Peter's pov
A few months had gone by, and the day was finally best day of my life. The day I got to marry Lara Jean. My Covey. I was so so excited! My Dad put a hand on my shoulder
"You nervous, Pete?"
I shrugged, speaking a mile a minute
"Excited nervous, not bad nervous. Is that weird? Is that a bad thing? Should I be nervous? Maybe I am nervous..."
My Dad let out a slight chuckle, hand clasping my shoulder
"Pete, relax. Breathe. You don't need to be nervous, everything is going to be fine. You love Lara Jean, she loves you, and you both had plans for this day for so long. Everything will fall into place."
I let out a breath I had not known I was holding, soon following my Dad to the venue where the wedding was being held. Happiness coursing through my veins, I took my place standing next to him, Joe,Sean, Jack, Uncle Danny, Uncle Jamie, Trevor and Greg. LJ had her own bridal party, her sisters Kitty and Margot, her best friends Lana and Chris, my sister Nicky, and my Aunts. When Dan came in with my bride, I felt my breath hitch at my throat again, astounded by her beauty, just as I was every other day.
A few hours later, we were all at the reception party, already married, her name now even longer. Lara Jean Song Covey Reagan- Kavinsky. We both giggled happily every single time we heard it. A few hours of partying later, we headed off to our Parisian honeymoon, ready to embark on our journey through life together. Forever and always.
A few days into our trip, Covey started to feel not so great, only feeling better in my arms, not that I minded. I loved holding her, but the bad news was that she could not keep anything down, my poor Sweetheart. The good news was that she was not ill or stricken with anything bad, quite the opposite. She smiled in my arms
"I can't believe we're having a baby!"
I kissed her again
"I can't believe it, I'm so happy!"
Thankfully, by the time we had returned from our two-week trip, she was feeling much better, though still getting sick from time to time. Our families together at the Bay Ridge house, we smiled
"We have some news... We're expecting!"
Not to our surprise, we were showered with congratulations, until LJ and I noticed how happy Jack and Mia were looking, as were Ree and Sean, who was now about to graduate the Academy, excited to use his degree to be the TARU part of our Special Stealth Response Forces Unit. LJ and I spoke, turning to the two young couples
"What's new with you guys?"
They smiled, the girls proudly displaying engagement rings, and we showered all four of them with congratulations. Our family kept on growing and was not about to stop anytime soon.
A few days later, Joe came up to me while we were working in the FIU division. Showing my respect to my superior on the field, I nodded in his direction
"Detective Hill-Reagan."
He nodded back
"Officer Reagan- Kavinsky."
I came up beside him
"Do we have anything from FIU? Any new updates, any missions?"
My cousin nodded
"Yeah, that's why I'm here. We're infiltrating the Russian mob."
I looked at him like he was crazy
"I know you're amazing undercover, but do we LOOK Russian? I still speak it, sure, but infiltrating?!"
He spoke up, calming me significantly
"Don't worry about that, they want to hire locally. They want murder-for-hire. You and I are gonna ruin their day."
I nodded
"Any clue on the target? Are we in with the crew yet?"
The Detective nodded
"We're in, we have a great history of murder-for-hire for multiple cartels as Joe and Peter Cohen. Got that?"
I nodded
"Copy that. Do we know the target?"
His face clouded over with anger, veins popping out everywhere, and I instantly knew
"Are you gonna be able to play it cool with your Mom on the line?"
Joe nodded
"She's been made aware of the situation, but we lose the bust if we relocate her."
His voice turned pleading as he dropped his tone into a whisper
" We GOT to get him, Pete."
I nodded
"He's going down, no worries, no doubt about it. As soon as he's down, we'll get your mom back safe and sound. Just, do what Reagans are notoriously bad at and keep your anger locked up and safely stored until the time is right."
He nodded
"I'm doing just that. Dr. Dawson has been helping me with that as much as he's been helping you and Uncle Danny after the wars."
I nodded
"Good."
And then it was time for one of the worst parts of going undercover, second only to going low-to-no contact with loved ones. Giving up the traditional glock and holster, changing the leather holster for a wire-like clip-on one. My cousin and I looked at each other after doing the swap
"Now I just feel naked."
As did most cops without their leather holster. We wired up and went to get in contact with our eyes and ears on the ground and in the air, assisted by Uncle Jamie, who spoke
"If we lose you from the ground or sky at any point, try to work landmarks into any conversation. You have a GPS and a wire in your car, if you lose it at any point, we will try to keep track of you with aviation and car patrols. We want the other mob members alive."
My cousin let out a disgruntled sound at the last bit of information, clearly not happy with the directive to bring our enemies alive. Taking note of that, our Uncle reiterated
"All of them alive, Detective. Copy?"
