Not Going Anywhere

"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.

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

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• ❤️

Linda Reagan was pretty sure life had finally settled for her. Her husband was back from Iraq, they had a healthy baby boy, and an energetic toddler running around. She was aware of the baggage soldiers came home with, she just wasn't prepared for it to crash into her. He was okay, right? He was functioning, eating enough, working out- all normal things, right? So why did he feel defeated, lonely, inadequate? Why was there constantly a black cloud over his head... if he was completely fine? **TRIGGER WARNING: MATURE NIGHTMARE MATERIAL**

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.

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.

Have you ever heard of the youngest Reagan sibling? No? That's because she is in Iraq fighting a war in the Army. What happens when she comes back? Will she suffer from PTSD or will she get over it? Will her family try to help or push her away? Read to find out. I don't own blue bloods. Only Alison. There will also be plots from other tv shows. I do not own them either.

[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.