#Jamie Reagan is discovered in the police department

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"Commissioner Reagan?" The blond woman knocked on his door. "There's something important you should see."

"What is it detective Baker?" The commissioner beckoned her inside so she could explain herself.

"Sir, we've just received a report from the FBI. It's about your missing son Jamie. They've found him." Shock welled up inside Frank but also hope. My baby My son He's been found! Is he alright? What happened? Was he hurt?

"Where is he? Is he alright?" Frank demanded to know. "When can I see him?"

"He lives on Staten Island with his wife and infant son." Baker informs him. "This is his military and police files." She says as she hands the commissioner a stack of brown folders.

He has a wife and son! He is a cop, a marine. And in my OWN department. How could I have not realized that? Logically Frank knows that with 30,000 officers in the NYC department. The chances of meeting his boy is slim to none.

But logic often has no bearings on emotions.

“Has he been informed about this?” Frank asked.

“Not yet. He’s still on tour. He’ll be getting off at 10am.” Baker replied. “The midnight shift, a rookies lot.” Frank said more to himself than anyone.

“Where exactly does he live? I want to tell him myself if that’s possible.” Frank questioned. Eager to get there first and to comfort his son after the shocking knowledge is revealed.

“504 East avenue George county.” She informed him.

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Frank was examining the house as his SUV slowed to a stop at the curb. It was shortly after 10:30am so his boy should have just gotten home. Excitement and fear flowed through him. He was excited to finally see his son after so many years of not knowing what had happened to him. And fear because he was afraid of his boys reaction. Would he accept me? Would he want to build the close relationship he would have had with Frank if he had not been stolen from them?

“Commissioner?” Baker gently put a hand on his shoulder. Bringing him back to reality. “He’s on his front porch.” Nodding her head in the direction to Franks left.

Turning his head he observed a young man who looked so much like Joe it took his breath away.

The young man was standing on his front porch. Confusion evident on his face. He must wonder what the police commissioner was doing parked outside his house.

Frank stepped out of his SUV. And held himself back from running to his missing son. Instead he briskly walks up to him.

“Hello.” Emotion nearly choking his voice. “Hello.” His boy, his grown son awkwardly spoke back. "So you're the police commissioner?" Jamie asked the question he already knew the answer to.

"Yes." He confirmed. "There's something I need to tell you." Uncertain how to start the conversation he pulls out a cigar asking if Jamie minds first. When he receives the answer no, he lights up. And takes a long draw of the nicotine. Exhaling. Frank says " You're my son. You were kidnapped as a baby. Your documents are fake and your fingerprints match my Jamie." Words rushing out.

" I'm not surprised." Upon seeing the look on Franks face. Jamie clarifies. " I found something in my par, the people who I thought was my parents house. And our blood types are incompatible."

“I’m glad to finally meet you.” Jamie speaks breaking the stunned silence. “Me too.” Frank gently grabs Jaime and pulls him into a bear hug. Both men cling to each other as they begin to cry tears of joy.

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Imagine meeting Joe for the first time

(A/N: For all those who requested this a couple of days ago. I hope you enjoy this!) 

Background: For those of you who don’t know. Joe is the Reagan brother that dies before the show starts. We don’t know much about him or his personality. And since we don’t know I thought why not have a little artistic fun, we know he’s a sweetheart like Jamie but thought to mix in a little Danny and have him be a good medium.  But if you want to find out more and see what he looks like, you can  here

Imagine meeting Joe for the first time

“So I checked out our possible witness on the database…” Fin began as he approached you and your Lieutenant who were reviewing your latest case board.

“And?” You prompted, both of you turning to face him.

“There’s an outstanding warrant on him.” Fin continued, “According to the system, Warrant squad is currently working on the case to locate him.”

“Alright, then. You two can go down there work with them and when you find him you can ask him questions.” Liv, your Lieutenant suggested.

“We could even suggest that the DA could knock off some of the charges if he cooperates,” Fin added.

“Exactly, “ Liv confirmed, “I’ll call up their captain and the two of you can go down and offer your assistance.”

“Can’t, I have court for the next three days.” Fin reminded.

“Y/N, you don’t mind working it by yourself do you?” Liv asked.

“Not at all,” You replied.

“Good. You get ready and I’ll give the Captain a call.” She said before turning around and heading back to her office.

“Uhh,” You sighed, “I hate warrant squad.”

“Why’s that?” Fin questioned.

“I just don’t like how they treat their job as if they’re hunters and not cops, you know? It’s hunt to kill not to serve and protect.” You explained briefly.