Resigned to our limitations, Joe nodded and replied
"10-4. All of them alive. Secure the Mayor, bring them in."
Uncle Jamie nodded
"That's your mission. Be careful out there."
We nodded and headed out, soon joining the three mobsters and their leader. Precautions had been taken to leave no trace of our real identities or affiliation with the NYPD. It took three weeks for us to truly be trusted by them, let alone be let into their inner circle. Their leader spoke, eyeing us with enough excitement to make us boil with anger and disgust
"Ah, our new killing machines. You Cohens ready to pop the Mayor's head off?"
Cold chill in his tone, Joe spoke
"Let's do this. Where are we going?"
The leader spoke again
"You don't worry about that, we're taking my car."
Aw, man... we needed our car GPS... I spoke up
"I thought you always make the newbies drive? Our car is ready to go, filled to the brim, you can relax instead of stress on the freeway..."
Joe shrugged
"We DO know the city better..."
Engulfed in rage, the boss boomed out
"I AM THE ONE RUNNING THIS SHOW!"
Taking a step back, we spoke
"Ok, ok. Your car, you drive."
He nodded
"Good. I want you to rest before you execute that woman. Painfully, slowly, violently and memorably."
If looks could kill, the mob boss would no longer be with us, courtesy of my cousin. He only awarded himself the luxury of giving him the death stare because no eyes were on us. Joe spoke up during the car ride
"This ice cream place looks good, here on Fenway."
Jamie's pov
I nodded to the other TARU members in the room with me
"Ok, we lost the GPS on their car, but they just passed Fenway. Aviation, do we have eyes?"
One of the agents in the room looked up from a computer screen
"Got them. They're headed to an abandoned motel 2 miles south."
I nodded
"Ok. Is that where they currently have the Mayor? Can we get CCTV to tell us where she is?"
In a few minutes we obtained confirmation that they were in fact headed towards Paula. I just hope putting Joe on this would not end up in a bloodbath by his own hands.
Joe's pov
Every ounce of me wanted to just rip these pieces of junk right here and right now, but I knew I couldn't. Every time I felt the urge, I glanced over at Peter, relying on my cousin to keep me in check. Soon, the lackeys became all excited, only to have the mobster speak up
"You don't get to get excited. You are not to touch the Mayor. She will be offed by our new members. The only thing you get to be excited for is to watch these masters at work."
I wish I could work on him, and I could see Peter felt the same. I spoke up
"When do we get to get this show on the road?"
Vlad Romanovo, the mobster-in-chief spoke again, his three other lackeys around him
"Right now. Let's go."
And so we entered the room where she was bound, zip tied and gagged, along with chained to the floor. Along with a tamed anger, a jolt of fear coursed through my veins at the sight of my mother. Not only due to this really real current threat, but the way she was detained was strikingly similar to how Hewitt would treat her. Her and me both. Part of what Dr. Dawson was doing with me was trying to access and organize the memories I was piecing together from that first year, and I was seeing the similarities right before my eyes. Was Hewitt in with the Russians? Before I could go on further in my spiraling thoughts, Romanovo spoke, hands on mine and Peter's shoulders
"Ok, boys. End her. Dazzle me."
We fired off a few shots, nowhere close to her, not even in her periphery. Romanovo did not like that, not one bit, and was not shy about voicing it
"What are you doing?! I thought you were legends!"
His eyes darkened
"I bet you are cops! Or at least one of you!"
We spoke
"We are NOT cops, we're guns for hire!"
I spoke
"No glocks, no cops."
He was still suspicious
"Cops love their leather holsters, feel naked without them."
Not showing it on our faces, we mentally nodded, as if to say TELL me about it. We lifted our shirts, showing the DIY wire-holsters we had
"See? No cops here."
He was still suspicious, then pulled an idiotic stunt, trying to shoot the Mayor. Instantly, Peter and I pulled out our spare glocks and shot him and his crew in their kneecaps. Peter knew how effective that would be from experience. Besides, Uncle Jamie told us to bring them alive, not unharmed. We shrugged
"Another thing about cops... There's always another gun."
As Peter secured our targets and called for a bus for them, I set my mother free, hugging and comforting her. Then, going off on a hunch, I turned to Romanovo
"Ever been in business with Mitch Hewitt? This is his M.O. to hold and torture captives."
Luckily, he was stupid enough to answer, and the link was that Hewitt was his mother's maiden name, Romanovo was his father.
After the due process, Romanovo and his goons were imprisoned. I was free to go back to Laurie and the kids after two months, and Peter was free to go back to Lara Jean, who was in the first month of her second trimester. The second batch of double weddings, this time for Jack and Sean to marry Mia and Ree respectively, went down without a hitch 3 months later.