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Contains scenes from 1X20, 1X21, and 1X22.

Another Sunday dinner came and with it, yet another case. Anna listened quietly as her aunt and her dad argued over it. For once though they seemed to have switched positions. Normally Erin was all for the perp's side making sure his rights weren't violated while Danny pled for the victim and justice being served. Today though it was Danny saying that he wasn't sure the perp was guilty and Erin was insisting he was, thanks to eyewitness testimony from the victim's wife. After they had gotten most of their fight out, Sean looked at his sister as she sat across the table from him.

"How's Sofie?" Sean asked.

"She's better. Doc suggests a full recovery within the next two weeks and her mom is pushing for Sofie to cut back on her modeling but she's eager to get back to work. She loves modeling so I'm sure they'll find a compromise," Anna shrugged. "Anyway, Sofie would like to know when you're free, Nicky, so the three of us can have a girls' day out. Sometime over the next couple weeks as long as it's okay with your mom."

"Mom?" Nicky asked.

"Please, Aunt Erin?" Anna said, looking down the table at her aunt.

Erin looked from her daughter across the table to her niece down the table, both of whom were giving her puppy dog eyes. Then Erin turned her attention to Linda. "You okay with this?" Erin asked, trying to ignore Anna's puppy dog eyes.

"First I'm hearing of it," Linda told her, swinging her gaze around to her daughter who had the decency to look ashamed at least for a moment or two before she turned the puppy dog eyes back on.

"Please, Mom?" Anna begged.

"Come on, Auntie Linda. We're good girls, right? We've never really toed the line," Nicky added.

"Ask us again when you have a firm plan. Then we might agree."

"But—" Anna started. Linda held up a finger and Anna stopped.

"Ask again when you have a firm plan," Linda said again. Anna nodded and looked back down at her plate. As Danny and Erin cleaned up after dinner, Anna and Jamie sat down on the front steps.

"Sorry, I haven't really been around lately," Jamie said.

"It's okay. You've been busy working. I understand." Anna paused and looked across the street at the old houses. "Uncle Jamie, have you been looking into what we've been talking about?"

"Yeah, when I can," Jamie said softly. Neither one of them wanted this to be overheard.

"Do we know enough to tell Grampa? I'm getting worried about this. I mean if it's still going on two years after Uncle Joe was looking into it, what's it going to take to stop them?"

"I don't know, Anna. I don't have any names or proof but I do think Lydia's death is related to this," Jamie said.

"Even though they consider it a suicide?" Anna asked confused.

"Gunshot wound," Jamie said. "When I talked with her a while back, she didn't seem suicidal. Plus she's a single mother."

"If we did go to Grampa, do you think he'd listen?" Anna asked.

"I think so. I mean he'd trust me as a cop and as his son, but he'd want proof."

"What would it take? Being tapped?"

"It might but I'm not sure how likely that will be. After they took out Joe, I don't know that they'd trust another Reagan."

Anna nodded, not answering for a few moments. "Uncle Jamie, have you used a police computer to look into this?"

"Yes, but I got nowhere with the search results. They all come back restricted. When I know more, you'll know." Anna nodded and leaned against her uncle's shoulder.

Over the following week Anna followed Danny's case both on the news and through what he told her mom. The Cleary case centered around a family that was friendly with the Reagans as her dad and his siblings were growing up and the parents of the family had just been murdered. She overheard her dad tell her mom, when he thought his kids were in bed, Anna knew all three of them were listening, that the father was real mean to his youngest son and called him names. One of the roughest was "Cellar Boy" because apparently the boy moved into the basement/cellar when he was 14. The man was also the lead suspect in the case and Danny was sure he did it. With the case hitting so close to home, literally the house was just a few blocks from the Reagan Homestead, it was the topic of discussion during family dinner. Anna listened as she sat between her parents but half her concentration was on her uncle's face. Something was definitely going on with him. He seemed nervous and upset and worried. Anna focused her attention back on the case and it seemed like everyone agreed that the guy was guilty. Jamie didn't throw any opinions out but Anna knew she had to. Once everyone said their piece, Anna cleared her throat. "Not to be contradictory or stick my nose where it doesn't belong but what if he didn't do it?" Anna asked, looking at her dad out of the corner of her eye.

