A/N: Thank you for the reviews so far, I really do appreciate them! I meant to upload this yesterday but I was gone all day, so here it is for today :)

Chapter 6 – Everyone Finds Out

The next day, Jamie had taken a shower and was getting dressed for his shift when he received a text from Eddie. 'You need to turn on the channel 6 news, now…I'm so sorry,' it read. Jamie was confused and a little worried as he went to his tv and turned it on. He hadn't been paying too much attention to the news lately, not wanting to see or hear what they had to say about everything anymore. He switched to the channel she had mentioned and his stomach dropped. On the tv, they were talking about that night and announcing an update about it…the reveal of who "John Doe" is. Jamie turned the volume up and slowly sat down on his couch, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"If you're just joining us, we were about to reveal the identity of 'John Doe' from that fateful Halloween night almost a decade ago," the anchor lady said to the camera.

"No, please no," Jamie whispered. "We still have over 2 weeks left!"

"Thanks to a reliable and very credible source, the now only surviving person from 'The Halloween Massacre' has been revealed as one of NYC's finest, Officer Jameson Reagan, the youngest son of New York City Police Commissioner, Frank Reagan."

Jamie stared at the tv screen, mouth hanging open and the color drained from his face, as the anchor and co-anchor continued talking. He wasn't paying attention to what they were saying as the world started to spin. "That son of a bitch," he whispered again, knowing exactly who their "reliable and credible source" was. His breathing started quickening as he looked down at his phone as a couple of texts and phone calls from his family started popping up, but he ignored them. 'So what, I ignored his harassments and got a new number and this is what he decides to do?!' he thought as he put his head into his hands. Knowing he couldn't sit there for very long unless he wanted to risk being late, he eventually lifted his head up, turned off the tv, got up from the couch, and went into his room to continue getting ready for work.

Jamie sent a quick text to his family in a group chat before he drove away from his apartment, letting them know that he saw the news and he didn't have time to, nor did he really want to, talk about it. Once he got to the Precinct, he couldn't help but notice some of his coworkers looking at him for longer than normal as he walked by to get to the locker room. 'I have to just be paranoid…they can't all know, right?' he thought as he opened his locker. 'Maybe they don't even care…it has to be just the paranoia…' He changed into his uniform and once he was ready, he took a deep breath and slowly let it out before walking out of the room, where he ran into his partner.

"Oh hey," Eddie said, tentatively.

"Hey," he greeted, giving her a small smile. He let her lead the way to the briefing room for the start of their shift. "I wanna thank you for that heads up…I don't really watch the news anymore so, it was a nice warning," he said quietly.

Eddie looked over at him and returned the smile he gave earlier. "Of course…I figured you'd want to know and not be bombarded by it when you came in today."

They were not far from their destination when they were stopped by another officer. "Hey Reagan, is it true? You were there that night?" the young man asked. He continued before Jamie could even say anything. "Man, I remember hearing about that! That's so F'ed up what that dude did, I can't believe you survived that!"

Jamie stood there, dumbfounded, his heart rate racing. Eddie gave the officer a tight smile and grabbed onto her partner's arm, gently pulling him away from their coworker's continued one-sided conversation.

When they got into the briefing room, Jamie looked over at her as she let go. "Thanks," he breathed out quietly, his hand on his chest to calm his racing heart.

Eddie nodded in reply. "You think it was the same guy who sent those texts and phone calls, don't you? That guy's dad?" she asked in a whisper as they stood in the back, away from the others that were already there and their prying eyes towards her partner.

Jamie knew what she was talking about; the person who told the news station who he was. "It has to be," he said after he felt himself calm down a bit. "People are definitely staring right, it's not just me being paranoid?" he asked her, looking around the room as more and more officers were coming in for briefing.

She shook her head. "No, it's not paranoia. I notice it too," she told him as she also looked at their staring and whispering coworkers. She looked back at her partner. "But hey, it was only just released by the news, alright? Maybe you just need to give it some time for the shock to die down," she reassured him.

He looked at her and nodded. "Yeah, you're probably right…I'm sure everything will be fine," he said as he gave a not so confident thin smile.

Their sergeant then came into the room and briefing got started. When it was over, Jamie and Eddie quickly made their way out of the building and towards their car so they could get going. Once they were driving away, Jamie had let out a long and slow breath as he steered the vehicle to their patrol area for the day. "Just wait for the shock to die down," he repeated her words to himself. "It's gonna be okay."

She looked over at him, giving him a small smile as their radios alerted them to a dispute that was nearby.

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It was halfway through their shift already and things had slowed down enough that they were now walking the beat. Thankfully for Jamie, they had been busy enough in the first half that he didn't even think about this morning. But now as they were walking down the sidewalk, he couldn't help but let his mind wander…everyone they passed, he'd ask himself if they had heard the news this morning and if they knew who he was. Without realizing it, they ended up walking past the same newspaper stand from last time and he couldn't help himself as he looked at all of the headlines. He stopped short when he saw his name and his picture…next to his name and picture. 'No, I don't want to be associated with him!' he thought as his heart started racing again.

