Thanks to everyone who continues to read. In honor of tonight's new episode here's one set at the end of season 7. Thanks to anacilla89, patrickpopp, YaleAceBella12, decadenceofmysoul, NailahInSpace, LucifersAlleyCat, Zeagles15, and the guest Lalalisbacklol. I'm glad you all liked the last one so much. Since most of the chapters that get revisited in this story are the ones where Anna and Danny spend time together, I'm sure you guys are going to like this one too. Let me know at the end.

Anna stared up at her dad for several long seconds before she buried her head in his chest and let it out. She wasn't exactly sure what set her off or what she was so upset about, but something about having her dad there in front of her did the same thing it always did, it made her feel safe. Like she wasn't held to the same adulting standard that she was always held to with everyone else. Danny, for his part, held his daughter close and let her cry until she stilled against him. She sniffled once or twice then pulled back a bit. She wiped away a few tears with a finger. "I can't believe you flew all the way down here. I told you I was fine," she sniffled.

"Your mouth says you're fine, but that heart monitor and your left arm said otherwise. So do these tears." Danny took her hand and pulled her to sit to his right on the couch. Anna cradled her left arm against her stomach as her dad made himself comfortable. She also avoided his eyes. "What would your mom say?" he asked broke Danny's heart every time his daughter cried, especially when it was his fault but he knew if she knew that, she'd clam back up and not let him in on how she was truly feeling.

They both knew exactly what Linda would say about the situation both about her arm and in terms of the flight and its cost. "Don't worry about the flight and let me see your arm," Anna admitted.

"And what are you gonna do?" Danny prompted.

She glanced at him. "Still offer to pay for part of the flight. I picked Miami; it's my fault you couldn't have just driven down." While she wasn't completely sure what his new SUV looked like—Jack had told her it was a silver Ford—she hadn't seen one out front. She also hadn't seen any car she didn't recognize on the street which meant either he took a cab or he had parked a distance away after flying down.

"I could have driven," he told her. Her look said she didn't believe him for a second. Danny smiled. "Your mom and I also know how much a rookie cop makes and how expensive your student loans are."

"Mine cost less than 20 grand total and I know how to supplement so I don't have to freak out about money. Plus, I've always been financially savvy. I'm also not the one that has to replace nearly an entire house." Anna instantly slapped a hand over her mouth. "I did not just say that," she mumbled behind her hand.

"We'll come back to that. Give me your arm," he answered. Anna lowered her right arm into his lap. "Your other arm." Anna swallowed and slowly swapped arms. The last thing she really wanted to do was have her dad feel guilty about what had happened to her. He already bore so much weight as a detective and her father and this didn't need to be another thing. A quick peek out of the corner of her eye said he wasn't going to drop it so she reluctantly let it go, showing him her left forearm. "It's really not that bad and I don't blame you."

"Not that bad? Nearly your entire forearm is covered."

"I'm fine, Dad, really." Anna looked up at her dad. He didn't look ok though. She pulled back the gauze and showed him the five cuts. "These four aren't so bad. Mostly just surface." She traced the skin beside the now scabbed over cuts. "This one though, required 10 stitches. He missed all the veins, muscles, and arteries. Docs were impressed. What is it Grampa always says, don't think about the what ifs?"

"After everything you've been through, everything I've put you through—"

She interrupted. "I want to ask you a question and I hope you're honest with me."

"Ok," Danny said slowly. He wasn't quite sure where his daughter was going with this but was willing to let her talk.

"When I got shot, did you blame Uncle Jamie?"

Jamie? Danny wasn't exactly sure what her shooting had to do with the kidnapping but seeing that she was still waiting for an answer, he figured she'd get there. So, he answered her. "Why would I?"

She replaced the bandage over her wound and swallowed as she toyed with the gauze. "He called two weeks before I came up. Ask me to come home. Day after I did, he asked me to dinner. Then when we found out why, it was because the guy wanted payback for Uncle Jamie just doing his job. So, I'll ask again, do you blame him?"