"Of course he did," Danny answered, turning to her.

"Just ... hear me out okay?" Anna asked.

"Enlighten us," Frank said.

"Well, I know that I don't have the same connection to this family that some of you do and I don't know this guy too well but from what I've heard he was an addict and bipolar. Put those two things together and planning a murder like this ... it's not possible for someone like that. I heard the murderer was wearing gloves, but the murder weapon was a knife from their kitchen. He can think enough to wear gloves but not enough to pick a weapon that didn't obviously come from his own home? And a stabbing? There'd be a lot of blood. A lot. Why wasn't there any blood on him? On his clothes? And he ditched his shoes in the opposite direction of the place he was found?"

"Then explain no forced entry and how the blood got on his shoes if he didn't kill them," Danny demanded.

Anna looked at her uncle for help but he only shrugged. "Well, if it was me I would have checked on them to see if they were still alive. Easy enough to step in the blood. No forced entry—Well, I have two theories for that. First, two other people have keys to that house and second, this is Bay Ridge. Do you know how often I've walked up to this house and the front door is unlocked, even at night? People feel like this is a safe neighborhood. Maybe he was going to lock the door on the way up to bed but fell asleep in front of the TV before making it to bed."

"Now you're talking like a defense attorney."

Anna finally looked up at her dad. "No, I'm thinking like a good cop and not settling for the first suspect because he's convenient. What's this kid's motive? Aside from the old guy being a bully to him?" Anna asked.

Anna and her dad sat in a stare off for a few moments. "Guys like this don't need a reason," Danny finally said.

"Everyone has a reason even if it doesn't make sense to you. Have you thought about the other two? Do they have solid alibies?" Anna asked.

"Anna, isn't your final game tomorrow?" Henry asked, changing the subject.

Anna stared at her father for a few more moments then looked past him to her grandfather. "Yes, unfortunately, even though we crushed 90 percent of the league and I hit an all-time high for strikes thrown in a season, we didn't win enough conference games to make it to playoffs. So it's just one more game. Then it's end of the year exams and a summer safety assembly and then school's out forever."

"Uh, no. Old school though, I'm impressed," Danny said.

"Old school?" Anna asked.

"It's an old rock song," Danny said.

"If you say so. I got it from a commercial."

"Summer is still two weeks from now," Linda said.

"And it'll be here before you know it. Soon you'll have your hands full with three kids home all day and nothing to do."

"Lord, help me," Linda said.

After dinner, Anna was eager to talk to her uncle about what had been bothering him but Frank stepped outside with him and Anna knew it would have to wait. So wait she did. It was around 11:30 that night when she woke up from a deep sleep with the strongest urge to call her uncle. Anna did her best to put it out of her mind but found that for some reason, tonight, it just wouldn't go away. So she turned on her bedside lamp, picked up her room phone and dialed. Jamie picked up on the second ring. "Hello?" he asked.

"Uncle Jamie? Are you okay?" Anna asked, trying to remain calm but she could hear the worry seeping into her own tone.

"I'm fine, Anna," Jamie said. But that was all he said.

"Are you sure? I know something major has been bothering you all night and it's got nothing to do with Dad's latest case."

"We'll talk tomorrow."

"Uncle Jamie," she answered panicked.

"I am okay, Anna." He said it slowly and confidently and Anna believed him for the most part. "There's been an accident. I'm fine but the car's totaled. Breaks went out."

"Anyone else hurt?"

"No. I love you."

Anna sensed he wanted to close the topic but she couldn't let it go that quick. "Talk to someone."

"I will, I promise."

"Love you too," Anna finally told him. They hung up and Anna sighed trying her best to fall back asleep after turning out her light.

The following day after the game, which they won and only her mom, brothers and uncle showed up to, Jamie looked from Anna to Linda. "Linda, do you mind if I take Anna out to dinner?" he asked gently. He didn't want to step in where he wasn't wanted.