“I get that,” Fin agreed, “But there are some good ones and not to mention it’s one of the hardest departments to be in. Never knowing if it’s going to be easy or hard, in the worst neighbourhood in the city.”

“Not to mention all the ones I’ve encountered were all asses,” You added.

“You sure they asses and not just staring at your ass?” Fin smirked.

“Pretty sure,” You huffed playfully before swatting him for your file.

“Don’t worry about it. I know the guy whose working our guy’s case. He’s one the good ones.” Fin reassured.

“Who is it you?” You asked, leaning against the desk beside him.

“Joe Reagan.” He responded.

“As in…?” You lead on.

“Yep, Commissioner’s kid. Just like Officer Jamie over there.” He confirmed while gesturing to one of your regular uniforms Jamie Reagan who was standing and talking to his partner across the room.

“Damn, how many of them are there?” You muttered, “How do you know him?

“One of my old partners was his training officer.” Fin explained.

“So, he’s definitely one of the good ones?” You asked.

“Well, that’s subjective, I’ve had some bad partners,” Fin began getting up, “Take Munch for example.”

And with that Fin walked away heading back to his desk, leaving you to start getting ready to leave.  You grabbed your badge, gun, bag and case file and by the time you were done, Liv gave you the confirmation to get going and once she did you set off for Bronx Warrant’s squad headquarters.

Bronx’s warrant squad had its headquarters in one of the biggest stations in the borough. So when you arrived at the main entrance, you were helplessly lost for quite a while until a friendly uniform took you to the right floor.

“He’s right over there.” The uniform directed at the entrance of their squad-room and he pointed out Detective Joe Reagan to you.

His desk was situated towards the end of the room. There was someone sitting at the desk but the facing the opposite direction so you couldn’t see their face. You walked down the centre aisle towards him. You got some suspicious looks as you did from other people in the room. You assume it was because it’s rare for the public to approach the Warrant Squad in the way people approached your department. By just walking in and asking to see a Detective.

Strangely, no one ever guesses that you are a Detective. Which always puzzled you but you’re assuming that’s why everyone was looking at weirdly. And that they weren’t the only ones for that matter. Anybody who knew you before the age of eighteen would have never ever guessed that you would become a Police Officer. You grew up in Tribeca, daughter to the owners of one of the countries biggest Pharmaceutical companies. Both Chemists by trade quit their jobs and founded their company way before you were born. They had you later in life, being their only child, you guess they expected you to go into the same field. You almost did, for the majority of life you wanted to go into Forensic Science despite you parents claims that it was ‘hardly a lucrative field and that you should aim higher’. But you kept finding yourself liking Crime Scene Science over molecular biology. In fact, you discovered that you didn’t want to spend your life doing that. You wanted to be the person solving the crime, pursuing the suspects, dealing with victims and whatnot.

So when you graduated, instead of attending Columbia like your parents expected. You enrolled in the police academy and began the journey to start doing something you actually wanted to do. And a lot of people you knew thought that you were just some rich girl who wanted attention and trying to slum it for a while but you stuck with it because it’s all you wanted to do. You were looking for meaning in life and helping the people in the way you do, was it?

Sure your parents hardly approved of your ‘lifestyle’ but they came to accept it. You were there only child and if they wanted to keep you in their lives they had to come terms with the fact that you wanted to spend your life as a cop.

“Excuse me?” You asked as you reached the desk the uniform had pointed out, the person who was hopefully Detective Reagan, they were chatting away to another Detective who noticed you as soon as you stopped.

The chair spun around quickly and revealed the person sitting in it. You were taken aback at least. In lack of better words, the person sitting in the chair was one of the most handsome people you’d ever set your hands on. No matter how cheesy or cliche it sounds. The first thing you noticed was his eyes. They were a shade of light green that sparkled even in the harsh light of the squad-room. And then the next thing you noticed was the silver spoon that he had been balancing on his nose.

“Detective Reagan?” You asked as he locked eyes with you.

You felt your own cheeks flush as his eyes widen in realisation. You took a step back as he got up quickly. The spoon falling to the ground as he averting his eyes away from yours as he dusted himself off. He looked back up expectantly as if he was waiting for a response from you.

“Well?” You questioned awkwardly.

“Oh right, sorry about that. I was just trying to prove a point to my friend here and that’s why I had a spoon on my…” He quickly apologised after you assume realising that you had asked him a question, “Yeah, I am. Detective Joe Reagan, that’s me. Can I help you with something? ”

“I’m Detective Y/N Y/L/N,” You smiled lightly introducing yourself as you outstretched your hand to him.

