Believing In You (Blue Bloods Fanfiction)

↞ Chapter Twenty-Four ↠

Season Three, Episode Twenty-Two

Danny made his way straight to the precinct from the Bitterman houses, and once there we separated. I made my way to the case file room, and he took Kenai down a few blocks to get us something to eat.

It took me minutes to track down the file, and once I did I grabbed a cup of coffee and the file and sat at my desk.

I was curled around myself in a way, my elbow propped up beside the file on my desk, my fingers twisted in the ends of my hair that was getting to long on the back of my neck and my eyes focused on the words in front of me.

The jumper was a young woman called Noni Palmeira, and her boyfriend was a main man in the Los Lordes  gang. Her file was fairly full, but none of it was to much just a few possession collars, resisting, parking tickets, most of it was from her connection to her boyfriend.

It was a fairly standard file, until I made my way to her first appearance in a police Precinct, ten years ago, with Danny as the Detective with her case.

I knew he would be heartbroken to hear that someone he had dealt with when they were a child had gone so far as Noni Palmeira had, but I knew that it would be helpful to the case for that small connection all those years ago.

"How much dirt on the jumper?" Danny's voice nearly startled me, and I sighed as I sat back in my chair. He passed a bag over to me, and I accepted it with a smile.

"Please be a bagel, please be a bagel," I muttered under my breath as I opened the bag, "Yay!" Danny shook his head at my childish behavior and I just smiled as I pulled the bagel out of the bag and started to answer his question. "Nothing too bad, all things considering."

I started to list of what she had, but the ringing of my phone distracted me. I passed the folder over to him, glancing at the caller I.D. before excusing myself from the conversation and stepping towards the back door of the precinct.

"Frank," I answered, knowing why he was calling but not wanting to assume.

"How's the noggin'?" There was a language gap for just a second, I had forgotten what 'noggin' had meant but replied all the same.

"Took a licking, but keeps ticking." I said it with a smile, "What can I help you with Sir?" I switched to the more formal approach to the conversation, because I knew that this was more than just a friendly checking-in call.

Frank sighed. "They may have hit you with a bottle, but Danny'll hit back with a nuclear missile."

I snorted, "You're not wrong."

I could basically see the smile on Frank's face as he chuckled under his breath before sighing. "Everything about this Bitterman thing, it needs to be by the book." I knew the comment wasn't directed at me, but at how Danny would approach the situation.

"You have my word Frank." I could practically feel myself straighten my back as if I was standing at attention, "I'll keep this by the book."

"Thank you Detective Inspector Howards." Frank sighed before thanking me one more time and then hanging up.

My phone chimed with a text from one of my informants at the Bitterman Project, who was informing me that the wake for Noni and her son was scheduled for tomorrow, and as I walked back to Danny I called it out to him.

"I got someone who'll be there, already asking everything from him that I can." My phone chimed again, and I glanced at it. "Oh, woah, Nona is with Santana."

Danny wasn't looking at me as he spoke. "Yeah that's expected she's a-"

"No, she's with  Santana. Friends with more than just benefits." I clicked my phone off, dropping it in my pocket, and taking a seat in my chair. "I think we can figure something out there."

My mind was already turning with ideas, and I could tell Danny wasn't really concentrating on what I was saying. Someone started to shout, and I glanced over my shoulder.

"Hey, isn't that-" Danny started, before glancing down at the file in his hands and back up at the the guy that was being dragged in by an officer.

"I know my rights! Lawyer!" It was all the man was saying, "Lawyer, lawyer, lawyer, lawyer," and I smiled at Danny.

"What are the odds?" I mutter, before standing and facing the officer. "Officer Leavey! We'll take him in the box." He nodded, changing directions and making his way to the box. "You want him?"

Danny didn't think twice before replying. "Hell yeah I do." His whole demeanor changed, his shoulders squared off, and he seemed to gain a few inches in height.

I was quick to stop him. "Danny this has  to be by the book. You can't go off on the guy, you can't coerce him. He has to be willing." Danny softened. "By the book."

I thought for a second that I had gotten him to calm down, but the snark took its place and he sarcastically saluted. "Yes boss."

I shook my head as he walked away. I glanced reached across my desk, dragging the banker box of files across the crack separating the desks and onto mine.

The information we had on Santana and his gang was infinite, dozens of files in dozens of boxes, but none of it meant anything at the moment. I clocked the car that Santana drove, some fancy-high-and-mighty car that on a Detective salary no one could afford, but knew that Danny had always wanted something like this.

I was more of a classic car fan.