Hi, so again back with this story and I hope you enjoy it, this was one of my favourite episodes and again there was a sense it was rushed. There were so many missing scenes that I simply decided to...add...them.

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Something Bad Happened

An in depth look at Season 13-Episode 1

Chapter 1-Double, Double Boy In Trouble

In which Jamie gets shot.

He's never thought abut dying on the job.

Ironic really when one considers his family in these circumstances. Half of them in uniform and one brother already in the ground, a sister in law blown up because of what his other brother does and he doesn't consider getting shot. Not even when he married someone in uniform does he consider dying a possibility.

Not even when he lost his partner and he knew that he was inches away from death himself.

It's ironic Jamie thinks, Joe would call it iconic, Danny moronic.

But he doesn't think about death, why would he? Death has touched so many of his family that Jamie doesn't like to think about it touching him. Even now when he looks across the bullpen and he sees the ghost of his brother staring back at him looking at him with wide eyes and a smile, a shadow of what should be there and what will never be here again sent to taunt this family when they were just getting back on their feet.

He knows his Pops wants them to be civil and he will be because Jamie is a professional but sometimes at night when he thinks about it head and shoulders off the bottle he thinks that life would be wonderful if Paula Hill got ploughed down by a bus tomorrow.

Because it's not him, it's what she's taken off Joe that really boils his blood.

Christ…if Joe was alive now.

It makes him both smile and also wince at the same time.

But the problem is…it starts out like such a normal day…and like so many perfectly wonderful, normal days in Jamie Reagan's life it falls to absolute shit in seconds.

It goes a bit like this.

He doesn't actually remember the facts of the case, he really doesn't and perhaps that is the most worrying thing of all. He knows that Danny is on one side wedding ring missing and skin healed over and Joe…not his Joe the other one on his other side looking impossibly young his jaw tight in a way that gives flashbacks.

He loves his nephew he does…it's just…sometimes seeing him is pain upon pain and he doesn't know how to deal with that, he doesn't know if he is ever going to want to if he is being honest.

Sometimes he sees him and sees Joe. It frightens him to the core and then it kills him. Because he misses his older brother like he misses his other half. Joe was always the one who was there when he needed him, the one who knew instinctually if Jamie was struggling. And though Danny and he have gotten that back in time the loss of an older brother is so strong sometimes that he doesn't know even now how to handle it.

But now he is running around chasing after Andre Castio with his brother and his nephew and a haunting ghost that he doesn't dare think about and he doesn't know what the hell he is going to do next, he knows that his brain works on auto pilot and he knows that his gun is out but then he doesn't know what happens next.

He feels like he can see it in slow motion, like's a debrief that he has with his father when he's Commissioner and not Jamie's father. He doesn't remember how it happens but he knows that Andre starts shooting blindly. He shoots at Jamie and Jamie knows with nearly thirteen years of experience on the job that he shoots at the uniform and nothing else.

He ducks and then stands up to return fire and that's when it happens.

This is not the first time he's been shot and he knows it, he knows that this is the…what? Hundredth time? And each time he's come close to death on both of them, he finds that he is struggling to separate them. Images of Vinny come to mind, of his hands on his throat and desperately begging his first partner, his best friend and the man that put his life in Jamie's hand to stay with him, he remembers the first night he met his wife and the cop that died between them and Eddie looking at him with those wide eyes as if she couldn't believe that this was happening.

He closed his eyes and he swallowed and again it was happening like it was slow motion. He didn't know how to handle it he really didn't.

The bullet pierced his side and he gasped feeling the pain as it hit him. He didn't know what to make of it, it went below the vest he knew and it seemed to be a pinch followed by a very loud bang and he fell backwards hitting the floor his head smacking off concreate and he knew that he was struggling to comprehend what had happened to him.

He was Jamie Reagan.

He had been shot.

And it was both ironic and iconic and moronic as he and both of his brothers would say.

The last thing that he heard was his brother…Danny…Danny it was Jamie realised turning his head like a fish with his body caught his head in a net. He turned and saw his brother's eyes, saw the flash of panic in them and knew with a sense of peace that this was Danny's worst nightmare playing out in front of him.

Anyone else would want to try and comfort their brother…but Jamie and Danny did not have that kind of relationship and even If they did and he was wrong (which did sometimes happen he would admit) it was forged out of blood and fire and the badge and all that came with it.

Danny looked at him with eyes that were bleeding panic, hands that were pressing down on his stomach hard and a mouth that was moving a mile a minute screaming information that Jamie didn't know (nor care) if people were listening too. He realised dimly looking at his brother that he had done this before, he had done this in his waking nightmares when he had been desperate to get to Joe…to get to Vinny…to get to whoever it was in his nightmare…and now nobody could get to him.

Danny was there however, Danny was there clutching him and begging him.

