AN1 -Welcome to the anthology series Sunday Dinner Partners. I've always had this head cannon that Danny and Jamie's partners always end up at a Sunday Dinner here and there through out their tours. Danny's partners talk about the Sunday Dinners, and Jackie seemed comfortable enough when she was there once. So the more I thought about this, the more I wished we could see these moments. So I present to you, Sunday Dinner Partners. These will not be connected, and outside of a few episode specific dinners, will be only loosely timed to a specific time period in a season. New chapters posted on Sundays!

AN2 - This is set not long after Boogeyman (4.12)

AN3 - Huge thanks to TerryJ ( u/391966/) for all the inspiration, support, and encouragement. If you haven't read "I've Got Your Back, You've Got Mine", you're missing out.

ETA: Thanks to The Great Artiste for catching a pretty important error. Thanks! :)

Chapter One: No Good Deed...

"...8080 Harbor ... View.. Eighty... Eigh.. Damn, Reagan. This better not be a hazing."

Eddie Janko pulled her car up to the curb in front of a massive red brick house, parking behind a green jeep. She was used to growing up surrounded by large houses, but since her father's fall, she hadn't spent much time around these kinds of places, and certainly wouldn't have thought that Jaime would be hanging out at such a house.

Reagan was SO going to owe her for this.

Next time she was just gonna make him suffer without a wallet if he dropped it crawling out of her car post beer and darts. Checking the address he had texted her again to make sure she was at the right place, Eddie sighed and got out of the car, wallet in hand. The air was cold and crisp on the January day, the sky clear and the sun felt great after the last few days of dark skies and slushy weather. Eddie almost regretted not putting her coat back on, but she was just going to be here for a few minutes, she reasoned.

Walking up the steps and down the walk quickly to the door, she paused before knocking, a quick cleansing breath that hung in the cold air in front of her, then quickly knocked on the wood door. A few seconds later an older man in a dark cardigan answered the door, a friendly but curious look on his face as he sized up the short blonde in front of him. "Hello, miss? Can we help you?"

Eddie stammered, trying to figure out what hell Reagan had tricked her into. "Ummm ... Yeah, is Reagan here? I'm dropping off something for him." Eddie wrapped her arms around her torso to ward off the chill of the air as she stood on the step in front of the house.

The kindly man laughed, a jovial tone to his voice as he replied, "Yeah, he's here. But which one, though?" Eddie stared at him for a second, the face of the man who was now waving her inside and away from the coldness while chuckling becoming somehow ...familiar. Where had she seen this face before, and why would Jamie Rea...

REAGAN.

Oh shit.

Correction, Jamie didn't owe her, Jamie was SO FREAKIN dead.

Finally turning the corner, Eddie felt the dread of what she was feeling was inevitable becoming real as she entered the living room where a football game was playing on the TV, the Reagan clan spread out in various groupings around the room, before she laid eyes on the PC, quickly coming to attention out of a mixture of surprise and training, a quick "Sir!" coming out. From the corner of her vision, she could see Danny Reagan smirking behind the beer he was drinking at the reaction while sitting next to a blonde on a love seat across the room from where Janko stood.

Raising a hand to indicate calming Eddie did not feel, the PC said, "At ease, please, Officer Janko." She had only seen the PC a few times, and those times he was either in his uniform for her graduation, or his dark suit and tie. To see him sitting casually on a couch in a tan cardigan, wearing glasses while nursing a beer seemed to make him more human, somehow. A feeling that made Eddie even more uncomfortable at being in his house.

Eddie looked around the room, all eyes on her as they waited for her to explain why she had stopped by, Eddie realized that Jamie was absent from the room. "I ...uh... Jamie dropped his wallet last night, he said I should drop it off here, sir."

The PC's mouth disappeared into his mustache as he nodded quickly. "Very nice of you, Officer Janko."

Elsewhere in the house, a timer went off.

