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Contains scenes and references to 3x6.

Danny had just finished shaving the morning after the accident when a scream ripped through the small Reagan home. He dropped the towel he was using to wipe his face and rushed to his daughter's room, finding her sitting up and staring across the room. He sat down on the bed gently, as he faced her and touched her hand. He didn't want to scare her or trigger some kind of violence. She blinked at him and he realized she needed him. He pulled her to him and rubbed her back until she stopped shaking. "It's alright, kiddo, I'm here. Daddy's here," Danny told her as she held him tightly. Anna could feel her entire body shaking but it was slowly calming down. When she did calm down she pulled back slightly and he brushed some hair from her face. "You okay, kiddo?" Danny asked gently.

"Better, but not okay," Anna said.

"Danny," Linda said from the doorway. Danny looked at her and sighed. He turned back to his daughter and cupped her cheek.

"Kiddo, I don't want to but—"

"You have to go back to work?" Anna asked tearfully. "Don't."

"I have to. I'm sorry."

"No, you're not. If you were really sorry, you'd stay."

"Anna, Mama's gonna be here. You'll be fine."

Her next words broke his heart. "Go, it's not like you care anyway," Anna snapped, pulling away from him.

"Of course I care. I want to be here, but you know why I have to go back to work."

"It's always more important than me." Anna refused to look up at him.

"That's not true, it's never been true," Danny started.

"Anna, stop," Linda told her.

Danny sighed heavily. Given the choice, he'd rather be anywhere but with that stuck-up photographer but it was a paid detail and they really needed the money between replacing the van and the boys' tuitions. He kissed the top of his daughter's head and held her tight, even as she tried to squirm away. "I'm so sorry."

"Whatever," Anna answered. Danny reluctantly got up and Linda came over to take his place. Danny grabbed his suit jacket off his bed then returned to Anna's doorway.

"Sweetheart," Linda started.

"It's whatever, Mama. He has to work. He always has to work. Or he's just so mad at me," Anna answered her mother, refusing to look up at her.

"Your father isn't mad at you. He's doing everything he can to make sure you're okay. He's just caught between a rock and a hard place. He wants to be here but he knows that to keep a roof over your head and replace the van that he has to go back to work."

"So it is my fault." Anna clung to her mom and Linda's heart broke for the young girl.

"Oh, Anna," Linda said. She rested her cheek against the top of Anna's head. Then she spotted Danny looking helpless. Go! She mouthed to Danny. He really had to get to work and she had this handled. Danny sighed but went to work, even if it was the last place he really wanted to be. "None of this is your fault. You just got some bad luck. Really actually it was my bad luck. Thankfully, with your Reagan luck, we didn't lose you last night. We could have. You could have been stuck in that car and burned to death. I can't tell you what that would have done to me and your dad. You're safe and you're mostly okay. It's a stupid car and right now all we care about is our little girl is physically unharmed. A car is a car but we can never replace our little girl."

"You could."

"I could have another baby but she'd never be my Anna. Each of my kids is different and I need each of them because I couldn't replace them. Not really." Linda held her daughter close. Though it would be hard with three jobs, three kids, and two cars, they would figure something out. For now though her biggest worry was getting Anna calmed down enough to get back to sleep. From what Danny had told her, Anna had only slept for a few hours before a nightmare had chased away that sleep, and even then it wasn't a peaceful sleep. "Your dad and I don't blame you for the van. It was a very unfortunate accident. There was no way you could have prevented it."

"Mama?" a soft voice asked from near the door.

They both turned to look to see Sean standing there. "It's alright, bud, Anna just couldn't sleep. Why don't you go back to bed for a bit?" Linda suggested.

"Not sleepy," Sean answered.

"Come here," Anna told him. Sean cautiously approached the bed as Anna pulled away from her mom. She flipped back the covers as much as she could, scooted towards the wall, and patted the spot between her and her mom where Danny had spent the night. Sean crawled in next to her and Linda stood. Anna draped her blankets back over them and settled down next to her brother. Linda kissed Anna's forehead and then Sean's and waited for the girl to fall asleep. When she did, Linda motioned with a swift jerk of her head for Sean to follow her out of the room. He carefully slipped out of the bed and followed his mom into her room. Anna woke up later, thankfully without screaming, to find she was alone in her room. She went to the bathroom and checked her reflection, wiping the sleep from under her eyes. After flushing the toilet and washing her hands she found her mom and Sean asleep on the master bed. Not wanting to go back to her room alone, she climbed up on the bed next to her brother and slowly drifted off.

