Always Home for Sunday Dinner

G is for Golfing

Things weren't as easy as they should be. But it was understanding. He understood how his oldest could feel so down over such a tragedy. Especially considering no one could convince him that he wasn't the cause of his house being burnt to the ground. He didn't expect him to get over it quickly, but he didn't expect the level of guilt he was burying himself in either. And it broke his heart to see him in such pain. He watched him sit in the living room with a cup of coffee in had, staring off into space miserably. If only he could find a way to lift his spirits, but he had a feeling he knew who could. Police Commissioner Frank Reagan turned away from watching his eldest and turned his attention to his youngest, Officer Jaime Reagan pouring him and his father some scotch. He accepted the glass gratefully and the two moved to the table.

"How's he holding up?" Jaime asked about his brother as he took his seat.

"As good as he can be," Frank said while stiffling his real feelings. Because in reality, he was worried about him. He was really worried about what his son would do. He was already considering quitting the force; there was no telling what he was thinking or planning to do next.

"I wish I could do something for him," Jaime voiced.

"Maybe there's something you can do," Frank told him, "He's off tomorrow. Maybe you two could do something."

"I don't think Danny wants to hang out with me," Jaime disagrees.

"Sure he does," his father countered.

"I don't know if he'll go for it dad," Jaime continued, having little faith in the day out going well, "I don't know if it'll work."

"We at least need to try. He needs that," Frank pushed, his concern and desire for his eldest to feel better seeping through his façade. And Jaime could see it too. He could see it in his father's eyes; it was more of an order than a suggestion. Not for him but for Danny. Jaime could understand why his father was worried; he was too. He wasn't used to seeing his older brother in such a state and he didn't know what he could do to help him out of it. Danny always seemed to know how to solve problems and fix any situation. He always had all the answers, and it pained Jaime that he couldn't do that for his older brother.

"Okay. I'll do it," Jaime agreed hoping that it would be what helped his brother out of the state he was in.

"Thank you Jaime," Frank said, grateful his youngest was willing to help his oldest.

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Danny's day off had rolled around, and Jaime had planned a day of relaxation with some friendly competition to lift his big brother's spirits. He had planned for the two to go for lunch then go to the golf course and play a game or two. Nothing was better for releasing anger and frustration than whacking at a bunch of golf balls. He arrived at the Reagan house with the golf clubs loaded in the back seat. He walked up to the front and entered to find his brother getting ready with a very somber expression. It was as if he was trying to make himself happy, but couldn't find anything to be happy about, which made him feel worse. It upset him to see Danny so miserable, but again he didn't know how to make it better. He just hoped that the events ahead would be enough.

"You ready to go?" Jaime asked trying to sound chipper.

"Yep," Danny said simply. He didn't look up at him he just moved to exit the house. He said goodbye to remaining bodies inside the house; Linda already being at work and the boys off at school, and walked out with his youngest brother.

"So you gonna tell me where we're going?" Danny asked walking over to the car.

"I'll tell you at the diner," Jaime said. Frank watched from the front porch as his sons loaded into the vehicle and drove off. This would be good for Danny.