"That's fine. Just have her home before 10, it's a school night," Linda answered.

Anna looked up at her uncle but he only smiled at her then nodded to Linda. Anna handed her backpack and ball bag to her brothers then walked with her uncle to his car. "You want to tell me what's going on? Or is it too far over my head?" Anna asked as she climbed into the beater car the insurance company had paid for.

"I talked to your dad about this. Told him part of what was going on. He looked worried. I know he wanted to know more but he had to finish up the Cleary case."

"Uncle Jamie, I know that I'm only 14 and Dad's going to flip when he finds out I know but if you tell me what's going on, I can probably help," Anna said, keeping her tone soft and curious and not forceful. Pushing her way into this could cause them to cut her out completely.

"You're right, he's probably not going to like it but you're already involved. You know that the FBI contacted me about finishing what Joe started. I turned them down. If he was killed because of it I couldn't put our family through that again." He went on to tell her the rest of what he knew. Some of it was what he had already told her but some of it was new. To include information he had gotten from Lydia in a letter she had left to her sister.

"She didn't believe the perps killed Uncle Joe?" Anna asked.

"Yeah. That made her a liability so she dropped off the face of the planet."

"At least, until you found her." They pulled into a semi-busy diner. Jamie nodded and they went inside. Anna thought over everything as they took their seats, ordered drinks and food, and then waited for them to arrive. It was loud enough and busy enough that they wouldn't be overheard easily. "So what happened this week? You've been really quiet and really worried.

"My service weapon went missing right after I had a run-in with Sonny Malevsky."

"I always hated that guy. Anytime I saw Uncle Joe at work, Sonny always gave me the creeps. Treated me like I was five or something. Like I should be anywhere but hanging out with my uncle."

"He commented on my car, told me how dangerous things could get on the streets and that I should watch my back."

"When did this run-in happen?"

"The day before the breaks went out," Jamie admitted softly.

"How'd IA treat you?" Anna asked. Jamie looked confused as the waitress set their food down. Anna thanked her then waited for her to walk away before continuing. "Your gun goes missing, you report it, there has to be an investigation."

"Saw Lieutenant Bello."

"Isn't he close to Grampa?"

"He is. When I told him it had been stolen, he accused me of selling it."

"A Reagan? Did he keep pushing that?"

"Yeah, made it sound like I did it on purpose. I got a bad vibe from him."

"You think he could be in on it?"

"Maybe."

"It would explain a lot, Uncle Jamie. IA has access to the entire department and can make files restricted. They'd also be able to see who is accessing those files. I know that that we don't have the solid proof that Grampa would like but with Malevsky threatening you, the breaks going out on your well maintained car, your gun going missing, and the bad vibe you got from Lieutenant Bello, I think that it's time the rest of them knew. Not just Dad but Grampa and Pops. You were almost killed last night. It's not a coincidence."

"Under the condition that you tell us what you know too. No holding back. If we're going to take them down once and for all, we need to know everything. Even if you don't know what it means."

"What do you mean?"

"If there's something Joe told you that you don't understand, you still need to tell us."

"Okay," Anna said. Jamie took them to Frank's where he, Henry and Danny joined them.

"Tell us what's going on," Frank said as Jamie and Anna sat down on the couch in the living room.

"Anna," Jamie said, turning to her. The other three remained standing.

"You didn't tell me Dad was going to be here," Anna answered softly. Facing Frank and Henry would be easy but Danny wouldn't be happy about anything she knew.

"He's a seasoned detective and Joe was his brother too. He can help, plus he already knows part of it," Jamie said gently. Anna looked up at Jamie fearfully and pleadingly. He sighed and took pity on her. "Okay, I'll go first but I have to know what you know." Anna nodded.

