A/N: This is just a disclaimer that I'm not quite sure how stuff like TARU works and how fast it is :)

Chapter 5 – Tracking the Numbers

"Look…there's something I need to tell you…" started Jamie. "Just don't be mad, okay? Today was a really busy day and I never had the time to tell you earlier."

"Everything okay?" asked a concerned Danny.

"No," Jamie replied before letting out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. "All day today I've been getting these phone calls and texts from random numbers and they don't seem to be stopping any time soon."

"What kind of phone calls and texts?"

Jamie hesitated for a bit. "Well…they've all been about that night…calling me a liar, that it was my fault, how could I live with myself…things like that…" he revealed as he trailed off.

"What?!" exclaimed Danny. "You've been getting them all day? Who's doing it?" he rushed out.

"Yes, it started when I was getting ready for work. I don't know, the voice is always distorted but it has to be Scott Wilson…I mean, who else knows about any of this?" Jamie asked. "I didn't want to tell you guys after the first one because I hoped it was just a weird one-time thing, some prank maybe. But then I got another phone call later when I was with Eddie and then more phone calls kept coming but I wasn't able to answer them, even if I wanted to. When I stopped answering, that's when the texts came in…" Jamie could hear his brother let out a slow breath, like he was trying to calm himself from getting mad. "I'm sorry that I didn't say anything after the first one…I didn't want you guys to worry over the one and then I just got too busy to tell you about the others until now."

"It's alright kid," Danny replied after a while. "At least you told me. Are you still getting the texts?" he asked.

"Yeah…" Jamie didn't have to look at his phone to know that he had gotten two more since this conversation with his brother started. "I don't know if he knows I'm off work now or something, but they're coming in a lot more than they were earlier."

"You still have the numbers that called?"

"Yeah," repeated Jamie. "There's at least 3 numbers between the calls and texts…I haven't deleted any of them."

"Good," said Danny. "Try to come over to the 5-4 tomorrow and we'll see if we can trace them. In the meantime, maybe you should turn your phone off and then get a new number as soon as possible."

"Alright, I'll see if I can come at the start of shift…that's usually when it's the slowest," Jamie told him.

"Hey Jamie, don't pay attention to what any of them said, okay? It's not true…none of it is. You know that right?" Danny asked.

Jamie slowly nodded, then realized his brother couldn't see him. "I know, Eddie said the same thing. But it doesn't mean that it still doesn't hurt…or that it's not annoying…"

"I know kid…and I'm sorry you had to go through that. If I could punch that a-hole right now, I would. But it's gonna stop tomorrow, alright?"

Jamie smirked at his brother's comment. "Thanks Danny. I guess I should call dad and let him know about all this…" he said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"See ya, kid."

Jamie hung up and then went to his dad's contact. A couple more texts had come through since the previous two, but he refused to look at them. He got ready for bed while he talked to his father, repeating to him what he had told Danny, and telling him that they were going to put a stop to it tomorrow, with hopefully finding out (and proving) that it was Scott Wilson sending them. When they said their goodbyes, Jamie had turned his phone off and then crawled into bed, praying that he'd get a restful night's sleep.

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The next day, Danny was waiting at the 54th Precinct for Jamie to arrive. He had told Maria that him and his partner would be stopping by so they could track a few phone numbers. "Everything okay?" she asked him.

"There's been someone harassing Jamie, calling him and texting him, saying ridiculous things," he told her, clenching his jaw and his fist.

"About what?"

Danny sighed. "Well, it's not something he likes people knowing, but…" he looked around the room to make sure no one else could hear him. "He's the—'John Doe' from the 'Halloween Massacre' that happened," he explained, using quotations and semi-rolling his eyes when he said the stupid nickname the press had dubbed that fateful night.

Maria's eyes widened. "What? The kid who survived and had to testify and all of that, that was your brother?" she asked, shocked.

Danny nodded, tight-lipped, his face grim. "Yeah…he thinks it's the murderer's father behind it. He's the only one who could be doing it, that son of a bitch," he said, shaking his head. "He always said Jamie was lying about what happened…that his son would never do something like that," he continued as he rolled his eyes again.

"And you're hoping to prove that by tracking the numbers," she theorized as he nodded his head again.

By then, Jamie and Eddie had arrived and were walking up to them. "Hey Danny, Maria," he greeted as they got closer. "This is my partner, Eddie Janko," he continued as he gestured towards the blonde next to them.