“You are?” He asked surprised, shaking your hand, “You don’t look like a…”

“Cop?” You offered.

“No, no…” He began to apologise again for the second time in twenty seconds.

“Don’t worry about it,” You interrupted to reassure, “I get it all the time.”

“I bet you do,” He agreed, “I have ever seen a cop as…um…I just didn’t expect you.”

“Did my Lieutenant not call your captain?” You inquired.

“No, she did but then Fin called and I just didn’t expect someone as easy on the eyes as you are to turn up.” He responded before blushing himself slightly.

“Thanks, I guess,” You smiled awkwardly.

“Yeah, it was a compliment,” He confirmed, “Um, you’re looking for Gavin Forsyth, right?”

“That’s him.” You nodded.

“What do you think he did?” He asked.

“Nothing, we think he saw something.” You corrected.

“Right,” He nodded.

“What are you looking at him for?” You inquired.

“Three counts of felony gun possession.” He replied.

“So if we find him and if he tells me what I know. DA could knock off one of the charges.” You thought aloud.

“Is that the plan?” He asked.

“It is. Got any issues with that Detective Reagan?” You countered.

“Nope, none at all. It what I would do and call me Joe. Detective Reagan is my brother.” He joked.

“Good to know.” You commented stifling a chuckle, “You can call me Y/N.”

“Alright Y/N,” He smiled, “Take a seat and I’ll go get the case files.”

You nodded in confirmation and took a seat in the chair he had just gotten out of.  You introduced to his colleague who had been watching the whole situation unfold. You smiled a confused smile after noticing he hadn’t gone yet. He nodded before turning around and heading across the room, you watched as he sprinted slightly then stopped himself and then walked normally in a quick stride.

“Is he…?” You asked his partner, Detective Brock Hensen.

“Okay? No, he’s definitely acting a bit strange. He doesn’t normally act like that not even with new people like you. It’s interesting, to say the least. ” He informed.

“You think so?” You probed.

“Umm, he must want to impress you.” He figured.

“Don’t all cops want to impress other cops to show off?” You questioned.

“I don’t think that’s it,” He smirked in an all-knowing tone as if he knew something you didn’t, “you’re going to have to excuse me. Duty calls.”

You watched him walk away and then you turned attention to Joe’s desk. A lot like your desk he liked keeping pictures and trinkets. He had a baseball that you can only assume was signed by a famous player as it was enclosed in a glass case. It was a lot of baseball and football stuff. There were also two pictures. One with Joe and an older woman, you assume his mother as they looked very similar. And then one two young boys and a girl, his niece and nephew you think as he was wearing a ‘Worlds Best Uncle’ shirt. But what caught your eye was the small snow globe that was tucked under his monitor.

It was a beach scene, with a rising sun in the back and two palm trees. It was cute and much better than the one you had. You picked it up carefully, shook it and watched in childish amazement.

“Oh…um…thats…ah.” Joe started to excuse as soon as he reappeared and saw what you were doing.

“Awesome,” You provided still in awe, “It’s much better than my one from Hawaii. Where’d you get it?”

“From this stall on the beach when I went as a kid. It’s the first one I ever I got.” He answered sitting beside you in the seat by his desk.

“You have more?” You asked, looking away from the globe and back at him.

“Yeah, at home. I collect them,” He explained almost shyly.

“So do I.” You smiled, shy yourself, “Ever since I was a kid as well.”

“I’ve never met someone else who does.” He commented. 

“Neither have I.” You added.

You smiled at each other for few moments before blushing simultaneously.

“Anyway, here’s the file.” He announced, breaking the silence and handing it to you.

You read through the file as Joe explained all the progress he made. He had a suspicion about where your guy was. He thinks that he had moved to a new apartment under a fake name using the money he got from illegally selling firearms. He had wanted to check it out earlier but he had to bench to go on the hunt for a prep suspected of murder. The worse the crime accused the faster they find them.

You suggested going now and he agreed. so you both got into his car.

“Thanks, for helping me out with this. I’m sure you have more pressing cases on you plate at the moment.” You apologised, looking over at him briefly from the passenger seat.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure you want to get back to your own case as quickly as possible.” He replied.

“Yeah, but not because of being here, just because I want to be efficient.” You explained, “It’s refreshing to go out with someone new every once in a while, work wise. It’s always useful to get a fresh perspective.”

“Yeah, I say the same thing. Hensen thinks I’m crazy.” He added.

“My partner Sonny’s the same but his boyfriend thinks I’m on to something. Though that could just be him messing with me, he’s our prosecutor and he’s just you know one of those people you want to strangle?” You agreed.