Eddie had noticed her partner lag behind and stopped to turn what had caught his attention. When she saw the newspapers in the stand, she took a glance at Jamie before gently pushing him forward, away from the headlines.

Jamie shook his head as he was led away. "I've never—I've never seen my picture next to…his before," he stuttered out. "Now everyone knows…I'm forever going to be linked to him," he mumbled. "I mean, I knew I would be, but…now it's public knowledge, over two weeks before I was ready for it…"

Eddie was about to respond when someone got in front of them and cut them off. "Officer Reagan? I saw you looking at the papers back there. I'm Andrea Larson from The New York Times and I was wondering if I could ask you some questions, like maybe about that night?" asked a too perky brunette woman, holding her phone in between hers and Jamie's faces.

"What?" he asked, brows furrowed. "No; no comment," he told her, shaking his head as he tried getting around her.

"But Officer Reagan—" she started but was cut off by the other officer that she didn't even notice at first.

"Listen, Andrea," Eddie said as she got between the two, irritation in her voice. "He said no comment, so please respect that," she continued, plastering a fake smile on her face as she again led her partner away from the scene.

Once they were long gone from that area, Jamie let out a shaky breath, Eddie's hands still on his arm as she took the lead. "Thanks again…" he said quietly when she let go of her grip.

"No problem," she replied as she looked behind her. "I can't believe some people…all they want is a story and they don't even care about who they hurt in the process."

"Yeah…" is all Jamie could reply before they were radioed to another call.

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Meanwhile, Erin was leaving the courthouse after just winning her recent case. As she was walking down the steps to head to her car, she was stopped by a couple of reporters, their microphones and recorders in their hands. She was used to this, having to talk to the press before, during, and after certain cases, so she figured that's what this was about…until she heard them ask their questions.

"Is it true your brother was a part of the 'Halloween Massacre'?"

"How's your brother doing with all of this being public knowledge now?"

"Has he kept in contact with the families of the victims?"

Erin balked at them, surprised at the direction this ended up going. "Um," she hesitated. "No comment," she continued as she stepped around them. She ignored their pestering inquiries while she went down the rest of the steps and to the car, quickly driving away when she got in.

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Over the next couple of days, the nuisance of everything hadn't slowed down…not one bit, for any of the Reagans surprisingly. Both Danny and Erin kept getting random phone calls every so often asking questions about their brother, even being stopped in the street by random reporters or true crime enthusiasts. But the worse was happening to Jamie…he had to change his number again for the constant phone calls to stop. He got stopped at least twice a shift by a reporter or true crime blogger wanting an interview; about that night, about Justin's death, about anything he could tell them. And of course he never did tell them anything; all of them would tell them 'no comment', if they even answered at all. It was getting to be too much, so Frank had decided, with Jamie's okay, to hold a short press conference at 1PP to talk about this once and hopefully for all.

"Thank you all for being here today," he told the small group, their cameras and recorders all out and pointed towards the podium where the PC stood. "I'd like to first address this press conference by announcing that this will be very short because I won't be answering any questions." He looked around the room as he continued. "To answer what you've been harassing my family with, yes, the news reports are true. My son, Jameson Reagan, was there the night of the murders and he survived the brutal attack that killed his three best friends," he revealed as cameras took pictures and some reporters stretched their arm out further so they could get their recorder closer. "Because he was a minor at the time, we were able to successfully leave his name out of everything, keeping him anonymous, which is what myself and my wife agreed that that's what was best. It was a difficult time for my son, for our family, as it was for the families of Luke Hatchett, David Acree, and Anthony Russo. We knew this day was coming, but it arrived a lot sooner than we had anticipated. So speaking not just as the PC, but as a father, my family and I would appreciate it if you would leave us be and respect our privacy at this time. That's all, thank you," he finished as he stepped back from the podium and walked out the door, ignoring the instant noise of specific questions and requests, some even hoping to get an interview with Jamie. Frank shook his head after he had passed the threshold, where they couldn't see him anymore. He hoped that would make everything go somewhat back to normal, and not make it worse, especially for his youngest.

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Thankfully, the next week had gone well for Jamie and the rest of the Reagan clan. Every so often, Danny, Erin, and Frank would get a question about their brother/son wanting to do an interview, where they would get a death glare from one, be ignored by the other, and a polite 'no comment' by another. Some kids were even brave enough to knock on Frank and Henry's front door to ask about it, where they would get a gentle but gruff response back to please go away and not come back again.

Eddie was right about work as well…after the first few days, the other officers stopped staring at their coworker whenever he passed by, but some would still steal a quick glance. Jamie was soon handling the situation like a pro, for the most part. He didn't get as nervous if someone happened to recognize or gawk at him, and he was getting quick to saying 'no comment' whenever someone came up wanting an interview. He's been doing it so many times that reporters and bloggers stopped coming up to him, knowing what his answer would be before they even asked him anything. 'Maybe this won't be so bad after all,' he thought one day after his shift had ended. 'Everything has been out for a week now and things are finally starting to somewhat go back to normal…maybe once November comes, it'll all stop and people will forget about it, just like they do every year…' Those were his hopeful thoughts as he drove home, as he looked forward to his up-coming few days off.