe Reagan was 19 and in college when she was born. Season 10/11/12 disputes this fact but I prefer to keep my timeline in this story intact no matter what later seasons say, based on what was literally set in stone in Season 1. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.