When Danny called the house that afternoon, he was surprised to hear Sean answer. "Hey, bud," Danny said.

"Hey, Dad," Sean whispered.

"Where's your mom?" Danny asked.

"Asleep, Anna and Jack too," Sean said in the same soft tone.

"Why are you whispering?" Danny whispered conspiratorially.

"They're right here. Not long after you left Mom got Anna back to sleep and we went to your room so we didn't wake Anna. I guess at some point Anna and Jack joined us."

"Oh, I see." Danny nodded. It made sense especially since Anna hadn't slept well the night before.

"Dad, why was Anna screaming this morning?" Sean asked.

"There was an accident last night and it gave her a bad dream."

"Oh." He paused for a moment. "Mom's up, do you want to talk to her?"

"Sure," Danny answered though part of him had forgotten why he had called in the first place. Sean handed the phone over to his mom and told her who it was.

"Go get dressed," Linda said, taking the phone. "Jack, you too." Even though the older boy's eyes were closed, she could tell that he was awake too. "Hey," Linda said as Jack and Sean slowly climbed out of bed.

That's when Danny remembered why he had called. "Hey, how is she?" he asked. Maybe his wife had gotten more out of their daughter.

"I don't think she's had any more nightmares. I haven't heard any more screaming at least," Linda answered.

"That's good. I'm sorry I can't be there."

"We both know that and we understand. I'm going to call the insurance adjuster and have him take a look at the car, see if he can give us anything for it. If not, I don't know what we're going to do."

"I don't know either."

"I guess I can keep using Anna's car for a while, at least until we save up some money."

"And I can take some extra tours, nights, weekends."

"And never see the kids?"

"Don't the Trevinos down the street got an old station wagon in the garage? Maybe we could steal it from them for a few days," Danny suggested.

"There's an idea, I'll call them after I call the insurance company," Linda told him.

"I gotta go, I'll call you later."

"Sure. Anna should be up by then too."

"Love you."

"Love you more."

"Love you most." They hung up and Linda got dressed before calling the insurance company. They told they'd send an adjuster to meet her at the diner. Linda had just finished putting brunch on the table for her boys when she heard movement upstairs. Linda went up to find Anna standing in the master bedroom doorway.

"Anna?" Linda asked. Anna gave her mom a heartbreaking look and Linda instantly moved to hug her. Anna held her mom tight and Linda felt really bad. She should have never agreed to let Anna drive the van knowing something was wrong with it. She couldn't do anything about that now; all she could do was comfort her daughter. "You okay?" Linda asked. Anna shrugged. "I know it's hard, but you're going to be okay. I'm here for you."

"I know, thanks, Mama," Anna answered.

"Good, now go get dressed. I'll make you some brunch then we have to meet the insurance man."

Anna nodded and went and got dressed. They met with the adjuster, cleaned out what was salvageable from the van and had it towed to a junkyard because it was indeed totaled. Once they got home the boys rushed off to play and Anna and Linda sat down on the couch. "Mama, it's not good, is it?" Linda shook her head. "Will you tell me how much?"

"He said the most he can do is $1000."

"Oh," Anna said softly. They sat in silence for a moment. "Mama, I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart," Linda answered.

"I know you and Daddy don't blame me."

"Of course not, sweetheart, it wasn't your fault. If anything it was your dad's and my fault."

"That doesn't mean that I don't feel partially responsible. I know what you're going to say to my next offer but I'm going to make it anyway. I can sell my car. With all the work put into it, it's gotta be worth at least three or four grand. That plus what the insurance man gave you should be enough to get you a decent used van or maybe even a sedan. I mean the three of us could get used to a cramped backseat at least until the situation changes," Anna said but Linda was already shaking her head.

"You just got that car back to a decent condition. Dad and I won't ... couldn't ask you to sell it."

"You're not asking. I've got two years to earn enough to go to college and get another car. It'll be fine. Plus I live in New York; I don't really need a car."

"Sweetie, you're 16, you don't need to be worrying about this kind of stuff. Your dad and I have it handled. Focus on school and your friends. Daddy and I will take care of everything."

"But Mom—"

"No. I appreciate the concern and I'm touched that you want to help but don't worry, okay? Now, go see what your brothers are up to." Linda pulled her into a tight hug, which after a moment, Anna returned, then shooed her along. Anna got up off the couch to find her brothers.

