Long Lost Blue Blood

You Have A Visitor

Frank Reagan sat at his desk in his office pouring through emails. He had just started to get a tension headache when someone knocked on his door. A blonde detective with bouncing curls peaked her head inside.

"You have a visitor," She said.

"Who is it Baker," he asked her.

"I am unsure," she told him.

"How did they get past security," Garret asked.

"They have a pass," she responded.

"Let them in," he told her.

"Do you want me to stay here," Garrett asked him.

"No Garrett, I will be fine," he informed his friend.

"Send them to Baker," the commissioner told her.

"Yes sir," Baker responded, walking out of the room.

The two of them left the room leaving the commissioners to his own devices.

The door opened again to a man about 5'10 and built like a mac truck. His muscles had muscles. The man pretended like the commissioner wasn't there and his eyes raked over the room as if he was looking for anything hidden. He spent two minutes looking around before stepping back outside.

Frank was confused about what was going on and why was this man surveying the room. Next thing he knew a figure walked in. A young girl. Couldn't be older than 16. She walked into the room confidently with little to no hesitation. She was short. A foot shorter than him. Tiny little thing. Her curly brown hair fluttered down below her waist.

"Sorry to bother you commissioner, my name is Nancy," she greeted.

"Nancy that's a pretty name. Where are your parents," he asked her.

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about," she told him.

"If you need help finding them I can call over some officers to help you locate them," he told her.

Frank stared hard at the girl before him he saw a child in distress. That was his weakness. Children. He gestured over to his couches and walked her towards them.

"I'm afraid that's not necessary sir," she told him.

"I'm confused," he told her.

"I'm not sure how to tell you this, but in 1997 you and your wife found out that you two were expecting another child. A girl," she began. His eyes shot up at her. This was dangerous territory. No one mentions her anymore.

"As I'm sure your aware she went missing when she was six years old at a playground," she continued.

"Have care where you tread," he warned her.

She only sighed and slipped a piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to him.
"I am that child," she told him.

His face lit in shock as his eyes continuously racked over the paper in his hands.

"I got your DNA sample because it's in the database when they rule out evidence as yours at crime scenes," she told him, " the judge signed a warrant and these are the results."

He looked up from the paper and back to her.

"If you want to run the test again I'd understand," she told him.

"No, this was run by one of my forensic labs the results aren't going to change," he told her.

She sighed leaning against the back of the couch.

He looked at her with silent tears running down his face.

"What happened," he asked her at almost a whisper.

Sighing she leaned against the chair.

"I don't remember," she lied.

"I can't believe you're alive. We had always Nancy but feared the worst," he told her.

He looked at her with tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," she told him.

"No, don't you apologize, it's not your fault," he told her, clasping his hands with hers.

"Where have you been, who took you, who are you living with," he started bombarding her with questions when a phone started ringing.

She looked around and sighed.

"I'm sorry that's mine," she said, pulling out her phone and walking towards the window.

"Hello," she greeted.

He watched her as she chatted on the phone. Whoever was on the other line was not telling her the information she wanted to hear. A few seconds later she hung up the phone.

"I'm sorry I have to go take care of this, do you have any more questions for me," she asked him.

"I think your brothers and sisters want to learn about you with me. Why don't you come over tomorrow for Church and Sunday dinner," he asked her.

"I'm not religious, I'm sorry," she said heading towards the door.

"Dinner then, please. I can't let you leave without knowing I'll never see you again," he told her practically begging. He already missed out on 12 years of her life. He didn't want to miss anymore.

"Are you sure? They don't even know me," she told him.

"They will want to know you, their brothers and sisters. Your nieces and nephews, your family," he told her.

"Please we've missed 12 years and I can't handle the thought of knowing you still exist and we don't talk." He told her.

"What time is dinner," she asked with a smile.

"5 o'clock don't be late," he responded with a smile.

Frank watched as she smiled and left his office. Taking a huge sigh he stood up making his way out of the office he stopped by Lieutenant Bakers' desk.

"Baker canceled my appointments for the rest of the day and had the car out front when I get downstairs," he told her.

"Sir what's going on," she asked him.

"Yeah, who was that girl," Garrett asked him.

The commissioner sighed and took a deep breath before responding, "Nancy."

"What's Nancy," Baker asked Garrett as they watched him walk and get onto the elevator.

"His daughter," Garrett responded.

A.N. Please leave me a comment on what you think and if I should add a new chapter.