Believing In You (Blue Bloods Fanfiction)

↞ Chapter Eleven ↠

Episode Five

I could only last an hour in the interrogation room, the shouting from Danny wasn't really getting us anywhere, so I took it on myself to look at the other sides of the man. We knew where he came from, and everything surrounding the now, but something really wasn't lining up about something.

Well, I wasn't making sense in the moment either, but I had something on the tip of my tongue and that just wasn't working properly. The Feds answered every request that I had, no matter how odd they appeared.

"The idiot wants a drink." Danny startled me when he suddenly appeared over my shoulder, his voice still sort of raised after being in the room with Steve.

"Get him some ice." I threw a glance over my shoulder and watched the gears turn in his head after my statement. His eyes were blank, but after a moment they lit up with realization and he snorted loudly.

"Ice. Right." He shakes his head as he laughs, grabbing a chair from the desk next to me and pulling it to him to sit at. "Anything on the NSA feed?"

"Lots of chatter, but nothing seems to relate." He lets out a little noise of acknowledgement, but doesn't say anything. I considered every fact of the case for a moment, but every thought came back to the e-mail. Danny had pushed me out of the way a bit, and taken the computer to look at all the information available. "You know what, pull up the original email."

"Why you got something?" He clicks a few buttons, and leans back when the email is on the screen.

"Throughout the many years of me being an officer, and then making my way to Detective Inspector I picked up languages throughout my time. One of which is Arabic." I squint at the screen before lifting my hand up to point at one of the words. "This word here, Mintaqa. If I were a native speaker, I'd know that this word means 'area' but since-"

"Since he isn't a native speaker, he meant something else." Danny finished, and I nodded twice.

"Exactly." I stand up, grabbing Kenai's leash, "I need to know exactly what he thinks he meant."

"Give him a minute longer. I want to let him simmer a bit in there." Danny holds his hand out to stop me, and I nod before sitting back into my seat.

I lean over and grab a sheet of paper, beginning to scribble lists of words on it. "Right so, Mintaqa could mean zone, area, and/or region."

"But that fully relies on whether or not Hassan even wanted to say that." Danny sounded distracted when he replied, and when I looked over at him he had pulled his phone out again and was dialing a number again. He put the phone against his ear and groaned loudly. "Dammit."

"No answer?" He nods, and I turn back to the paper on the desk. I scribble the next word that he could have meant, sharie, which means street, but could also be misunderstood as road.

"Ay-ay-ay." He pats my arm, and answers his ringing phone. "Linda?"

His face was lit up for a second, before he looked sufficiently disappointed. "Yeah, yeah, credible threat in Manhattan. You guys still in Brooklyn?" He pauses, to listen to the answer I assume, and then responds. "Yeah, and her phone keeps going straight to voice mail. Damn battery's so old it won't hold a charge. --No you're staying there. Just stay in Brooklyn okay? Please?"

When he doesn't hang up after that I ask who it is, and when he replies with his older sister I just nod, starting to move back to what I'm working on, but he puts his finger in the air.

"Hold on, I'm putting you on speaker." He does just that, and I lean a bit closer to the phone. "This is my partner, Detective Inspector Howards."

"Pleasure to meet you Miss. Reagan." She replies the same, before asking what we had.

"We've pulled over every freakin' Arab in the state in an SUV, and still nothing." Danny is the one to reply, and I just nod a bit. 

"Why are you so sure he's Arab?" Miss. Reagan asked, and suddenly I started to re-think everything in the case.

"Oh bullocks," I mutter, reaching over to grab the phone. Danny makes a noise of protest, but I ignore him. "Miss. Reagan, what do you know about the new profiles? Danny mentioned that you are a lawyer, you've got to have something right?"

"Erin, please, and yes. It's all constantly changing, right now there is a video out in English recruiting American terrorists. I have five cases alone on the matter."

I nod, even though I know she can't see me. "Thank you Miss. Reagan-Erin." I correct myself.

"You're welcome. Maybe Danny should take some pointers from you on being polite." Erin laughs, and I give a polite chuckle, ignoring the look that Danny gives me, and hanging up the phone. I hand it back to him.

"You work on looking at those stop and frisks from earlier." He looks at me funny, and I explain. "Those that we passed over because they were to nice, to white, or whatever. I'm going to go and have a word with our friend in the box."

Danny nods, moving to pick up the desk phone as I get up from the table. I click print on the email, snag it off the printer, and just as I step away from the desk, I remember the glass of ice. I take Kenai with me, pausing briefly to grab a cup of ice, before continuing to the interrogation room. I let Kenai into the room first, before following through and slamming the door behind me.

"Did you get my water defective?" The man sitting at the table is drumming his finger tips as I walk in.

"Yeah, you know what, I did in fact." I slam the cup of ice on the counter, and lean back to let Kenai off of her leash.

"What is this?" Steve grabs the cup and shakes it, glaring at me angrily. 

"Water." I smile sarcastically. 

He glares at it for a moment, before knocking it away and spilling a few pieces onto the floor. Kenai dives at the few pieces on the ground, licking and munching on those nearest to her. Steve and I just watched each other for a minute, before I set the paper on the table in front of me, and motion for him to look at.

"What does it say." It wasn't a question, I knew what it meant, but I needed to know what he thought it meant.

"Well copper," he mimics my accent for a moment, before dropping it to continue. "you know what it says."

"Yes, I do. But it doesn't make sense." I pick up the paper and begin to read from it. "'No rest for the oppressors today in New York City.' And?"

"I asked for water."

"You can wait, you aren't going to die of thirst anytime soon." I throw a glance to the window, as if I were looking at Danny Reagan. "Other things maybe, but definitely not that. 'No rest for the oppressors today in New York City.'"

"We've already been over this."

"But there's more than just that." I put the paper down on the table, and read the next line out loud in Arabic. He looked surprised.

"You know Arabic?" I just nodded in response, pointing at the next word. "Crusaders, Enemies."

"What's this one?"

He takes a glance at the word I've pointed at, before replying. "Fireball."

"And this one?" Steve glares at me, "Oh, come on. Humor me."

"Park."

I snatch the paper up, making a noise of acknowledgment as I stare at the word on the page. "Park. Interesting. Well, this word means 'area.'"

"I'm not an idiot, I wrote it. It means park."

"No mate, 'mintaqa' means 'area.' A non-Arabic speaker wouldn't know this, but you know what it's a simple mistake to make. Points to you for trying." I nod in mock thanks, and move to leave.

"Wait but I haven't told you anything."

"Actually, you've told me everything." I open the door, but pause briefly to nod at the man, "Cheers mate."