Not Going Anywhere

Linda O'Shea is a twenty two year old nurse with "no life". All her friends are married, getting engaged, or pregnant. She wishes she had someone of her own. Her world stops when a twenty three year old rookie cop enters her ER. ******* Danny Reagan, a twenty three year old rookie cop, is happy in life. Sure, he hasn't had a steady romance since high school, but when a bullet wound sends him to St. Vic's, his world changes. Each chapter switches between Danny/Linda's view point.

Jamie makes detective. The story first takes place with him at the ceremony!?! Big chances happen in this story Involving Jamie and Eddie relationship. And some things with the Reagan family. •family is the heart of the home• ❤️

Things are going pretty well for the Reagan family. They all have steady careers, whether as police officers, nurses, attorneys, or even students. Things were going well- a little TOO well, if you asked Frank. It was going too smoothly for his mind to be at ease.... But he would come to regret he ever thought that... Mature content: implied rape, depression/post traumatic stress, a little adult humor

It's not like I asked for this. I didn't ask. I didn't want this. But now there's nothing in this world that I could want more. Him, next to me. Smiling. Us sitting next to each other. Holding hands. Kissing. Hugging. Everything. Frank; a depressed kid with problems no one could imagine. And a desire to die. Gerard; another depressed kid who doesn't want life anymore. 3:39 am. Gerard finds Frank passed out on the beach. 5:24 am. Frank wakes up in his room with no memory of two hours before. 6:12 am. Mikey, Gerard's brother, sits in his brother's room, talking about the boy Gerard found on the beach. 9:52 am. Gerard wonders about the boy on the beach. 10:43 am. Frank wonders why he's still alive. 12:37 pm. Mikey wonders why his friend, Frank, is acting so weird. 2:19 pm. Gerard leaves the house and goes to the beach, where he found the boy. 3:49 pm. Frank realises someone found him. 5:26 pm. Mikey wants to know what the fuck is going on with the two important people in his life. Disclaimer: I only own characters that I have made up, all others I do not own, even though sometimes I wish I did. Cover made by a most wonderful person, BeatusQuinnOfficial (c) eat-a-butt-jurard

"I've been waited my whole life to kill you, and you're telling me you can't die?" "Uh, yes?" "Are you freaking kidding me?!" "Uh, no." ------------ I'm so crappy at descriptions, I'm sorry 😬 Basically this is my first fanfic but, I've written other works before but, all those are original. I own all the characters but, Wilford Wafstache I guess 🤷🏾‍♀️ ----- There is some cussing but, it's bleeped out.

"𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜, 911." "𝐻𝑖, 𝐼'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛." Set in the end of July 2020, one simple call could uncover a secret and change the lives of the intelligence unit forever. •~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~• Side Note: When I initially wrote this 2020 was still months away, and so we're just going to pretend that Covid 19 has not affected this Chicago Universe because rewriting this would be a headache, especially with some of it in New York. Warning : Some Chapters might get a little disturbing for some people. I'm sorry if some information is incorrect. I've tried to get it as Factaully correct as I can. Disclaimer: The plot is all mine however the shows, settings and most of the characters are not, they belong to Dick Wolf and the rest of the Chicago PD team.

Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)

[COMPLETED] "Shoot," Joey mumbles, letting out a string of profanities under his breath. We turn around to find a group of men, all with guns, standing where we just came from, and they look pissed... probably because they were forced to run through this tunnel after us. "Thought you could get away, didn't you?" The man who I saw before asks. His husky voice booms in the hollow tunnel, reverberating off of the dirt walls. His voice sounds familiar, and a realization strikes me. It sounds like the man from my dream. I remember him holding a gun and wearing a blue suit, smiling evilly at me. "Leave us alone," Joey says, sounding dangerous and snapping me out of my thoughts. The levity of the situation hits-we need to get out of here. I look around for a route of escape and thankfully I see a light, literally, at the end of the second tunnel. I let out a small, almost inaudible, gasp and nudge Joey. He looks at me and I subtly gesture with my head to the second tunnel. He glances at it and immediately we are on the same page. His jaw sets and he looks at the group. The man speaks up again, chuckling darkly-a sound I will never forget and will be permanently etched into my brain, "You can thank your father for starting this mess." -------------------------- Liza was a normal teenaged girl, living the average life that an eighteen year old girl should be living. She had good friends, good grades, a happy family, a loving boyfriend, and an overall content life, seemingly having everything a person could ask for. However, when she somehow gets thrown into the mix and is in the crossfires of a brutal mafia war that she has no business being a part of, things spiral out of control and she has to do whatever it takes to regain her freedom. In this hectic adventure of gun fights, torture, bank robbing and intimidating mafia men, Liza has to face it all, putting her average life on the line in order to defeat the bad guys and go back to her normal way of living.

Johnny Brasco was shot and killed on the side of the road in the evening in New York City. His death triggers a lot of connections, such as one from his line of work - the dangerous kind. The killer is now on the loose, but for how long? That is up to the English mob to decide. With Jacob Withson at the top, an operation is created to bring down his ruthless rival, and the killer themselves, is suspected to be amongst them. Will he risk his life and the lives of his people to avenge his late friend? Or will he become the next victim? [[word count: 40,000-46,000 words]] Cover designed by Anthony Creek *** He heard banging and screams, but he still proceeded to try the knob anyway. Which was already a dumb move. The victim wouldn't have struggled if the door wasn't locked in the first place. A voice yelled, "Help!" It came from behind the door. Marcus turned around to see if anyone had followed him upstairs, but then he saw no one except a painting on the wall. "Leonardo!" the voice yelled again. "Stop playing games with me. Get me the fuck out of here! Right fucking now!" "Gianna?" Marcus yelled back. "Is that you?" There was no response for a moment. He was assuming that the woman was assessing the situation. "Gianna?" Marcus yelled again. "Hey, it's me! I'm getting you outta here!" "Marcus! How did you get in here?" "Don't worry about it!" He punched the door knob like a clueless idiot, testing if it would break that easily. But he guessed not. All he got in the process was a half-broken knuckle. "Stay away from the door!" he yelled at the woman. "What?!" she replied. Marcus decided to take a few steps away from the door, positioned his shoulders at the right angle, and inhaled a small amount of air for his chest to relax. He allowed his mind to grab the momentum. Afterwards he called it a start and rushed toward the door, like an angry bull upon seeing a red flag.

Katelyn Reagan. Yep that's me. You heard that right. I'm the daughter of Frank Reagan the Police Commissioner of New York City. I'm the younger sister or Danny and Erin Reagan but older sister to Joe and Jamie Reagan. Our mother passed away in mid 2009 of cancer, that was hard on all of us since everyone in the family is close to someone. I'm older then Joe Reagan just by 2 mins and 3 seconds which I always brag to him about and I always get the last laugh. Which doesn't make him to hot, he hates when I do it. I was the first one in the family to not have a job that involves law which didn't make my dad feel to hot. In life Katelyn gets lose and doesn't know where to go or turn to.