Author's Note: Hey everyone! The big day is finally here! I am so excited! Season seven here we come! Sadly for us this is our last chapter, but I promise we will see each other soon! I know some of you were mad for the way I ended the last chapter, but don't worry, you'll get your answers. So, I want to thank all of you for your continued support throughout this entire story. I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter, so here we go for the last time.

Disclaimer: I do not own Blue Bloods or any of the characters

Epilogue- Please read the final note at the bottom, I have an idea for you all to give an opinion on.

Danny was helping an emotional Jamie into their father's home in Bay Ridge on a rainy Sunday afternoon. He'd just been released from the hospital early that morning, and they'd headed straight for the funeral.

It seemed that out of everyone, Jamie was taking this the hardest, even harder than the family it seemed.

Internally, Jamie was blaming himself. He plopped down onto the couch in the living room and relaxed. He still had some stiffness and soreness even after a week, but the doctors said that was to be expected.

Definitely his most memorable visit had been with Arbogast, who had come just a day prior to his release, once everything was finally done and taken care of and send off for the DA's office to handle. It was also the briefest.

He had brought with him the final report, so that Jamie could see his work finished. "Unfortunately we didn't get every single one of them, but the ones who remain are in hiding and likely not planning on coming out for a while."

"Good. I'm glad."

"You did good work here Reagan. I'm proud of you."

Jamie smiled "Thank you."

"You kept a level head, and you did what you needed to do to get the job done, and you didn't let anyone stop you from doing that. You know, we need that guy." Arbogast had hit him gently on the arm and left him to ponder that last statement.

The funeral itself had been brief, but Jamie couldn't make himself stay for the entire thing. Even then, he had stayed in the back during the portion of the service he was there for. Quite a big audience had shown up, as the Sanfino takedown had already hit the press and cycled through. Luckily for Jamie, they had managed to keep his name out of things, out of a respect for privacy and safety reasons. He appreciated it, as this had been a hard week and he didn't want reminders of what had happened.

And of course everyone knew that it wasn't his fault except for Jamie. He wasn't there, and there's nothing he could have done. Nonetheless, it didn't keep the doubts from creeping into his mind.

His heart had stopped in the first few seconds that Renzulli had fallen over, before his friend started to stir and sat up.

In the background, Jamie could see someone kneeling over a person on the ground, and relief instantly washed over him. It wasn't his partner. He had just gotten to the ground as a precaution, is all. (This is revenge to werks for all the times you made me think Jamie was dead.)

A split second later, Noble took off, and nobody was able to pursue him. The officers kneeling over the body had left their criminals unattended and were being watched by those not helping, it was all hands on deck. Jamie's heart stopped once again when Renzulli got up and approached the person laying on the ground.

Bianca.

It would be revealed later from another officer's camera that the man had been trying to shoot Noble and make due on the hit, but he had twisted, trying to get the officer hit. But he twisted too far and the bullet had hit his sister instead. Noble didn't even give it a second thought, he just ran.

Bianca was pronounced dead on the scene. The only person even involved in the operation that seemed to car was Jamie, who had felt sickened when the familiar knell came from the church earlier that day.

Once everyone was brought in and processed, interrogations began. It was definitely a task keeping all of them apart so that they couldn't try and figure out a story. But they managed to somehow get everything they needed for the DA wrapped in a little bow by the next afternoon.

Danny himself had been absolutely disgusted once he read the final report, and nearly killed Uncle Phil himself once he heard the report of Jamie's kidnapping. There were details in there he never wished to know and probably would never forget.

He went and got his little brother a glass of water and gave it to him before sitting down next to him.

"How are you holding up little brother?" Danny asked.

"What do you mean Danny, I'm fine."

"You know what I mean. And don't give me that crap. Nobody else is here but Pop and he's upstairs, we'll be alone for a while until everyone else gets back from normal mass."

Jamie sighed. "Honestly? I'm not at one hundred percent. But I'm doing better, I really am. I talked to the hospital shrink because of protocol or whatever, and I haven't had a nightmare I couldn't control since then. They're still there, and I still have to look around all the time, but I am really getting better."

"That's good. When I read that report, and God I wish I hadn't…I just didn't know what to think."

"At first I thought they would just kill me and dump my body in the woods when we pulled over, but then he pulled out that syringe and I knew something was up."

"I'm proud of you kid. And so is dad."

Jamie nodded and closed his eyes, relaxing into the couch. "I'm glad this is over and done with."

"Me too kid. Me too."

THE END

Author's Note: How did you like it? Did the finale give you what you wanted? I wasn't sure how else to wrap this up, so I wanted a nice little brother moment. But guys, I'm thinking sequel? Sanfino's revenge? Let me know what you think about that. Please review!