Joe's pov

(A/N: I don't own the Scream franchise)

A few days later, it was finally the day when I was going to take my brother to the range, just the two of us. I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised when he chose a Glock to shoot with. He was being very well raised. He smiled at me

"You go first."

I smiled

"You sure?"

He nodded

"Yes please. I wanna learn."

I nodded

"Ok then. Thanks."

The target came into view and I shot off my rounds, getting the head every time. I guess it was not only my NYPD Academy training showing up, but my love of horror movies, with the Scream franchise rule stuck in my head. Gotta shoot them in the head... Taking notice of my shots, my brother spoke

"What, are you killing Ghostfaces now?"

I laughed

"Guess so. Fellow Scream fan?"

He nodded

"Nicky introduced me. For such an old franchise, it's incredibly good and relevant."

I could sense his teasing tone and feigned offense, going along with the joke

"The franchise is OLD?! You realize I'm about as old as the first movie, right?"

Smirking, my brother replied

"Exactly."

Setting my weapon down securely, I then turned to play-wrestle Connor

"C'mere you little weasel. Calling me old and getting away with it? I don't think so!"

What followed was both of us bursting in laughter, only stopping when we absolutely could not breathe. I then watched in amazement at my brother's shooting skills

"Dude, you're amazing, especially for your age. Congrats."

He smiled

"Thank you. Pop and Grandpa are the ones who bring me here the most, but I've come with Uncle Danny and Uncle Jamie too."

I nodded in approval

"That's good. Slot me in whenever you want."

He seemed happy with the idea

He smiled, hugging me

"Deal."

Danny's pov

Now, thanks to my brother-in-arms Cliff matching the voices in the recording using his DEA equipment and Pop placing a call to Malevsky, we had a few more names of interest in our investigation. Damon Camia being one of the new names, a detective who had been working with Malevsky and my brother in the warranys Squad on that fateful night. Now came the time for me to ask something impossible of my partner Jackie Curatola. I pulled her into the box with me, away from prying ears

"Jack, I'm gonna ask you for a favor, and you're not gonna like it. I need you to tail this guy. Damon Camia, Rego Park, in Queens. He's on the job."

As I suspected, her face showed a dislike for the idea and notions that she would not do it

"I'm not a rat, Danny, I don't wanna be. You know I would walk on nails for you, but you're asking me to go against everything I am."

Tears in my eyes, I pleaded

"I know, Jack, and I'm sorry. But Malevsky and Camia, they killed Joe. They killed my brother, Jackie."

Her entire demeanor did a 180, fire in her eyes

"Let's get him."