Danny was screaming for Joe.

He reached for him…for the phantom of his older brother. He was dying didn't they understand that? Didn't they understand that their little brother was dying?

And then he looked at Danny and he looked at Joe…only it wasn't Joe…not the Joe he remembered…it was the Joe that he had forgot…not the brother that he so desperately wanted to remember…but the nephew that he still had issues with. It was not the last thing that he wanted to see…call Jamie a sentimental old fool but the last thing that he had wanted to see was his wife…

Eh…you get the image.

He'd chosen Eddie…come hell or high water he'd chosen Eddie.

He let his eyelids close and then something hit him in the face.

Danny was there his expression so angry that it scared him to look away. Because underneath that anger there was an element of fear and that scared him beyond belief. Danny had never looked like that, had never looked like he was scared when it came to Jamie. Jamie could remember when his Dad and Danny found him after Vinny and Danny had never looked scared, he had looked angry but scared…and even when Joe had died Danny had gone through the motions of grieving but he had never been scared. To see Danny scared was to see their Dad scared. It didn't happen.

Jamie was thirty six years old…he was not sure he had ever seen his Dad scared.

He stared up at Danny uncomprehending and then something or someone else was at his side and he felt his head turn and wow—that was a bad idea and—

Joe.

It was Joe there, Joe looking at him his big brother there at his side who had always supported him and laughed with him and more than once helped him home, who would come out to Harvard and tell him that he was doing well whenever a test had gotten to him too much…Joe who had smiled at him with an odd expression the last time that he had seen him and told him no matter what happened he would always love him. Jamie had not got it then…he did get it now. And now with his blood staining his uniform even darker he found that he was so glad that at the end it was Joe and Joe was here.

"You're here"

Joe looked at Danny with an odd expression but Jamie smiled. There was something wet at his mouth and he coughed trying to get rid of it and then a fingertip reached out to wipe away the blood.

"Joe"

"Yeah Jamie…"

"Don't…don't go again please?"

It's his last breath, his death rattle of that he is sure, he doesn't want his brother to leave him and Danny reaches out and drags his face back so that he is looking at Danny and the two of them stare at each other for a long second before Danny swears rough and ready and heartbroken.

"What?" comes a voice behind him and that doesn't…that doesn't sound like Joe at all…

"He thinks you, your Dad" his brother says heart breaking all over his face. Jamie thinks that Danny has never even looked like that at Linda's funeral. To see that expression on his face there has to be something wrong.

He looks back at Joe…only it isn't the Joe he knows. It's Joe Hill who is watching him with wide eyes and an expression Jamie doesn't even know how to begin to name. Joe Hill who is watching him his hands stained with Jamie's blood. His nephew. Not his brother.

Never his brother.

He turns to look back at Danny whose expression has crumpled in on itself. There is the sound of sirens in the distance and Joe mutters something and then he is gone and Jamie knows in every sense of the word that time is running out…that he only has so much time left.

"Dan—"

"Yeah Jamie—"

"Dying?"

Danny's expression snaps to his and he is suddenly furious.

"No" he says and his tone is hard, firm, the kind of tone that Danny uses when he is back in the box with a perp. Jamie tries to listen but his head is swimming and there is a beckoning call of darkness that he is finding too alluring to say no too.

"Love…Eddie…gotta tell her Dan…"

"I am not telling Eddie shit" Danny says furiously and he digs his fingers down onto Jamie's stomach and Jamie yelps in pain eyes opening pulled back from the brink by his brother stubbornly clinging him to life.

"I am not gonna tell her shit Jamison, you are going to tell her not me, you are not gonna leave her with a flag on the mantle you understand me! You are not gonna leave Dad with another son dead! Come on Jamie…" and then a little broken and more than a little desperate…

"You're not gonna leave me are you?"

It comes out a question not a statement…as if Danny is genuinely afraid of what Jamie's answer is going to be. That…that gives him pause for a second…again he has never heard Danny sound like that.

"Love you" he says to his big brother who if possible looks even more anguished, looks even more like he is broken into pieces by this news. Jamie doesn't get it. He really, really doesn't get it but there is too much pain and too much blood and he knows though he knows he has to say one more thing to this the most difficult of his siblings who he knows will feel his death in a way that the rest of them will not.

"Not…your…fault…" he breathes out in some kind of death rattle and he sees Danny's eyes widen before his head hits the concreate of the marina and it all goes black.

The last thing he hears is his brother screaming his name terror coating each letter and vowel and the last thing he sees is Eddie's face dancing in his vision her smile bright as if she's letting him go with something good once more.

And there you go, I hope you enjoy and I will see you soon.

Next Chapter-Danny battles with his demons...cannot get in touch with his father and knows that he has to make a call he has been dreading. It doesn't help that his brother's double is looking at him like that.