Believing In You (Blue Bloods Fanfiction)

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Episode Two

My run by the police station was well appreciated by the Lieutenant Gromley who ran the place. He thought I was interesting, even flat out stated it, but I didn't really know how to respond. Gromley provided me with my on-duty weapon, and my detective shield. As well as providing me with old case files for the partner I was assigned too, and told me to head on home. I attempted to tell him I'd want to say, but he sent me out anyways.

Which is how I ended up at a little diner just down the street with a cup of coffee, a bowl of water for Kenai, and a stack of old case files. The man appeared to be one of those detectives that people can only stomach for a short amount of time. Based off of his long list of partners in a short amount of time.

I knew what that felt like.

I had six partners while I was a detective, and two while I was the Detective Inspector. Which is unheard of, especially at my precinct in London. But overtime, those that worked with me learned more and more about why I did things the way I did. But based off of how he worked and how I worked we would mesh very well. He appeared to be more of a violent worker, while I tend to just analyze the situations.

It would be an odd partnership, but I want it to work.

The hours dwindled by as I flipped through case file after case file, and six cups of coffee later (and half the stack) I got a call. It was Gormley, and he had a case. Informed me my partner was already on the way to the scene, and that he wished me luck with dealing with the man.

I paid quickly, but passed up taking my bike to the station. Nine blocks isn't to bad of a trek, and Kenai needed to burn off some energy. Some part of me wished I had a chance to change, but I was also lucky that I had my riding jacket with me. It took down the whole feel of the suit, when the suit jacket is replaced by my leather jacket it doesn't seem so high-and-mighty.

I was at the station in just under fifteen minutes, reajusting Kenai's leash in my hand before pausing at the request of two police officers standing at the entrance. I held my shield up to each of them, waiting for the officer's permission to continue forward. The one to my right nodded, lifting up the police tape and admitting Kenai and I to the stairs of the Underground.

I followed the sound of voices, and when I rounded the corner I was met with a stopped tram and a few more officers surrounding it. 

"Detective Howards?" A voice called from the other side of the police line, I looked up quickly, nodding my head and presenting my shield for the man's eyes. He forces a smile, and holds his hand out to me. "Daniel Reagan."

"Jethro Howards. It's a pleasure Detective Reagan." I smiled in response, and watch with a vaguely humored look when his face shows astonishment at my voice.

"You're not from round here are ya?" He lifts the police line for me as I step underneath, nodding to his back as he leads the way into the tram car.

"I was born in Queens, lived in London for more than half my life. Hence the accent sir." I scan the tram car taking in the look of tossed belongings, and splattered blood across the ground. I un-clip Kenai from her leash and give her leeway in the car, she moves around, snuffling the floor without touching anything she shouldn't.

"Queens, really?" It was rhetorical. "And drop the sir. Call me Danny."

"Yes sir-," I pause, "Danny."

He nods, keeping a close eye on Kenai as she makes her way around the tram. "Does it know what it's doing?"

"She, and yes she does." I click my tongue once and she perks up, prancing over to the two of us and sitting next to me on the ground. I clip her leash back onto her collar and look back up to Danny. "What's the story here?"