Disclaimer and A/N: I do not own Blue Bloods. . .or even the entire idea for this one-shot. In the season 2 episode, "Mother's Day," when Danny and Jamie have that big argument, it really got to me. I wanted to write something of a tag to that episode. Danny's POV. If this story get's enough reviews, I might add a second chapter, but for now, this is complete. Please Read & Review, you know the drill :) P.S. This is my first Blue Blood's fanfiction, and I am relatively new to the show.

Danny was the big brother. His dad had been toughest on him when it came to everything, and it was only fair that he came down hard on his little brothers, share the love. But every lesson Francis Reagan had taught taught Danny had had a purpose, and was never out of line. Danny felt that it was his mission to make sure his brothers learned from his mistakes, even if it meant giving them a hard time once in a while. And no matter what his kid brothers thought, it was always out of concern and love.

But today, today he hadn't seen coming. Or maybe he had, he didn't know. It wasn't uncommon for Danny and Jamie to give each other a bad time. It was what brothers did. What was the big deal, huh?

But when Jamie refused to let Danny have his guy on a case, there was definitely something up. All he needed to do was to get Jamie alone and talk things out. However, things quickly got out of hand.

"This is all clearly stipulated in the guidebook," Jamie argued diplomatically. He sounded just like Erin. It annoyed Danny to no end.

"'…it's all clearly stipulated…'" Danny mimicked. "What are you talking about? Do you even hear yourself? You sound like a Harvard law professor, not even a cop."

Danny knew it was a low blow, and yet, he couldn't help but say it. His kid brother needed to hear it.

Jamie smirked, as though he'd seen the comment coming for ages. "Here we go," he retorted.

"Hey, the truth hurts," Danny stated bluntly.

And suddenly Jamie was defensive, though the argument sounded rehearsed. "I've been on the job over two years now, Danny. I have over 50 arrests. 20 of them are felonies. And I have a successful stint working undercover. So you can stop lecturing me on what it means to be a cop!"

Danny felt what little patience he practiced wearing thin. "Well, look at you," he sneered, "six months doing undercover and now you're what, the freaking French Connection? What are you gonna do next? Replace the old man as commissioner?"

"What is your problem?" Jamie demanded. "What the hell did we ever do to you?"

Danny stiffened. "Who's we? Who the hell are you talking about 'we,' Jamie?"

Jamie shook his head, confirming what Danny already suspected.

"You talking about Joe?" Danny asked, though it was clearly a statement.

Jamie backpedaled halfheartedly. "Let's just drop it."

But it was too late, Danny's blood was rushing to his ears. His face burned with suppressed anger. How dare Jamie bring Joe into this. This had absolutely nothing to do with Joe. "No, no, no, no!" he declared, stepping in his kid brother's way when Jamie tried to walk around him. "You brought it up for a reason. You brought it up, so we're gonna talk about it right now."

"No," Jamie said firmly, but his features suggested otherwise. Whatever was about to be said was a long time coming.

"Yes!" Danny shouted, leaning into Jamie for emphasis.

Jamie hesitated briefly, taking a quick breath before he started into it. "Okay, he used to call me up at school, okay? Tell me about the job, how things were going."

Danny didn't care about backstories. "Will you get to the point?"

"You know the point, Danny," Jamie said, his voice breaking. "You were a hard-ass to him, just like you are to me. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how well he did, he could never get your respect."

Danny heart cinched. He'd always known that Jamie and Joe were best friends, and confided in each other more than anyone else in the family. However, this, this hurt. But Danny was never one to let his emotions out gently. So when Jamie tried to shove past him, Danny grabbed the kid roughly by the shoulders. "You're not walking out on me!" he growled and shoved Jamie against the lockers, just as he would have done to some perp.

And suddenly, they were kids again, physically fighting out their emotions, long suppressed by the maturity of adulthood, shoving and pushing into each other. The next thing Danny knew, Jackie and the Sargent were there, pulling the two apart. It took Danny a few seconds to realize that he was now shoving against the arms of his partner rather than his brother.

She was yelling at him, demanding that he knock it off and what was happening. But he didn't understand her. His anger was swelled against his insolent brothers…brother. Jamie. But also Joe. How dare they think that everything he did to help them was him not showing them "respect". He'd respected Joe more than any other cop he'd known…except maybe his father. And for them to doubt that. How dare they? How dare they!

However, Danny, the one to let his emotions simmer down just as quickly as they boiled over, finally allowed Jackie to calm him to the point of halfhearted civility.

In the end, Danny won the prisoner; however, the white searing pain on his heart was still there. How could his brothers have thought that of him? All those years, him thinking he'd been showing those kids tough love, keeping them safe, keeping them out of same trouble he'd seen himself into a hundred times…and they thought it had been him being disrespectful? Not caring about them? Had they really hated him that much?

Maybe not hate, Danny realized, knowing the word was too strong. He loved his brothers, and he knew that they loved him. And yet, Danny couldn't feel it. Not now.

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