Peter's pov

I was doing some research concerning my future in the NYPD, only to be reminded by my findings that the dream would not be an immediate possibility. Before entering the Academy, along with the physical and mental exams, I would have to have either 60 credit hours from an accredited college with at the very least a 2.0 GPA, or, like most of my family, 2 years of service in any of the branches of the Armed Forces. I hadn't told anyone, but my plan was to follow Pops, Grandpa, Uncle Danny and Uncle Joe rather than Uncle Jamie and Cousin Joe. I had a feeling Covey would get even madder at me, if that was even possible at this point. But, it was a truth. I felt called to serve in the Forces, and then in the Uniform. And like my family, I felt the best fit was the Marines. I could not wait until I could help keep the city safe. Like now, for example. Everyone, in one way or another, was on the manhunt for the individual who had attacked the Mayor's office, and almost killed her. For my part, the most I could do was use the internet to stalk him, hoping he'd be stupid enough to give himself away on social media. But all I could access was social media. Nothing like TARU or programmed satellites or fancy software like facial recognition or voice recognition. The man I was after was Mitch Hewitt, and the name had gotten a reaction from Paula and Joe. As it turns out, Paula had left Hewitt when Joe was one year old, due to abuse inflicted on both of them, prompting her to flee quite literally to the Hills, in Warwick. So he was in the scorned lover/ stalker/ revenge-seeking category. MAN, this guy posts a lot about mac n cheese... Mac n cheese festival in Little Italy, then in Italy proper, posts on best side dishes... It was clear he was trying to bomb-post his accounts with harmless posts so we wouldn't dig deep to find the actual dirt. We had been lucky to have a partial match from the nearby camera, then from the top names, Paula had flinched when she heard his. Unluckily for Mitch, there were four Mac N Cheese contests, right here in New York. In Little Italy, to be precise. I passed that information along, though I had a feeling those in the actual investigation knew. Uncle Danny spoke

"If we could ping his phone from here..."

I smiled as I provided him with the number for his cell

"Found this on a site where he's a self-proclaimed Mac N Cheese expert. Number and email and everything. Very professional. And stupid."

We quickly located which of the four places he was in, and the teams mobilized to make the arrest. Joe got up

"I'm coming with."

Grandpa spoke

"Not the best idea, he could try to get to your mother through you, or just attack and hurt you. Besides, aren't your wrists still not at full mobility because of the burns?"

Instead of answering, the young Detective said again

"I'm coming with."

This time when he stood up, the pin he had been carrying around fell out of his pocket, and Uncle Jamie spoke

"Joe, who gave you that? That Blue Templar pin, who wants to tap you in?"

Uncle Danny was enraged

"And who resurrected that thing?! Joe, they want you dead. The Templar murdered your Dad!"

Uncle Jamie put his hand on his brother's shoulder

"Danny..."

Confused, Uncle Danny replied

"What? Am I wrong?"

Shaking his head, the Sergeant replied

"No, but all Joe was ever told was that his Dad died, KIA. Maybe have a little tact."

The eldest Reagan Detective winced

"Oh, I thought you knew the specifics. Sorry, Joe."

He looked shocked

"I wanna know everything. Now. Please."

The Detective nodded

"Ok, but only if you and Jamie stay here and he tells you, while you let us deal with this Cheese Freak, Copy? Then we take down the Templar. Again."

To my surprise, Joe nodded in surrender

"Fine, I'll stay."

Trying to console him, Uncle Danny spoke

"I'm gonna make him pay, Kid. We all will."

Joe nodded

"Thank you."

And with that, they left, and I stayed with Joe while Jamie recounted the first take down of the Templar, knowing he would probably benefit from the emotional support. My hunch had been correct, and I was glad to be of some comfort to him.

A few hours later, Hewitt had been arrested, as well as the new wave of the Blue Templar, consisting, of course, of crooked bad apples previously overlooked in the department. Especially Nancy Loomis. Loomis was even only her mother's maiden name. It all made more sense when we discovered her father had been Detective Sonny Malevski, Uncle Joe's partner in the Warrants Squad. He was the one orchestrating my Uncle's downfall, and when faced with the Reagan Wrath, he killed himself, taking the cowards' way out. His daughter was not going to die, but she wouldn't go unpunished either.