"I'm Danny, this is my partner Maria Baez," introduced the elder Reagan as they each shook hands with the young officer. Eddie nodded and returned the greetings. "I hope you don't mind," Danny said as he turned towards his younger brother, "but I just told Maria about why we were doing this and the whole 'John Doe' thing."

Jamie was tight-lipped as he shook his head. "No, it's okay. Eddie knows about it too…I kind of thought I should tell her since I haven't been acting like myself this month…" he said as he looked over at his partner who gave him a supportive smile.

"You have your phone? Did you get anything else since last night?" Danny asked his brother.

Jamie solemnly nodded his head as he took his phone out of his pocket. "Yeah, a few, but I haven't looked at them," he said as he handed the device over.

Danny let out a frustrated sigh as he took it. "We'll get this down to TARU and hopefully they can find something. I'm gonna try and see if they can hurry with it too so you don't have to wait too long."

"Thanks Danny. And don't worry, after shift I'm going to go down and get a new number…hopefully all of this will stop after today," Jamie told him. "I don't even know how Mr. Wilson, or whoever this is, even got my number in the first place…"

"We'll see if we can figure that out. Just hang tight here and we'll be back," Danny told them. Him and Maria then walked over to where TARU was so they could look into the harassing phone calls and texts.

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About an hour later, Danny and Maria came back to where Jamie and Eddie were waiting. "That seemed quick," commented Eddie.

"Did they find anything?" asked Jamie, but his hopes were dashed when he saw the look his brother and his partner shared with each other. "What is it?"

"Unfortunately, they said whoever's doing this used burner phones around the city. There was no way to trace them…sorry, kid," Danny told him, saying the last part quietly.

Jamie grabbed his phone that his brother handed back to him. "That's okay," he said, disappointed. "At least we tried, right?" Danny gave him a reassuring smile. "I guess we should head out," he said as he looked over at his partner. "Thanks for trying guys," he told Danny and Maria as they walked away.

"See ya later," Danny told his retreating brother. Once the two of them had left, he turned towards Maria. "Let's go," he told her as he started walking off.

"Where are we going?" asked a confused Maria as she followed right behind.

"I wanna go talk to Mr. Wilson," came the grim reply.

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The two detectives pulled up to the boarded up house and slowly got out of the car. "Wow," commented Maria. "So this is it, huh?" she asked as she looked up at the two-story.

"Yep. I heard he moved away after everything happened but Jamie said when he came by here and saw Mr. Wilson, he went up to the door and went inside. He must have moved back in now that Justin is dead," Danny told her as he looked from the house to the sidewalk and followed the path that his brother took almost a decade ago to the house where the older couple saved him. He eventually walked up the path and to the porch with his partner right behind him, where he pounded loudly on the front door.

After a short while, the door eventually creaked open a crack. "Who are you? What do you want?" asked the gruff voice from inside.

"Scott Wilson?" Danny asked, an annoyed look on his face. When he didn't respond, Danny continued. "Detective Reagan, this is my partner Detective Baez," he said as they showed him their badges. "We'd like to ask you some questions."

"Reagan? Any relation to that kid who put my boy away?" Scott Wilson asked as he opened the door slightly more, sneering at the word 'kid'.

Danny looked at his partner before looking back towards the man. "He's my brother."

"First him and now you? Why can't you Reagans leave me alone?" he nearly shouted out as he opened the door fully now.

Danny couldn't help but look behind Scott, at the end of the stairs, where his brother was attacked and nearly died. "He's been getting harassing phone calls and texts lately and I'm just making sure that it's not you doing it," he told him after he looked back up at the older man.

Scott scoffed. "Even if I was, why would I tell you? That brother of yours ruined my son's life…ruined my life! He gets whatever that comes to him!"

Maria put a hand on her partner's arm, knowing what was said surely just pissed him off.

She was right. Danny was about to lay into Scott before he felt her calming and gentle touch. He took a deep breath before continuing. "My brother doesn't lie, he's a good kid…unlike your son. If I find out you were the one bothering him, then believe me when I say you will regret it," he seethed before he stalked off and back to the car as Maria followed. They heard the door slam shut as they got into the vehicle and drove away.

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At the next Sunday dinner a few days later, the Reagans had all said grace and were starting to serve themselves the delicious food that Henry had made. "So Jamie, you get any more of those messages?" he asked his youngest grandson as he passed him the mashed potatoes.

Jamie took a couple of spoonfuls of one of his favorite dishes and looked at his grandpa. "Not since I changed my number, thankfully," he answered, not in the least bit surprised that his dad had told his grandpa the whole story of what was going on.