“Yeah, sort of sounds like my brother Danny.” Joe chuckled.

“Major crimes, right?” You asked.

“Yeah, you heard about him?” Joe asked.

“From Jamie, yeah. He works at my station.” You informed.

“Has he ever mentioned me?” Joe questioned.

“Not really. It’s just Danny usually sometimes Erin but mostly Danny.” You responded.

“They have some issues they need to work out.” Joe joked.

“I can tell.” You chuckled.

There were few moments of silence between you.

“So you from the city?” He asked, once again, breaking the silence.

“Yep born and raised.” You grinned, “You’re from Riverdale, right?”

“Yeah but we moved to Staten Island couple years after Jamie was born,” He elaborated, “How about you?”

“Tribeca.” You stated, waiting for a reaction.

“Never moved?” He continued, no relation which surprised you, a lot of people attitudes change after that.

“Nope, parents have lived in the same apartment since before I was born.” You replied.

“You an only child?” He asked.

“Yeah,” You confirmed.

“You can tell.” He commented.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked.

“I don’t mean it in a bad way. You can just tell.” He reassured.

“I always wanted a sibling but my parents kept saying that they didn’t need another child because I was perfect. I bet they wished they did, now.” You said.

“Do they not approve of the whole cop thing?” He asked.

“Right on the money, Detective.” You confirmed.

“You don’t need to be a Detective, to figure that one out. Not a lot of cops come from Tribeca.” He reminded.

“I can name one.” You said.

“Other than you?” He smirked, raising an eyebrow as he parked the car and turned to look at you.

“Well, I can’t name one now.” You sighed over-dramatically as you got out the car, “So you think he moved here?”

“The fake alias he had on file was the one listed on the lease.” He explained.

“Let’s go pay him a visit then.” You suggested, leading the way.

You scanned the building quickly as you walked in and went up to the apartment.

“The doors here.” Joe reminded as he watched you confused as you proceeded down the hallway to the window.

“But the fire escape is here,” You replied, “If he makes a break for it. He’ll go this way and if he goes this way he won’t be able to escape.”  

“Okay then,” He nodded before knocking on the door and introducing himself.

The door open initially but it was slammed in his face and as you expected he tried to escape through the fire escape, where you swiftly caught him. You took him back to the station and he told you what you wanted, which was the witness testimony needed to take your prep to the grand jury. After all was said and done and your suspect was heading off to central booking. Joe offered to walk you out and back to your car.

“I don’t think I could ever work at SVU. I couldn’t deal with that stuff every day.” Joe commented.

“Yeah, you need a thick skin for it, definitely. The few months the hardest, all the stuff sorts of weighs on you until you figure out your way of dealing with it.” You agreed, going through the door he held open for you.

“What’s your way?’ He inquired.

“I don’t spill all my secrets at once, Detective.” You winked.

“You’re right, you need to leave me things a secret.” He agreed.

“And it’s not like Warrant squad isn’t tough. I don’t think I could do it.” You mentioned.

“It does have that heightened danger element to it. No criminal ever wants to see a cop but they definitely don’t want to see one from warrants. We get pulled on more than other units and that turns a lot of people off.” He elaborated.

“In what way?” You asked.

“We don’t get a lot of turn over here as no detectives really want to transfer here and it doesn’t exactly help with the whole dating thing either. Most people don’t want to get involved with someone who has more of a chance of dying than a regular cop.” He explained lightly despite the severity of the implication.

“So, it’s safe to assume that you’re single?” You asked gently.

“I am.” He confirmed.

“Good to know,” You commented.

“It is?” He asked, looking down at you.

“Yeah,” You smiled.

“And I bet it’s hard to find someone who understands how to handle what you do.” He assumed.

“You’re right about that.” You confirmed.

“So it’s safe to assume that you’re single too…?” He asked lightly.

“I am,” You repeated.

“That’s great.” He grinned.

“It is?” You asked.

“Yeah,” He nodded, “ Because it will make it much less awkward when I ask you out.”

“When were you planning on doing that?” You questioned.

“Right now,” He informed taking a step in front of you as you reached your car and asked, “Would you like to go out sometime?”

“ I would,” You blushed, looking away because you were embarrassed by your uncontrollable blushing.

“Good, so I can give you a call later?” He asked you could tell that he was as nervous as you were.

“Yeah,” You nodded, “I’ll see you later then.”

“You will, “He grinned, opening your car door for you.

You slipped in and he closed it. You gave him a wave before you began to drive off with an uncontrollable smile on your face as you went.