Believing In You (Blue Bloods Fanfiction)

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Season Three, Episode One

"You should have kept a better eye on the road." The man called from the front seat. His arm was thrown over the seat in a half-hazard kind of way, the barrel of my gun trained on me without him looking, but the threat was still there. "I would-a thought Danny Reagan's partnered be a bit smarter than you."

I moved, pushing myself to my hands and knees, trying to keep low to the ground while also trying to reach the back door of the van. Suddenly he slammed on the breaks, hitting a sharp turn, before bringing the van to a complete stop. I lost my balance, tipping off of my hands and knocking my head against the wheel well of the car.

"Bloody hell," I muttered, pressing a hand to my temple and watching as it came away lightly tinged with blood.

The man turned, smirking at me just a bit, and, though I had my hunches about who it was, when I turned I realized just who it was. Benjamin Walker. He kept the gun trained on me, as he slowly moved from the front seat to sit on the wheel well in front of me.

"Benjamin Walker," He introduces himself, his voice scratchy and low. "Though you probably already knew that, Detective Inspector Jethro Kyle Howards."

He used my full name, which was a mouthful, and rather strange to hear. And as I thought a second more on it, I realized he meant it as a threat. I open my mouth to say something, but Walker interrupts by shoving the barrel of the gun in the side of my head. I take a deep breath, trying to calm every nerve in my body that is telling me to run and duck for cover.

My phone starts to ring, and a string of curse words leaves my mouth in such a way that if Jameson was here he would probably blush.

"Oh? Let's see who it is." Walker nudges me backwards against the van, before using the barrel of the gun to push the lapel of my jacket to the side. He reaches in with his free hand, and I catch sight of the phone screen as it goes by my face. Jameson.

Walker presses the decline button, and instantly it starts ringing again, which meant something urgent, as he wouldn't usually call so many times. Walker grunts, pressing decline, and opening the call app on my phone. He dialed a number, and pressed the phone up against my ear. It rang for a moment, before Danny answered.

"Where'd you go? You take Kenai to central park?" He said it with a laugh.

"Danny-" My voice cracked when I spoke, my eyes trained on the gun still pointed at my head. Benjamin Walker moved the gun a bit, and I felt the metal brush against my temple, he pulled the phone towards himself.

I could just barely hear Danny as Walker placed the phone against his own ear. "What's the matter J?"

Walker chuckled in a dry sort of way. "What makes you think something is wrong?"

I could picture Danny's face, as he had this moment of panic and realization, before it switches quickly to anger. I wish I could hear his response.

"How sweet, you remember me." Walker nudges me a bit with the gun, and I tense up again, trying not to shake. "It's been a long time. I wondered." He spoke with an edge to his voice. A pause, Danny said something I couldn't hear, "And they say that chivalry is dead." Another pause. "It's a great idea. In fact, well, you read my mind. At our favorite park, where you arrested me."

The image of Danny looking like he was on the verge of beating the shit out of something flashed in my head.

"And Danny, come alone, alright?" Walker hung up, and looked at me. My phone started to ring again, and I could just barely see the phone screen as Walker declined another  call from Jameson.

Walker told me to lean back, and I did, holding my hands out to the side as he pat around my coat's and pant's pockets. "What have we got here?" He spoke mostly to himself, pulling out my carton of not-cigarettes, my dog leash, but forgoing the odd bits of papers that were in my coat pockets. My handcuffs were clipped to the back of my belt, and no matter how much I hoped he wouldn't find them, Walker made a noise of twisted happiness when his hand landed on them.

"Gimme those." He mumbles, clipping one side to my left wrist and the other goes around a bar on the ground and onto my right wrist. I swear I was glaring daggers at him. My phone started to ring again, and suddenly I didn't care about my situation, because Jameson needed me right now and I couldn't be there for him. "God he's annoying."

Walker declined the call for the umpteenth time, opening the back door and chucking my phone out it. He slammed it shut, and as he passed me he tapped the side of my head with my gun, and I flinched subconsciously. He stepped into the front seat, starting the car and driving off once again. With every bump of the road, a little bit more anxiety filled me.

But I needed to come out of this okay, because Jameson had called me five times in ten minutes, and he needed  me. As we drove, every single thing that could have gone wrong ran through my head, but the worst, the absolute  worst thing I could think of was that it wasn't Jameson calling, but rather Renzuli, or this new partner that he doesn't like. Either of them calling on his behalf.

And I don't know what could be worse than that.