"That's good. That's the last thing you need right now," he commented back.

"And you weren't able to find the guy who was doing it?" asked his sister, Erin, who was an attorney in the DA's office.

"No," Danny said, taking over for his brother. "The…SOB," he hesitated, knowing there were young ears at the table, "used burner phones that he trashed after a day or less…" he finished, shaking his head as he jabbed some salad with his fork.

"I'm surprised he would even know what those were and how they work…" commented Erin's teenage daughter, Nicky. Unlike her younger cousins, she knew what her family members were talking about, about what happened with her Uncle Jamie. She was a kid when that night took place, so she doesn't remember much, just bits and pieces of going to the hospital and her uncle not feeling good. It wasn't until a few years ago that her mom told her what had happened. Danny's boys, Jack and Sean, were not quite old enough to hear about everything yet.

Erin looked at her daughter next to her. "We don't know if it was him who did it, Nicky," she told her, the lawyer side of her showing, as it usually does at these family dinners.

Danny did a partial eye roll. "Come on Erin, of course it was him. Who else could it have been? Who else has said those things before, always claiming that son of his was innocent and Jamie was lying?"

"What are you guys talking about?" asked Jack, his little brother nodding in acknowledgement, looking from his dad to his aunt as the back and forth had gone on.

"We'll tell you boys about it some other time," Linda quietly said to them.

Danny and Erin, meanwhile, had continued going back and forth, the detective and attorney part of them on full display, as per usual. Frank had stayed silent during the whole thing, stealing glances at his youngest, who at this point was now looking down and picking at the food on his plate. This time of year brought back nasty memories for him as much as it did his son. He still remembers the phone call he received; every parent's worst nightmare…he thought he was going to be losing a child that night or sometime that week. After all of his years of wearing a badge and being on this job, that Halloween night had been the worst day of his life; that is, until he received the phone call about his son, Joe, just a few years ago. Frank was about to tell his older two to zip it when Jamie beat him to it.

"Can we talk about something else now, please?" he huffed out as he dropped his fork on the plate and looked up at his family. It was bad enough that he kept getting nightmares almost every night, seeing all of the holiday decorations around the city, and hearing the news still reporting about Justin's death and the speculations of why he did it; he didn't need to hear about it with his family at Sunday dinner too.

The Reagans all glanced at each other as Jamie grabbed his fork again and continued eating his food in small bites. "Yeah, kid, sorry," mumbled Danny.

"Sorry Jamie," Erin replied at the same time.

Henry and Frank looked at each other, staying silent as Linda, Danny, and Erin started talking about different things. All the times Frank has talked to Jamie in the days of Justin's death, his son has told him everything was fine and that he was okay. But after witnessing that small outburst and the look that had been on his face during his older siblings bickering, Frank knew that Jamie was far from fine and okay.

After dinner was over, Danny and Erin were delegated to doing the dishes while Henry and Linda got the three kids to help them clean off the table and put the food away into storage containers, which kept them busy from asking too many questions about what had happened earlier. Frank, meanwhile, had pulled Jamie aside into the living room so they could talk. "I'm sorry about earlier," Jamie said as he flopped down on the couch.

Frank sat in the chair next to him, giving him a thin-lipped smile. "I know you are, Jamie," he assured him. "What I'm concerned about is how you kept telling me that everything was okay when it doesn't seem to be that they are."

Jamie sighed and looked away. "Everything is okay…usually," he admitted as he looked back towards his dad, saying the last word under his breath. He knew his father had heard him though, based on the look on his face. He let out another sigh before he continued. "Dad, I know you're worried about me, but everything is fine. And I promise, I'll let you know when it isn't anymore, okay?" he asked, his eyes pleading with his dad to just let this go.

Frank hesitated, knowing his son was right. But part of him couldn't forget, would never forget, how Jamie was in the years after his life was changed. The first year was rough; him and his wife were woken up nearly every night by screams coming from their youngest's bedroom. His grades started suffering, he refused to go to any social event unless his dad or brothers were with him, and he even wouldn't let his mom put up Halloween decorations like she used to. But after seeing a counselor and as the years went by, things got better…except for the decorations part. "Okay," he finally breathed out. "You get some rest, alright?" he semi-ordered, a small smile showing under his mustache.

Jamie looked back down and then at his father again. "Thanks dad," he said, giving a similar smile in return. "I'll talk to you tomorrow," he said as they both stood up and hugged. Jamie said goodbye to the rest of the family before taking off to his apartment to relax before getting ready for bed for work the next morning.