Believing In You (Blue Bloods Fanfiction)

↞ Chapter Fifteen ↠

Season Two, Episode Eight

Henry didn't answer, and it didn't feel proper for me to leave this sort of news as a message. I dialed his officer number. "Police Commissioner's office, this is Detective Baker, how can I help?"

"Baker, it's Jett," She started to say hello to me, but I interrupted, "Henry Reagan had a heart attack, I tried to call Frank, but he didn't answer-"

"He's with the Mayor right now, but I will tell him." I could hear her mutter a prayer, and the loud opening of a door, the phone shuffled a bit, before Frank asked who it was into the receiver.

"Frank, it's Jett, Henry- Henry had a heart attack, we've gotten him to a hospital, but I'm not sure what comes next-"

"I'm on my way." Frank interrupted, and I told him it was St. Victor's before he hung up. I had made it inside the hospital at this point, and Linda was speaking to a doctor. I told her that Frank was on his way, before calling Danny next. He started the call off by joking that I was already missing work, and I felt terrible for sharing the bad news. Erin was the easiest to tell, she took the news in stride, and said that she would pick up all three kids on her way to the hospital.

Jameson was my last call, and it took three times before he answered. "Jett, what is it?" He sounded worried, and suddenly I realized what three missed calls looked like for someone whose boyfriend was undercover in a mafia.

"I'm alright, it's Henry. He had a heart attack, they are running tests to figure everything out, and he's stable right now. We're at St. Victor'."

"Oh god, I'll get over there as quickly as I can." Jameson sounded rushed when he spoke, and I promised to keep him updated until he got here.

As we hung up with quick goodbyes, he told me he loved me. Not just 'love you' but 'I Love You.' Those three little words were enough to put a pause in my steps. My phone stayed against my ear, even after it had shut off from the end of the call. The words on my lips to say them back, but he was long gone. Someone called my name, and I turned, head still reeling from the confession of love that Jameson had given to me. It felt like a secret, but two deep breaths put it in the back of my head, to think and overthink later, when Henry was alright.

"Jett," Linda's voice broke my thoughts, and as I turned to her I realized how scared she was. Her hand was on Kenai, but her eyes were bright red. I reached out to Linda, hugging her tightly and mumbling words to a nursery rhyme, a habit of mine in times of stress. I could feel her tears soaking through my shirt, but I did not bother myself with it. Instead, I kept an eye on the entrance, waiting for the first member of the Reagan family to show up.

I did not have to wait long.

The doors flung open, revealing Frank Reagan, security team and all. He walked towards us at such a quick pace that I nearly believed he was running. "Jett, Linda." He reached out to Linda, and she hugged him tightly, her head just barely brushing the middle of his chest. "How is he?"

I took a deep breath before speaking, worried that the sound would come out strained or forced. "It was a heart attack."

"Is he okay?" I nodded, not adding the words 'for now' no matter how much I should. "What happened?"

Linda pulled away from Frank, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand before speaking, sniffles dotting her words. "We were in the kitchen, getting the turkey ready, and he just..." Linda grabbed her shoulder in the way that Henry had, "I just, oh god, I was so scared, and I had no idea what to do." She reaches backwards towards me as she spoke. "Jett caught him, when he started to fall. He got the paramedics, he drove me here. He, he really was a life saver."

When Frank her that, he reacted quickly, in three strides he was right up next to me, and in the fourth movement he wrapped his arms around me tightly. I was started, just a bit, but I eventually did the same. Frank was only an inch or so taller than me, but he had more mass. The size of his shoulders were nearly double my own, so it was a feat for me to hug him back. When the pair of us pulled away, he said thank you, one more time, before walking into the hospital room.

The doctor approached Linda and I outside the room, and Linda led her in. I waited outside, watching for any other Reagan's to show up. It felt like barely a few minutes, the doctor had gone and Linda with her, when Danny walked in. His coat billowed behind him as he sprinted down the hallway.

"Jett!" He shouted, screeching to a stop in front of me. I updated him with everything that I knew, and for some reason he was feeling just as affectionate as the Commissioner, because he reached his arms out and hugged me. "Thank you for saving my grandpa Jett." He muttered, I hugged him back, before pulling away and rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand. He let out a bit of a laugh, reaching into his pocket and offering me a tissue. I accepted it gratefully, smiling as I dabbed away the tears. "The old tank has that effect on people." I nodded in agreement. "You alright?"

"I'm fine," I mumbled, embarrassed that I was crying, but everything that was happening made me remember what it was like to have a family. I expressed that to him, and he nodded, before saying something that I don't think I'll ever forget.

"You're a part of our family now Jett." His hand touched my shoulder, "I promise." I smiled, thanking him, before watching him go into the room. Three deep breaths cleared away the little bit of tears, and the doctor and Linda returned.

Danny didn't stay for long, and as he left he kissed his wife goodbye. Linda invited me into the hospital room when she walked back in, and I followed. The look of Henry on the bed, pale and sick, was strange. He was missing his usual smile, and his eyes were closed tightly. Linda, Henry, and the doctor talked about the surgery, and as the doctor leaved to get the operating room ready, Linda reached out to me, taking my hand, and Frank grabbed the other.

"All that's left is to say a prayer." Frank muttered, bowing his head, "And right now, God goes by the name of Durrell."

I prayed more than I had in a long time, asking for every good thing for this family.