Frank's pov

(A/N: The concept of Fakesgiving is directly from To All The Boys by Jenny Han)

It was a so far relatively uneventful morning at 1PP, and I was relishing in my straight black coffee and way-too-easy New York Times crossword when Baker entered my office without so much as a knock or even announcing her presence, both uncommon practices for her. She also looked frazzled, which was not something I was used to from my esteemed Detective and right hand. I motioned for her to sit, afraid she was going to pass out, judging from her demeanor. I directed her attention to me with my voice

"Abigail, what is the matter? Is Brian alright?"

She nodded

"Yes, my husband is fine. Thank you, Commissioner. My apologies for my state, Commissioner, but I just got a lot of bad information at once. There is credible information about a dirty bomb to go off in 10 hours, at the height of the Macy's parade; there's an active shooter at St. Victor's, your son-in-law, grandson Jack and granddaughter-in-law Mia are on their shift there, their statuses unknown. And Detective Hill- Reagan is believed to have been kidnapped by the Spanish Mafia. Happy Thanksgiving."

I ran a tired, stressed and worried hand across my face, sarcasm matching her own

"Happy Thanksgiving. Do their parents know?"

She nodded

"Yes, Sir. Shall I call up the rest of the Task Force?"

Before I said yes, something clicked

"Wait. The Spaniard Mob might have Joe? If they do, not only is he able and quick on his feet, but he's fluent in their has an advantage here. Call the Force in, and get me someone to keep me appraised on Joe and the hospital."

She nodded, then set off to complete what I had asked of her. Soon enough,the other Reagans on the Task Force were up at 1PP

"Yes, Sir?"

I gave them the three different updates, then spoke

"I want the whole NYPD on the bomb threat, roadblocks and stops and all, some at the hospital to assist you. But you will be the ones to deal with the Mob, 10-4?"

They nodded

"10-4."

Danny spoke up

"Pete, you wanna lead this, or me, Maria and Jess? Usually Joe heads these up..."

My grandson replied

"Divide and conquer. Uncle Jamie, you get the rest of the NYPD in the know about the bomb, get the roadblocks up, then come back. Uncle Danny, Aunt Jess and Aunt Maria... Uncle Danny and I will start looking for Joe. Aunt Jess, Aunt Maria, Aunt Eddie, you three get in touch with and go to the hospital first. See if Laurie knows anything from a fellow first-responder's level. Sean,be ready to analyze feed, pictures, videos or voice clips, be on standby."

I nodded at the fine, capable defenders in front of me

"You have your directives. Dismissed."

And with that, they were gone.

Joe's pov

I opened my eyes with a start, instantly realizing I was not where I was supposed to be. Last I remembered, I was undercover with an arms dealer, soon we were supposed to meet up with his boss... Suddenly, voices caught my attention. Whoever the people speaking were, they were speaking Spanish. The dialect from Spain, not North or Central American Spanish, as the accents and even vocabulary and diction varies between each region. Score, I can understand every single word they're saying. They have a new shipment of AK-47's coming in, that somehow they acquired from the US. They were set to open fire at the Parade at Macy's before headed back to Spain. We seemed to be in some backroom in a tavern somewhere. Definitely not Little Spain, everyone would have understood them. But there was no way for me to know for sure, given that I was still working to cut myself loose from these knots. Had one of my captors been a Boy Scout? Because these knots were getting on my nerves. Then I saw someone had left a lighter close enough for me to nudge over to me and grab with my mouth. Except for, when I grabbed it with my mouth, it accidentally flicked open, the open flame meeting my inner lip. OUCH! Holding back tears from the physical pain, and the momentary involuntary memories of Hewitt, I started trying to burn the ropes to free myself, knowing my family would soon find me anyway.

Jamie's pov

The clock ticking, I sent out an alert to the other precincts around the perimeter of the parade, then turned to the officers under my command, having long passed this intel to Captain Cruz

"There's a credible bomb threat. Dirty bomb, in 9 and a half hours, at the height of the parade. We need foot soldiers, RMPs and K-9 units searching the cars. We're looking for a black Escalade SUV. In New York City. During the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. All hands on deck. Spread out, be careful, watch your sixes and find this bomb."

The saluted

"Yes, Sir!"

I went on

" I'll need 5 of you to go to St. Victor's hospital with Officer Janko, Detective Reagan-Hochman and Detective Baez-Reagan. Gunman on the loose, shots fired. At the moment we know for sure there is one gunman, but it is naive to think this is a solo job. We have patients, visitors and staff to protect, and we don't know how many are injured or how badly."

The five selected to go to the hospital nodded, and saluted again

"Yes, Sir!"

Then those five followed my wife, my sister and my sister-in-law to the hospital, and I was hoping and praying we would all make it home safe.

