Believing In You (Blue Bloods Fanfiction)

↞ Chapter Thirty-Five ↠

Season Two, Episode Twenty-Two

The case of Patrick Goodwin was a heart breaking one, and just like Danny I had one or two like it. Danny had a picture of the little boy in his wallet, he was four years old when he went missing. The mom believed the neighbor picked him up, the neighbor thought the mom did, but he was gone. In cases of a missing child, the first twelve hours are the most important, but it was four hours before anyone realized he was missing.

Danny tried his best, for weeks, but in the end it was decided that nothing could be done.

And I didn't think the day could get any worse.

Leo Packer told us about this guy, Keith Daley, and how he had something to do with the disappearance of little Patrick Goodwin. But he was literally nowhere to be found. I spent an hour or so behind my computer screen, while Danny went to speak with Mrs. Goodwin. I tried phone numbers, addresses, ATV cameras, bank statements, and came up with less than nothing.

Keith Daley was pretty much entirely off-grid. He didn't have a license, or a bank account, and no taxes, which was a crime in-and-of-itself. His previous boss was the owner of a parking garage, and informed us that he was a solid worker, which I thought was surprising. He quit out of nowhere, in the same month that Patrick Goodwin went missing.

Danny called his mother, who hung up quickly after the mother informed him she hadn't seen him in a few years. We both looked at each other, I bounced back in my chair, unsure of what we should do next.

Then suddenly, an epiphany. "Even Al Capone came home on Mother's Day." I muttered, looking up at Danny.

"Huh?" Danny looked like he was dozing off as he looked up at me.

"Even Al Capone came home on Mother's Day." I smiled, clicking a few keys on my keyboard and pulling up Keith Daley's mothers' number. "Yeah, hi, Mrs. Daley. This is-" I paused, "Jett Howards, I'm an old buddy of your son Keith and I just found a box of his old clothes from our old roommate days while I was moving out. I was wondering if I could get his number from you?"

The woman on the other end of the line sounded like a nice enough woman, and when I claimed to be an old roommate she was much nicer to me than to Danny. Mrs. Daley was able to tell me that she hadn't seen him in a while, which was different than three years, and that she'd let him know, next time she see's him.

Which was just enough for us to get a warrant.

Danny smiles, standing from his desk and looking proud of me. "You are a genius."

"I try."

I grabbed my gun from its drawer, clicking it into my holster before clipping Kenai's leash to her collar. Danny started towards the door, but I was quick to get him to stop.

"I'll get it Danny, and send it back to you. I've got somewhere to be and it's on my way?" I said it like it was a question, but I knew he would take me up on it. He pat my shoulder as he passed by.

"Yeah, alright." Danny nodded, "I'll see you tomorrow then."

I smiled, "Course." I said it with a shrug, sending one more smile his way, before leaving out the back door of the precinct. I let Kenai drag her leash after her as soon as we stepped out, which meant she beat me to the car. I had forgotten to roll up the passenger window earlier, which meant I got to see as she leaped through the window and sat with one of her dog-ish smiles at me.

As I climbed into the front seat and started the car, I couldn't move past today, it's like somehow the fifteen years I've spent mourning my parents has all piled into one day, and made everything worse. I felt as though my negative mood to the day was turning everything sour. I had never seen Danny and Jameson at each others throats like that, and as I drove to the DA's office I couldn't help but mull over their argument.

Sure, Danny and I had asked the officers at the 1-2 precinct to keep an eye out on the guy, and to obviously arrest them if they find him, but it wasn't our collar. I had to agree with Jameson, that it was his collar, not Danny's. I hated yelling at the pair of them, but all of it got on my nerves way quicker than I would have liked.

Some part of me told me that their mood was because Mother's Day is tomorrow, like most families that lost their mother-figure at a young age there was tension, and the day wasn't always a happy one. But they had good parts, Erin is a mother, and Linda, and we would celebrate these two wonderful mothers that we had tomorrow. Which meant remembering to get the roast.