Believing In You (Blue Bloods Fanfiction)

↞ Chapter Two ↠

Episode Two

I don't think anyone expects the accent. That and Kenai, who is certified in pretty much anything she could be. She's my shadow, and goes anywhere I go. Most of the time I get stopped, not in any rude way, just in a 'hey, dogs aren't allowed in here' way. Which I don't mind, usually. That is, if I am just on the edge of running late for a meeting and I get stopped multiple times in the same building it is not generally a thing I'm okay with.

"For the fourth time, license, papers, and I have a meeting with the Police Commissioner." I smile to the woman behind the desk and she laughs a bit.

"Let me guess, the dog?" She asks, and I nod with an amused look on my face. "You'll get nothing from me, Mr...?"

"Howards, Jethro Howards." I readjust Kenai's leash, and hold my hand out to the woman to shake. She accepts it, replying with her name, Detective Baker. "It's a pleasure to meet you Detective."

"He should be ready for you, if you'll follow me." Detective Baker stands to her feet and steps around the desk. I pause, clicking my tongue once to tell Kenai to heel, she does, the Detective passes by and opens the door to the office. "Sir, I have Jethro Howards here for you."

I couldn't hear the reply, but the Detective steps back propping the door open to let me in. I click my tongue twice, and Kenai leaps to her feet and sticks by my side as I walk into the office. I nod in thanks to the Detective, and pause briefly inside the door. The Commissioner's face remains neutral as he stands from his desk and walks toward me.

"Detective Inspector Howards," The man keeps a straight face as he approaches me, his face nearly looks angry, and I fear for a second that I am have already done something wrong. Suddenly his face breaks into a bright smile, he lumbers forward and holds his hand out to me, a chuckle passing through his lips. "It's good to see you again Jethro."

I smile, placing my hand firmly in his and shaking it twice. "It's good to see you again Commissioner."

"Please, Frank." He smiles again, and I repeat his name. "And who is this?" Frank smiles at Kenai, and bends just a bit, extending his hand to her to smell.

"Kenai." Frank repeats her name, scratching her a few times behind the ear before standing back to his full height.

"Here, have a seat." Frank leads the way over to the couch, he takes the armchair next to it, and I sit on the corner of the couch. Clicking my tongue three times for Kenai to tell her to sit, and she does easily. "She's very well trained Jethro."

I smile in thanks, "I would hope, six years in the making."

The Commissioner whistles in astonishment, before sighing heavily. "It's good to see you again Jethro. I'm glad you took the offer of coming back. I was impressed with your work in the United Kingdom, and I think you would be an amazing addition to my forces here."

"Thank you for the offer Com- Frank. It was a little out of left field, if that is the phrase? But not unwanted, I always hoped something like this would come, if I am being honest." Frank laughs, and asks me about my life in London, and if the move was as terrible as it sounds like it could be. We talked for a long time, most of it about life and how each of us had been for the past seventeen years.

A knock sounded on the door, and in walked an older man. He was staring at his phone as he came in, and started talking the second he was in. Frank and I look up suddenly, and I move to stand to my feet but Frank stops me.

"So the mayor is pissed because-" The man who walked in freezes, looking up from his phone. He clicks the phone off and nods at the two of us. "Sorry Commissioner, I thought your meeting finished an hour ago." He checks his watch as he speaks, before taking a few steps back as if he was moving to leave.

"Has it really been that long?" I mutter, spinning my wrist to check my watch. "I'm sorry Frank, I didn't mean to take up so much of your time."

I stand to my feet, using both hands to smooth out the legs of my pants as I do.

"'Happiness is meeting an old friend and feeling nothing has changed.'" Frank quotes, standing to his feet with me.

"Ghandi?" I ask, buttoning my suit jacket closed.

"Unknown. But nice try." Frank smiles, patting his hand onto my shoulder in a fatherly manor. He steps around the armchair and I follow. "This is Garrett Moore, my Deputy Commissioner of Public Information. Garrett, this is Detective Inspector Jethro Howards. One of our newest detectives."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Moore." I smile, extending my hand out to him to shake.

"You as well Detective Howards. Welcome to the New York City Police Department." He says with a smile, and I thank him.

"Well, I had a nice time catching up with you Frank, and thank you for the position." I take a deep breath, reaching forward to shake Frank's hand once again, he reciprocates, and wishes me luck on the job. I thank him, before leaving the office.

I pass Detective Baker with a smile, but the second I step into the elevator the smile falls from my face. I breath deeply, trying to keep it steady while the elevator rattles as it starts too go down. Kenai wines, pressing her nose into my hand. I rub her head, running my fingers across her ears and through her fur. It's therapeutic, which is a part of her certification.

Elevators have never been my thing. They make me to nervous and claustrophobic to be able to handle them on a consistent basis. I'd much rather take the stairs, but when the floor numbers get above forty its just a few to many to go up or down in a short time. The second the elevator beeps and the door opens I'm out of the elevator, and out onto the street, thanking the doorman as I go.

The day had already gone dark,and I'm not even sure how that happened. The lights of the city began their slow process of turning on, the night life joining the scene.

My bike is parked just off to the side, and the Valet, a man called Matthew smiles as he hands me my keys back, I nod in thanks approaching my bike and pulling out the helmets. Kenai gets her helmet first, followed by her goggles before I pat the seat to tell her to hop up. She does, rolling her tongue at me in an open mouth smile. I tug my helmet on and pull my leather riding jacket on, carefully swinging my leg over the bike and starting it up.