Sunday after church and Jack's soccer game, Anna found Nicky in the kitchen with Henry making dinner. "Hey, Nicky, can you give us a minute, or ten?" Anna asked.

"Of course," Nicky answered, leaving the room. Anna looked around then shut the doors to the sun room, dining room, and foyer.

"Oh, closed doors, this must be big," Henry said. He, through Frank, had found out everything that had happened on Friday but neither wanted to make a big deal about it especially since she wasn't hurt.

"Did Mom or Dad tell you about what happened on Friday night?" Anna asked softly as she sat down at the kitchen island.

Henry observed her and knew she had to talk about it so he let her come to him. "No, what happened?"

"I uh—some backstory first. For some time now Mom's van has been making a weird noise, something electrical we assumed, and sometimes it won't start." Anna swallowed, knowing that telling him should be therapeutic but right now it just felt like she was trying to lessen the blow and stay out of trouble.

"Okay," Henry prompted when she didn't continue.

"So Friday night, I suggested that she take my car because she works in the city and I can walk home if I need to and I—I blew up the car," Anna blurted.

"What?" Henry stared at her. She looked devastated and like she was ready to cry but of all his grandkids she had the best poker face, at times even outdoing him and her dad. It hit him that maybe Frank had sent her in here with some made up story to give up his keys. He knew Anna would the one who would be the most believable. "If your grandfather sent you in here with some cock and bull story to get me to give up my keys—" That's when the waterworks started. With his suspicions in mind he looked closer at the young girl and realized those tears were real.

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?" Anna asked sniffling.

Henry put down his knife and gave the girl another once over before walking around the island and wrapping the girl in a hug. "You haven't called me Grandpa in years. Not since your grandma Mary died," he said gently. That was his biggest clue that she wasn't lying about what she had said and that Frank wasn't running some game on him. "You really think you blew up your mom's van?"

"I know I did." Anna leaned against him. "It caught fire and the insurance man said it was totaled. I just started it and that weird noise came back then it started smoking and it caught on fire. Now Mom's out of a car and I don't know how to help. They say it's not my fault and I don't think they blame me, but I do. I convinced Mom to let me drive it," Anna explained. Henry hugged her as she calmed down. She wiped her tears away and looked up at him after a few moments. "What's this about Grampa asking you to give up your keys?"

"Nothing, sweetheart," Henry answered.

"Pops, I've been raised by detectives my whole life. Come on, you know I'm your favorite great grandkid," Anna answered, pulling away from him and crossing her arms over her chest.

"Are not."

"Pops, have you hit something or had something appear out of nowhere when you're backing up?"

"Maybe once," Henry reluctantly agreed.

"Pops, it's just me, I'm not going to tell anyone." Anna gave him her best I'm-not-buying-it look. It was a look she often used on her brothers.

"Okay, like four. The garage just comes out of nowhere," Henry admitted. "Now, back to you. As hard as it is to believe, your parents care more about your safety than they do about the car. Sure, they're upset they have to replace the car but they can do that. What if you had been caught in it and hadn't made it out? Your parents can never replace you. Sure, they could have more kids but you can never replace the child you lost. Trust me. They are more glad you're okay than they're upset about the car."

"But they can't," Anna shook her head and looked out the window.

"Can't what?" Henry asked, moving back to where he had been standing.

"Can't replace—Never mind, Dad's here," Anna said. She slipped outside and found her father walking up to the back porch. He instantly hugged Anna when he reached her.

"How do you feel?" Danny asked.

"Tired. I can't sleep," Anna answered.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be there," Danny said, brushing a hand down the back of her head.

Anna looked up at him. "To watch me try to sleep?"

"Some of my favorite memories are watching you sleep in your crib. You were so little but slept so peacefully."

"Dad," she said hesitantly. "I—I told Pops about the fire. What does he know about losing a child?" Anna asked.

"I don't know. Dad's an only child. Maybe he was talking about knowing what Dad went through with Joe. And I'm not mad you told him," Danny cupped her cheek. "You're still processing and he does give great advice. I'm surprised you haven't told Jamie."

"Jim told him. I'm sure he feels sorry for me now."

"He's Jamie, not me," Danny quipped. Anna laughed then sniffled.

"Dinner," Henry called out the back door. All through dinner the mood was subdued. Anna could sense tension between her grandfathers, Jack was bummed about losing, Danny and Linda seemed stressed by the situation they were in, and Anna herself was worn out from not really sleeping over the past two days. As she did her best not to fall asleep over her plate, she tuned out the talk at the table until Henry exclaimed, "You're pregnant?" She looked up shocked to see the rest of the family looked just as shocked.