Danny shook his head. She had him there and both knew it. "That's not—" he still tried to protest.

"That is the same thing. Uncle Jamie was just doing his job when he arrested that guy and he came after me because of it. You did the same thing. You were doing your job and they came after me because of that. How can you blame yourself for that?"

"Because you're my little—" Anna glared up at him. They both knew how much she didn't like to be referred to as his little girl. "My daughter. Just like I know Jamie blamed himself after it happened."

"Dad …" Anna toyed with her fingers. Part of her wanted to convince her dad that she didn't blame him but part of her also wanted to remind him how much she loved him and how safe he made her feel. The only problem with that was that she couldn't find the courage to look at him while she told him that. "I was terrified. Not about the cartel, but when that sorry excuse for a sub was doing what he was doing. I was terrified to tell you because I was afraid you'd focus more on the case than on what I was going through. I know that I didn't make a whole lot of it but ... Never mind, this was stupid." The more she tried to explain it the more she felt like it wasn't coming out right and she was just making a mess of everything. She tried to push herself up but Danny pushed her back down.

"Anna, I'm here. It's just you and me. Talk to me."

"Most of me was just worried he'd get away with it and that pissed me off. Part of me though, was sad, I guess for lack of a better word. Sad that I hadn't realized what was going on sooner and how many more girls could have been saved. I needed my dad and you were there. You were there when I got shot, when I had my tonsils out, when we lost three family members of over 10 years ... Anything I go through, you've always been there. No matter what I say in the heat of anger, you've always been there when I really need you. I could never hate you because of that. I'm really lucky to have a dad like you. I know that some dads out there are really crappy or never around, but you … you flew all the way down here last minute because I was in trouble. I ..." Anna turned to face her dad full on. "I love you." She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight.

Danny wrapped his daughter in a hug, holding her close. "I love you, too," he told her. He wasn't sure how that had anything to do with her not blaming him, but he did appreciate her confessing her feelings.

No matter how hard Anna fought, no matter how many people she met, or what relationships she formed, she would never find a person who made her feel safer than her dad when he held her this close.

"I promise you, I'll fix this," Danny started.

"There's nothing to fix. The men who did this are dead. I saw their bodies in the morgue. It's going to be ok."

"All of them?"

"All of them. How long are you in town?"

"Three days."

Anna pulled back from her dad and looked up at him. "Thanks for coming."

"Any time." Danny pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He really loved this little girl. There wasn't a thing on the Earth he wouldn't do for her and he was glad that she still knew that. "How'd your boss take everything?" Danny sat back and watched her.

"Not good. He wasn't happy that I left the scene of a crime during a crime but accepted that getting help for my wounds was a good idea. Said he'd leave it up to IAB; to decide if I was in trouble."

"Have they made a decision yet?"

"No, but my C.O. told me to take the week."

"You need that for your arm anyway."

"I suppose. What do you say we get dinner?" Anna asked. She glanced at the clock and flinched seeing it was only four.

"Let me grab a shower, kid, then we can go."

"Okay."

He bumped her shoulder. "So, how's the love life? Met any cute boys?" he asked with a smirk.

She shoved him away, trying not to smile. "Stop."

Danny smiled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Love you, kiddo." He pressed a kiss to her temple.

Anna rolled her eyes. "Love you too, Dad. Bathroom's in the hall." She grabbed the TV remote and started flipping channels.

Danny sighed, kissed her temple again, then hauled himself up off the couch.

At dinner, as they waited for their food they talked about Jack, Sean, and the family. "I'm glad he's not as much trouble as I was," Anna told her dad about Sean.

"Yeah, but I think with all things considered, we raised some pretty decent kids," Danny answered.

"Anna, hey, how do you feel?" Anna looked up to see Mike beside her.