Will's pov

My Thanksgiving shift started out normal enough. Jess was also working a shift with the NYPD, and we were going to celebrate at the Bay Ridge house later on, with everyone. It also helped to have Jack and his wife Mia working the same shift as me, some familiar faces to hang out with. Our shift was almost over when a code was called. There were gunmen loose in the hospital, and they were not showing restraint with their guns. I evacuated as many people as I could into secure rooms, seeing that my cousins were doing the same. Suddenly, a feeling of shock came over me, stopping me in my tracks. I could hear Jack's voice in what appeared to be the distance

"Will!"

He helped me to the floor, hand firmly against my neck. I guess it had caught a bullet. I spoke, gurgling at the blood seeping all over

"T-tell Jess a- and the kids I lo..."

Jack cut me off

"Save your strength, tell them yourself."

Getting us to a deserted room, he quickly gathered supplies and, like an on-site armed forces medic, stitched my neck up right then and there. Soon enough, backup got there, in the form of five officers from the 2-9, Eddie, Maria and my wife. The odds were 8 members of the NYPD to 10 gunmen, but having the bigger number did nothing in their favor, they were soon apprehended. Two patients had gotten shot, I had already gotten stitched up, and Mia and Jack were tending to those patients. Jess spoke in relief

"Eddie, let the Commissioner know the status here. Will, you rest up."

She kissed me as I fell into an easy rest.

3rd person pov

Eddie made the call

"10 gunmen were collared, Sean identified them for us as new blood in the Ace Double Treys seeing as we had arrested most of their crew. Two patients sustained GSWs to the abdomen, but are now fine. Mia and Jack are fine, and Will had gotten shot, Jack stitched him up and hooked him up with a blood transfusion. He's resting. The threat here at the hospital is neutralized. I'll send the 5 officers from the 2-9 to look for the bomb and then we'll join the hunt for Joe and the mob."

His reply was prompt

"Thank you, Officer Janko. Keep safe out there."

She smiled

"Will do, Sir."

She then hung up, and the group parted ways. The officers went over to the roadblocks while the rest of the secret Task Force went to search for Joe.

3rd person pov - road blocks

Save for a few members of the best police force in the world, the sea of blue protecting the city were a one track mind, laser focused on finding this bomb before the person responsible could even think of setting it off. They had been at it for 5 hours, the half mark of the time the bomb was supposed to go off. Raising an eyebrow at a car further down the sea of vehicles, Eddie's partner Officer Badillo went over to the side of the car, having noticed that, despite the unforgiving sun beating down on the Big Apple to the tune of triple digits on the thermometer, the driver wore a long coat in the driver's seat of a black Escalade SUV with New York City plates. While talking to the driver under the guise of asking for the driver's license and the registration papers for the vehicle, the officer easily spotted the bomb in the backseat, and with the help of the Bomb Squad and a few other officers, Officer Badillo made the arrest. Word went out to the other precincts and reached the 14th floor of 1PP, bringing much relief to the Commissioner and others involved. By now, Mayor Hill and Fire Captain Laurie Rourke Hill-Reagan were with Frank. Laurie and Joe's children being entertained by their grandfather Stan, Laurie's father and FDNY Commissioner. The Commissioner turned to his two guests

"Only one more to bring home, one last mission. Joe will be home soon."

Joe's pov

Five hours had gone by,and I just now had been able to finish untying myself. I had to keep stopping multiple times and pretending to still be out so they would be taken by surprise, and so I could overhear their plans more freely. Even the smartest criminals would feel as if they could speak freely about their entire crime syndicate if they thought their captive was not only knocked out and tied up, but was not fluent in their native tongue. I was more than happy to play sitting duck if it meant I would get as much intel as possible, and by now, I had credible knowledge of 10 different operations in New York City and the greater state of New York, which would have to be passed along to state police. I opened my eyes when I heard footsteps I recognized as belonging to Uncle Danny, Aunt Maria, Uncle Jamie, Aunt Eddie, Peter and Aunt Jess. They came in heavy on the Mafia from behind, and I surprised them from the front. Somewhere in the middle of the fight, I stepped out to pass along their plans and schematics and codes I had found to Grandpa, Mom and other relevant authorities. Then we left, reuniting with our families. A short while later, we gathered at the Bay Ridge House for Thanksgiving. Pop's favorite holiday.

After those who had been kept in the dark about the day's events digested to what a crazy day we had survived, Pop switched the subject

"It's too bad we only have Thanksgiving once a year..."

Peter's wife Lara Jean nodded

"My family celebrates it twice, something my Mom started. In March we have Fakesgiving. All the Thanksgiving foods, but because my Dad brought canned green beans to his first Fakesgiving in college, when they were just crushing on each other, and she kept teasing her about it, now we also have a can of cold green beans."

We all smiled at the sweet story, and Pop smiled

"See? We should do two Thanksgivings a year too!"

And so, with the Covey's permission, we took up celebrating Fakesgiving as well.