So Jamie started talking. He told them about being confronted by the FBI, about what they had told him about Joe, about Malevsky, about what the FBI had done for him in Chinatown, about the secret recording, and then he brought up Lydia. "After I broke off communication with the FBI, I started looking into the death of Detective Gonsalves on my own. Long story short, she had left a sort of last testament with her sister. Wrote that when she had arrived on the scene, Detective Malevsky had killed the two dealers and then told her that they had shot Joe." Jamie was looking up at Henry as he explained hoping at least he would understand. "She didn't believe him so the Blue Templar realized that clearly that made her a liability." Anna's heart sank in her chest. She had always known something was off about Joe's death; she could never pinpoint what that was though. Anna slipped off her shoes and pulled her legs up to her chest resting her heels on the edge of the cushion. It was very hard for her to process this.

Then Frank spoke up from where he stood near the window. "Why didn't you come to us when all this started?" Frank asked.

"Because Joe had kept if from you. I ... thought maybe this was something he had left behind for me to ... carry on and ..." Jamie paused staring at his hands. "I wanted to honor my brother."

"And Joe? Do you know why he didn't?"

"No." Jamie looked at Anna. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

"There's a line in the sand," she said softly. "A line that we can't cross in any form. This was that line. At least ..." Anna stopped and stared at her knees. "He told me without proof, you couldn't talk about it. Widespread corruption in a fraternal organization that was founded under your father's authority. That wouldn't quite be believable. And if we told you what was going on without proof there'd be nothing you could do about it."

"We?" Danny asked. Anna could tell he was barely controlling his anger or maybe it was fear. Anna glanced at her father as he stood in the doorway between the living and dining rooms. Perhaps it really was fear. Fear that she was involved in something that had already killed one brother and attempted to kill another even if he didn't know that yet. She rested her chin on her knees as Jamie laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Danny, she knows more than I do. She can help," Jamie said, desperation clearly seeping into his voice. He stared at his brother before turning his look up at his grandfather. "What exactly is the Blue Templar?"

Henry explained how they started after Serpico, how they were working undercover to weed out the dirty cops, to do what IA couldn't. He told them what became of the group after they retired, the same line he had always said, "Old guys and war stories," Henry shrugged. Frank admitted he had never been much of a joiner then it came to Danny. He had moved from the doorway to over by the mantle looking towards his daughter and brother. Danny watched his little girl for a moment but finally sighed relaying how he had been invited to join. He and some others, new blood in the Templar, thought they could do some good but it had turned into guys at strip clubs with free drinks. He had gotten out after that. Anna knew it was because of the family. With three little ones and a wife, the last place he wanted to be was at a strip club and have his reputation ruined or his marriage.

Anna took a deep breath and stared at the fireplace not really seeing it. Then Frank told them how he had conducted a review of all the NYPD organizations but only saw what they wanted him to see. What really concerned Anna was that IA had been involved in the review. Finally she spoke as the eldest three Reagans moved to sit down. "From what Uncle Joe told me and what I've been piecing together, most of the Blue Templar is old guys and war stories, new guys and strip clubs, but there's a sorta inner circle, the part you have to prove you're willing to join, that has become what the Knapp Commission and the Blue Templar were founded to prevent. He—Uncle Joe told me part of it but there were things he refused to say no matter how hard I pushed."

"Joe told you? You were 12 when he died," Danny nearly growled as he sat down beside her on the couch. Anna ignored that. Her thoughts instead were focused on what Joe had told her and what she had learned since.

"Danny," Frank warned. "Start at the beginning, Anna. What all did Joe tell you?"

"It—" Anna stopped suddenly. She lifted her chin off her knees to look at her uncle. "Your FBI contact, male or female?" Anna asked.

"Female. That phone number you asked me to look up."

"Anderson. Why would ..." Anna pulled her pony tail down and ran a hand through her loose hair. "She must have ..."

"Use your words," Jamie encouraged.

"Every time Uncle Joe talked about his contact he'd refer to him as male or his handler. Right up until a few days before he died. All he said was that he wasn't sure he could trust 'her' and that he'd tell me more when he could. Then Angie told me Anderson was FBI ... They must have changed his contact but I don't know why they would."

"Kiddo, you're not making much sense," Henry said.

"I'm still trying to figure everything out. Make sure what I tell you is right and not that I'm seeing things that aren't there," Anna said.

"Why don't you start with what Joe told you before you tell us what conclusions you came to," Frank suggested.