3rd person pov

Once again, the Reagans found themselves around the table at the Bay Ridge house, with their usual guests, except Lara Jean, who was still distancing herself from her boyfriend. For his part, he was upset and frustrated, but understood why she needed some space, which he reluctantly gave her. Nicky was the only one not there yet, but it had long been known she was bringing a guest. Someone she had met here in New York City, her hometown she was relocating to. She had been appointed head of the branch of her company in the Big Apple. A few minutes later, she entered. Her companion brought a negative reaction from most Reagan men, and a surprised one from Laurie, Will and Fire Commissioner Rourke, the last three saying in surprise

"Ricky?"

Nicky smiled

"This is my boyfriend, Ricky Rourke."

Ever-protective and with a sharp memory, her younger brother spoke

"Richard, you a firefighter too? And weren't you engaged?"

He nodded, unaware of the animosity sent his way, even as his girlfriend kicked her brother under the table

"Yeah, I was, but we broke it off, we weren't a match after all. And yes, I'm FDNY."

The high schooler nodded

"Got it. I'm Nicky's brother, Peter."

At that moment Ricky gulped, animosity now understood. Frank eyed his grandson and said

"Let's keep it civil down there."

Resigned to that order, the boy nodded

"Yes, Grandpa. Will you please pass the potatoes, Ricky?"

The guest complied, making a mental note that the boy was as fiercely protective of his sister as he had been of Laurie, despite both of them being younger than their respective sisters. He might have more to worry from Peter than from Nicky's own father, since he had appeared to give them his blessing. Now the firefighter wondered how much work behind the scenes had been done by the DA and Nicky to get Jack Kavinsky to agree to this relationship, or at the very least, not make him disappear somehow. After a moment of silence, Maria spoke up

"Danny and I have some news."

Jack and Sean, her stepsons, added

"Oh, yeah. Tell them!"

Laughing, Maria went on

"Danny and I are expecting. All signs point to a healthy baby girl."

Congratulations went around the room as the family celebrated the fourth generation of Reagans growing even more, now headed towards 10 members. They enjoyed a rather uneventful dinner after that, enjoying, or in some cases tolerating each others company.

Paula's pov

I was going into my office to get one last item I needed after having left for a few hours with the Governor, but when I opened the door to my office, my detail, my private aid and I were in shock. My office had been ransacked, trashed and set on fire. The fire was getting bigger by the minute, and one of my security officers quickly called 911. My breath was caught in my throat, not only because of what was happening, but because quite soon my son was coming by to see me. I grabbed my phone and dialed, waiting for him to pick up, until he finally did

"Joey! Oh good. Listen to me, you are not to come here, understood?"

He seemed confused, not that I could blame him

"Why not? Ma, you ok?"

I could hear him get his keys and start leaving, so I briefed him on the situation, which was my mistake

"Well then, even more reason for me to go. I'm off duty, but I can be of help, and Laurie's brigade is already en route. Just stay away from the office."

I gave him my mom stare through the phone, knowing it would still be effective through my voice

"Like you are doing?"

He sighed

"That's different, and you know it. Love you, see you soon."

Knowing I could not win, I sighed

"I love you, my stubborn little boy. See you soon."

A few minutes later, Joey arrived, at the same time as my daughter-in-law and her coworkers, all gawking at the burning mess before they began the long process of putting it out, my son starting to evacuate the building, full of staff and citizens with appointments in the building.

Joe's pov

As I was in the middle of evacuating the building, having donned a spare protective gear-suit Laurie had in the truck, I saw something near my mom and my wife. With no time to spare, as soon as my mother stepped over the object I had seen, her foot still hovering over the object, I pushed her and my Laurie behind me, effectively shielding them from the blast that followed from the device, a bomb with a sensory trigger. Thankfully, it was a small range explosive,and other than bruises from the force I had to use to get them to safety, they were intact. I sustained a small burn to my wrists, despite the protective gear. The gloves probably loosened a bit with the force I used to push them back. I gritted my teeth and winced slightly, sucking air with my teeth. Yeesh, that smarts.

Having noticed what I had saved them from and my wrists, my Mom and Laurie started to tend to me, causing me to protest

"I'm fine, I'm gonna be fine. Let's table this for later."

The only reason why I got my way with my request was that Laurie found some notes that survived the fire, all declaring death threats to my mother. Now I was seeing red more than ever.

"Get TARU here to see camera footage, even though I suspect they scrubbed the feed, whoever did this. Get a handwriting specialist. First, I want an analysis against everyone who has access to this building, both left and right handwriting. Surrounding buildings and streets, let's get a look at their cameras, get a canvass going, someone saw something. Get the Arson Squad here and brief the PC on what's going on. Dump the phones of anyone who works in this building, especially for the Mayor. I want a new rotation of detail and staff for her, around the clock. Along with the Arson squad, I want the detectives with the highest closing rates on this case. Get me Reagan, Reagan and Baez-Reagan from the 5-4. Now."

Realizing no one had moved after I said that, I turned to the people around me, unchecked rage stemming from worry cursing through my veins

"Did I STUTTER?! WHY are you still standing here?!"

I was not the senior officer, or their superior in any way, but I was the son of the woman who had been the target of a would-be assassination. My demeanor caused them to scurry away, the firefighters leaving as well, except for my wife, her hand on my shoulder, as was my Mom's hand. I couldn't lose her, I had already lost my Dad...

By now, we had gone out of the building altogether, and all the people I had requested were on the scene, my aunts and uncle running towards us. Danny spoke first

"You alright, Joe?"

Looking at him as EMTs assessed Mom, Laurie and myself; tending to my burns, I replied

"Will be. My pesky wrists aren't the problem I'm focused on right now."

Understanding what I was talking about, he nodded

"I didn't think so. We're gonna find who's behind this, al of us. Don't worry. But there's a chance this person could know where you live, Madam Mayor."

Laurie spoke up

"She's going to be staying with us until this gets resolved. Joe and I already discussed it."

Danny nodded

"Great. And Kid"

I turned back to him as he went on

"Keep treating those wrists, ok? Those burns won't dress and medicate themselves."

I nodded, knowing he was protective of his loved ones to the point of coddling

"10-4"

A few hours later, the investigation was gaining traction, and Mom had already settled in at our house, much to my kids' delight. Laurie broke me out of my thoughts

"Hey, I'm gonna start on dinner, why don't you go on a run, go shoot some hoops or something to calm yourself down a bit? You need a stress-relief moment. It'll do you some good,I promise."

Nodding, I relented, and kissed her, Mom and the kids before going off to shoot some hoops. I was up to 99 points worth of free throws when a woman approached me

"Detective Hill- Reagan"

I did not think anything of how she knew my name. For one, it had gotten out there recently, for another, she was NYPD. I smiled

"Officer Loomis, what brings you by here?"

She smiled

"Please, call me Nancy. And I wanted to give you this."

She handed me some sort of pin, and I looked at her quizzically.

She then exlained

"I'm part of the recruiting committee of the Blue Templar. A club, so to speak, within the NYPD. It keeps phasing in and out of existence. Drinks, war stories, fellowship... Just some good times. I'll send you the info on when and where to meet."

Before I could ask or say anything, she had left, and I started back home, securing the pin in my pocket.

Nancy's pov

I returned to the rest of my club members, our overall leader asking

"Has it been done?"

I nodded

"Yes. He was excited about being selected. I will send him the invite and info of our next meeting. The meeting in which he will share the fate of his father."