"Hey, Mike, I'm fine," Anna said. "You remember my dad. Dad, my partner, Mike Johansen."

"Mike," Danny answered. He gave him a short nod.

"Detective," Mike said.

"Wow, they are really similar," Sasha said. She laughed.

Anna grinned at the older woman. "I know, right?" Anna said. Then she realized her dad and Mrs. Johansen hadn't actually met. "Uh, Mrs. Sasha, this is my dad, Danny. Dad, this is Mrs. Sasha Johansen, Mike's wife."

"Pleasure," Sasha said, offering her hand to Danny. He took it and gently shook it.

"Ma'am," Danny said.

"How are you doing, Anna?" Sasha asked, looking back at the woman who had become like a daughter to her.

"I'm gonna be ok. Arm hurts a little but that's to be expected."

Sasha smiled in that way that almost all mothers did. This little girl had just given her the same answer her own middle child would have. She had seen glimpses of Lacy in Anna and could see what Mike had mentioned about the two of them being similar but there was something about seeing it with her own eyes that warmed her heart to this girl, while irritating her at the same time. "If you need anything, you let us know. I mean it, Anna," Sasha told her. She toyed with a strand of Anna's hair.

Anna locked eyes with her partner's wife. "I will, I promise," Anna agreed.

"Well, we'll let you get back to dinner. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Reagan," Sasha said.

"You too, and thanks for looking after my girl," Danny said.

"My pleasure, always," Sasha said. Mike nodded and they headed for a table.

Anna watched them before looking back at her dad. "Sometimes she makes me feel so at home, I don't even think of New York. Other times, she'll remind me so strongly of Mom that it hits me right in the heart. Usually after that, I either have to call Mom or take a trip through pictures, like this one." Anna pulled up a picture on her phone and showed her dad.

A smile instantly spread across Danny's face. "Our first Christmas in Staten Island. Jack was so excited. We finally had room for a seven-foot Christmas tree."

"We got snow that Christmas and didn't have to wait until we got to Grampa's and Grandma's to play in it." Anna looked back down at the picture. Danny was sitting in the easy chair next to the Christmas tree with a nearly two-year-old Sean in his lap. Linda was perched on the left arm of the chair, leaning into her husband. Jack and Anna were seated at Danny's feet, mugging for the camera. Perched on Anna's head was her favorite Giants-themed Santa hat. She still had that hat in a box in the back of their garage though it no longer fit. She had outgrown it when she was 11 and had sulked for a week. The following Christmas, Nicky had gifted her a new one which was currently perched on the head of her Mets' teddy bear who sat on her bedside table. He had been the last gift Joe had given her. That was for Christmas when she was 12.

They continued to reminisce through dinner. When Danny asked for the check, their server informed them it had been paid for. Anna leaned to the side and shot a glare at Mike. He only lifted his glass and smirked. Danny still left a tip before they went back to her place.

Once they were, Danny sat her down on the couch. "Speaking of the only home Sean's known and probably the only one Jack can remember ..."

"The one I mentioned you'd have to replace?" she asked.

"Yeah. It's gone."

"Everything?" Anna picked at her jeans, trying not to look at her dad and make this harder on either one of them. He probably didn't want say it anymore than she wanted to hear it.

"The garage is okay and there's some things that might be salvageable from the basement but everything else … I'm sorry, Anna."

"Mom must be taking it hard. I ... Most of my stuff still at the house wasn't that sentimental to me. I know it's stuff from my childhood but the most important stuff to me is all here. However, it's like Aunt Erin says, the people make it a home. As long as everyone is ok, that's what matters."

"When'd she tell you that?"

"When we moved from Manhattan. I was complaining about how that was my home and it wasn't fair and she told me that."

"Did it help?" Danny asked.

"No. Then again I was only seven."

"Almost eight. Does it help now?"

"Like I said there wasn't much of my stuff left at the house. However, it was still my home for 10 years. I'm a little sad but my family is ok and if I focus more on that then I'm not so sad."

