Always Home for Sunday Dinner

E is for Earthquake

"Dammit!" Detective Danny Reagan cursed as he burnt his hand on the coffee maker. The morning had just started and for him it was already one of his worst. First, his eldest son Jack who thankfully for him had the day off woke him up late. He had jumped out of bed, rushed to prepare breakfast and wake up his youngest Sean, and while his boys were now back on track, he himself was running late for work. He hurrying helped Sean pack his things for school and rush out the door, leaving him as the only straggler behind.

"Dad," Jack spoke up watching his father struggle with the kitchen appliance, "You sure you don't need any help?"

"I'm alright Jack thanks," Danny said, "You eat something?"

"Yeah," he said, "You already asked me that,"

"Right," his father nodded, "You know where everything is and call if you need anything."

"I got it dad," Jack answered as his father headed for the door. "What about your breakfast?"

"I'll find it on the way," Danny said throwing on his coat, "Bye buddy."

"Bye dad," Jack said as Danny practically ran out the door.

His drive to the precinct could in no way be considered safe or legal at all. He just prayed as he rushed to the office in his SUV that he didn't get stopped for a ticket. But even with his foot firmly on the pedal he couldn't do much about the slow traffic, or the never-ending red lights. He grew frustrated as the drive continued, knowing very well that this would not be a good day for him. Finally after all that fuss, he had arrived to the 54th precinct with a fairly low tolerance level. He threw the coat he tossed in the back seat onto his back before entering the building as calmly as possible. He walked right over to his partner who was already sitting at his desk, working on their recent case.

"Hey," he said to her frazzled.

"Hey," Detective Maria Baez greeted him, "What took you so long?"

"Rough morning," he answered as his partner handed him the case file, "What this?"

"Caught a homicide in the upper west side," she explained as he read through the file, "Wealthy developer was found dead this morning."

"Any witnesses?" he asked.

"Nope," she said, "Or at least none that have come forward."

"Great," Danny said turning to leave, but stopped the minute he saw his sister, ADA Erin Reagan walking towards them with briefcase in hand.

"Hey," she greeted the two detectives.

"Hey what are you doing here?" Danny replied, "Lemme guess you're the DA on this case."

"Yup," Erin replied, "It's your lucky day."

"Yeah lucky me," he said sarcastically, as the two detectives headed off with the ADA is toe.

As hours past, Danny and Baez continued to work on their case with Erin overviewing their work. But everything they kept suggesting, it didn't seem like anything was going to push the case in the right direction especially without enough evidence.

"We're getting absolutely nowhere," Baez said.

"Yup," Danny sighed, "No weapon, no witnesses, not even anything from the wife."

"Try the neighbours again see if they saw or heard anything," Erin suggested, "Even if it means going door to door."

"Anything off the surveillance cameras?" Danny asked, hoping to find anything.