"We're having a baby?" Jack asked.

"Yea!" Sean cheered.

"Whoa, hold up. I didn't ask for a puppy, you can't give me another kid brother," Anna snapped, stabbing a carrot with her fork and glaring at her parents.

"That's not how that works, Anna," Jamie said.

"Does in my family. Both times Mom was pregnant and told me about it, I asked for a puppy."

"For the record," Danny interrupted, "no one is having a baby, or getting a puppy."

"That's what we called a situation in my day," Henry said. Danny went on to explain how he was moonlighting for Erin's witness for a little extra money.

"We need extra money?" The adults at the table froze at Jack's question.

"Hey," Frank said abruptly. "I just heard from the Mayor. He's rescheduled Trick or Treat for this weekend."

"Yea!" Jack and Sean cheered.

Danny went on to assure he had everything handled and when prompted he explained about the job offer from the photographer that paid four times what the NYPD did. Jack and Sean seemed excited, Nicky was interested, and the rest seemed curious. "Frank?" Linda asked his opinion.

"It's your decision, son," Frank answered. Henry vehemently agreed with that. The table went silent and everyone continued to eat.

"Does this new job of yours get you home more often?" Anna asked softly. Though soft, it was clearly heard by all due to the quietness of the table.

"Anna," Danny said gently.

"Does it?" she nearly growled.

"I don't know," Danny reluctantly admitted.

"Why don't you find out?" Anna snapped, "And if it doesn't, maybe you should—" She stopped suddenly. It was almost as if someone had slapped a hand over her mouth. She shook her head. "Never mind, excuse me. I'm done."

"Maryanna," Frank warned. Anna looked at her grandfather, shoved her chair back and stood. She scoffed, picked up her plate, and turned towards the kitchen.

"Sit down, Anna. You walk out, I'll bust your butt," Danny warned softly. Anna looked back at her father, bit her lip but walked into the kitchen and set the plate in the sink. Then she went out and sat down on the back steps. She flinched when a body sat down next to her but was surprised when a hand didn't grab her arm and pull her over a lap. So she looked up to see Jamie.

"Let me guess," she said slowly. "You're about to tell me not to yell at my dad, not to walk out of family dinner. It's a tough world; you just have to deal with it?"

"The world is tough, Anna, and finding a way to deal is part of growing up but you're also only 16 and part of you still needs a dad to be there and help you through this. You're feeling like you're spinning out of control. Sometimes getting angry is the only way to make you feel better."

"But it's still not right? That's what you mean, isn't it?"

"Maybe it's not. I think you're a really strong young woman but sometimes ..."

"Sometimes what? You think I'm bipolar?" Anna asked.

"I didn't say that. I will never say that," Jamie answered, defensive.

"But you'd think it."

"Never. Anna—" He hadn't meant anything along those lines. She was really strong but at times the Reagan temper really got the best of her and she lashed out. He saw how that affected Frank and Danny when it was aimed in their direction and sometimes it felt like she was just lashing out to see what they'd do. Before he could explain that to her she cut him off.

"Why don't you just let me calm down before either of us says something we'll regret when we're thinking straight." She wasn't sure where that had come from but maybe it was for the best. Jamie reluctantly agreed as he felt that's what Joe would have done and stood. Going back inside, he wondered if she would have taken it better had it come from Joe or if they'd even be seeing this Anna if he was still alive. Teenage girls often grew up at points angry at the world but Anna's anger only seemed to manifest because of Joe's death. Maybe she wasn't over it yet.

"Jamie?" Frank asked.

"Let her calm down. She hasn't slept in two days and it's affecting her."

"Of course she'd tell you that," Danny scoffed.

"She only told me that she hasn't slept. Nothing else," Jamie replied.

"When she tries to sleep she has nightmares," Sean added. "Wakes up screaming."

One more chapter before we wrap up 3x6 Greener Grass and move on. Big thanks to Pharmergirl for telling me what you liked about the last chapter and expanding on your thoughts. A minor side note concerning what Anna accuses Jamie of saying and how he wasn't really saying that, Jamie is just trying to help here even if he doesn't really know how. He would love her just the same if she does have problems but like is suggested, he doesn't want to push her away and isn't sure how far to go to get her to talk to him. On top of that, Anna was just looking for a way to push him, mostly because of what she admits to Jim and the therapist in the next chapter and what Jamie doesn't get to explain to her.