"You're right. I can still wrap my arms around the four most important things in my life so I should focus on that and maybe the bad days won't be so bad." He wrapped her in a hug and she leaned against him.

"I love you, Dad."

"Love you, too."

Anna flipped through the TV channels until she landed on a baseball game. It was the Yankees not the Mets but it was good baseball. She tucked herself into bed later that night, despite protesting that Danny should take it. She spent the first hour or so tossing and turning trying not to let the loss of the house or the trauma from the kidnapping get to her. She fell into a light sleep some time after midnight and woke several times with a racing heart. The final time, she woke up screaming. Danny was right there at her bedside.

"Anna, I got you. I'm right here," he told her. He rubbed his thumb back and forth across her shoulder. She bolted upright and threw her arms around her dad. "Ok," he said slowly. "I got ya." Danny couldn't really think of anything else to say so he defaulted to his go to for her; holding her close and rubbing her back. He could tell she was trying not to cry while still trying to control her breathing. He knew in his gut she'd be crying soon. Sure enough, it wasn't long before he began to feel his shoulder become damp. He wasn't sure how long he sat there but no time was too long for him when it came to his little girl.

She finally pulled back as the sun began to peek over the horizon. She let him go and wiped away her tears. Then she pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her chin on top. "Thanks," she muttered.

Danny dropped his hands to his lap. "Tell me what happened," he said gently.

"Nightmare. No big deal."

"About the house?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Danny smiled wistfully and shook his head. There were some days when his daughter was harder to read than any perp he ever interrogated but there were times, like now, where he could read her like a kid's book. "Ok, budge over. Scoot that little booty." He bumped her hip with the back of his hand.

Anna sniffled but scooted away from him. Danny turned around and sat next to her. He rested his hand on her right shoulder, rubbing his thumb back and forth across the back of her neck. "I'll be ok," she insisted.

"You're trying to protect me. I thought that was my job?" Danny asked, leaning forward to see her face.

Anna flashed a smile. She sniffled again. "Sometimes, you're too hard on yourself. You and Mom always do your best to keep it from us and I know that's why you tend to stay late at work, but I can see it sometimes. It's why I'm the best poker player in the family." Anna stared across the room.

Danny watched her carefully. "So, what? You think that by not telling me that your nightmares are about the kidnapping, that by telling me you're fine, and letting me believe what I want, I won't blame myself? That ship has long since sailed, kid. You don't blame me for what happened. I'm trying to believe that. That doesn't stop the guilt though. I love you, Anna. I always have. Even when you were doing your best to push me away and make me think that you were mad at me. I think that's when I loved you the most. I will do my best to work through the guilt I feel over what happened to you."

"I told you and you know this wasn't your fault."

"I know you said that but—"

"No buts. If you hadn't done your job, where do you think that money would have gone to?"

"That doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does."

"Anna."

"It does matter. From what I've heard and what happened, these guys are pretty bad. They won't stop and 18 million will go a long way in both the U.S. and Mexico. You let that money go and there's no telling what they'd fund. You did the right thing."

"Not when my little girl got hurt for it."

"I'm sure that's part of being a parent, putting your kid first?"

"Yeah. Anna," Danny sighed. She looked up at him. "I'm glad you're ok."

"Thanks."

"Now, do you want to tell me what the nightmare was actually about?"

"That ever help you?"

"You're not me." Danny pulled her to his side, being careful of her arm. She scoffed and leaned against him.

After a few moments in silence, she pulled out her phone from under her pillow. She flipped through the videos in the cloud and found her favorite video. She played it trying to calm her mind enough to go back to sleep. It was of her and Jack rolling a ball back and forth. Jack must have been at least four or five, which would put Anna about eight or nine. Then the camera panned away to Danny and Sean who were playing with blocks. A few moments later, Sean got up and ran for the ball that Jack had just missed.

"Those were Sean's first steps," Danny said.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. About a month before that, he said his first word: mama. Your mom had waited for that moment for eight years."

"Eight years? Didn't Jack or I call her mama?"

"Of course you did, you both still do but Jack's first word was Dada and yours confused us for a while. At first, we thought it was please or peas or peace. Turns out, it was police."

Anna pulled away from her dad and looked up at him in disbelief. "You're making that up."

"Am not. We didn't realize it till someone mentioned police at family dinner. You were bouncing in your high chair and banging on the tray, repeating "peace" over and over. Your mom"—he shook his head—"you know that look she gets. I knew she hated it, especially since it was the only word you said for the next two weeks. Your mom tried so hard to get you to say something else but it was all you'd say."

"Until?"

"Until you said puppy. We were in the park and there was a police K9 display. You tried to go after the puppy but Jamie wouldn't let you."

Anna whimpered. "Puppy," she pouted.

"That was almost the exact same response you had." Danny smiled and pulled her back to his side.

"I love puppies. They're so soft and sweet."

"Do you have all of our home movies on there?"

"Most of them; on the cloud. After the hurricane ... and I saw how much everyone was affected, I wanted something protective and the cloud rarely fails."

"You should set this up for your mom."

"Yeah." She watched a few more videos before she fell back asleep. Danny stroked her hair until his phone rang. "Hello?" he asked softly. He didn't want to wake her now that she was finally asleep.

"Hey," Linda answered. "How is she?"

"The same way she always is after trauma. Physically getting better, but mentally every day's a struggle."

"Can I talk to her?"

"She's asleep. I'm sure she'll appreciate a call later."

"Is she in trouble for what happened?"

"Not really. They put her on leave, but that's standard procedure."

"This is why I didn't want her to be a cop, Danny."

Danny gently laid Anna back down on her pillow then left the room. He really didn't want to argue with his wife but more so he didn't want to argue with her about this in front of their daughter. "Linda," he said gently. "I don't want to argue about this."

"I'm just saying, Danny."

"Look, our kids have been pretty lucky, growing up without most of the struggles they could have faced."

"That doesn't mean it's time to face those struggles, now to make up for it."

"No, it doesn't, but it's something she loves doing. Can we really ask her to stop doing this?"

"It's not that I want her to stop being a cop; I just don't like seeing my baby suffer."

"We agreed that we raised three very capable and talented and strong kids. Three kids who are becoming three very smart adults. We also agreed that we would do our very best to support our kids in some ways that we never had."

Linda sighed heavily. She knew Danny wasn't mad at her and he had a point. They had always said they'd give their kids all the support they felt they hadn't gotten when they were growing up. Their parents hadn't always been supportive of them and they wanted to do better for their own kids. "You're right. I know my parents wouldn't support this. I'm trying, Danny."

"I'm not saying I like this anymore than you do; I'm just trying to be supportive."

"I know."

"You should ask Anna about her online home movies," Danny said, trying to change the subject.

"Online home movies?"

"Just ask her about it. It's not as bad as it sounds."

"Ok. Does she know about the ... house?" Linda asked. She didn't blame Danny in the slightest for what happened and didn't want him to think she was. She knew he blamed himself and she was pretty sure he thought they all blamed him.

"She does. Told me it was just a house. That people are what make it a home. As long as the people are ok that's what matters."

"That's what your sister told me too."

"Are the boys up yet?"

"Not yet. It's still kinda early. Your dad's been taking them to school. He said he wouldn't hear any different. I appreciate it when I have to work, but I still feel a little guilty."

"Don't. You know Dad. He loves you and those boys. He would do anything for you. I'm sure the boys love it," Danny said.

"They really do."

"I should let you go. It's still early and maybe I can get some more sleep in before Anna gets up," Danny told her.

"Ok, love you," Linda answered.

"Love you more,"

"Love you most." Danny hung up and sat down on the couch making himself more comfortable.