The man who had answered the door, who she now realized was former PC Henry Reagan, turned to head off towards the sound. "Ah, that would be the roast! Dinner in twenty minutes!", he said while walking out of the room, an aroma of salivating food wafting in as the door opened and closed.

The woman who was sitting on the couch with the PC spoke next, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she spoke up. "Well, Officer Janko... "

"Eddie, please, ma'am."

The woman, who Eddie reasoned must be Jamie's older sister Erin, continued. "Ok, Eddie, since you're here now, you really must stay for dinner."

"Oh, I couldn't impose! I'm just ...you know... " Eddie lifted and pointed to the wallet in her hand as she shifted feet nervously.

"Nonsense," the reemerging Reagan patriarch said as he walked back in, carving knife and honing spear in hand. "It's a proud Reagan tradition to have our partners over for Sunday dinner!"

A door elsewhere opened and closed, and a pair of young boys came running into the living room, stopping when they saw the blanched blonde standing in the entrance. "Boys," a blond woman said as she stood up herself, "this is your Uncle Jamie's partner, Eddie Janko." Extending her own hand, the woman smiled at Eddie, "and I'm Linda, Danny's wife. It's great to finally meet you. Jamie has said a lot of nice things about you."

Eddie smiled, unsure what to say to that. "Well, he's been a great TO."

There was an awkward pause as they all waited for someone speak next, when Linda told the boys to wash up for dinner as Eddie could hear the same door open and shut again elsewhere in the house.

As Henry left to go back into the kitchen, he was passed by a young woman in her late teens with short hair, and was followed by, finally, the dead man himself, Jamie Reagan, who was looking more relaxed than she could ever remember him looking in a pair of nice jeans and a grey sweater.

"Janko! You got here sooner than I thought!" He placed the football that he had been carrying down on a couch as he approached her, taking his missing wallet back from her outstretched hand.

Erin spoke up quickly, "Yes, Jamie, we were all just agreeing that she should stay for dinner. Don't you agree?"

Jamie's ears turned slightly red at this news, and he turned to his family. "Well, I'm sure Eddie has ...plans. She was just dropping by to drop off my wal.."

"No can do, kid," Danny interrupted with a toothy grin, "it's a proud family tradition to have our partners over, right Gramps?" the last bit shouted off to the kitchen, a muffled affirmation coming back. Danny turned back to Jamie, a wide grin on his face.

"Jack, could you go set another place at the table for Eddie?" Linda said to the oldest boy, who had just came back into the living room. Jack sighed and left to go do as asked.

Eddie again deferred, pointing to the door and freedom from dinner with the PC, "Really guys, I couldn't impose. Thank you, thought, really.." She looked to the PC, hoping for a lifeline or a release, but he just shrugged.

"Officer Janko.. Eddie, I've found that when they set their minds to it, you're facing the most persistent group of people in the world." He stood up, and made an ushering movement towards what Eddie assumed was the dining room. "Besides," the PC continued, seeming taller than the first time Eddie had met him, "There is always a place at the table for any partner of my kids."

Eddie sighed, resigned to her fate, as the rest of the Reagan clan moved towards the direction the PC had indicated. She turned to Jamie, stabbing a finger into his chest as hard as she could while whisper shouting at him "You're a DEAD MAN, Jamie Reagan."

"How was I supposed to know you'd be here so fast! It's like a thirty minute drive from your place!"

Eddie scoffed as she walked in the direction the rest of the Reagans had headed. "Only if you drive like my Aunt Ethel, which you SO do!" she exclaimed as walked away from Jamie towards the dining room.

Entering the dining room, Eddie hesitantly took the chair she assumed was meant for her, between Jamie and Nicky. The chairs closest to the PC were open, as was the chair to her left at the end of the table. She decided to go with her assumption, preferring to make someone sit somewhere else than be stuck next to the PC.

As if being at the same table wasn't going to be uncomfortable enough.

Stupid Jamie, and his stupid wallet.

The doors to the left of the room opened, and Eddie could see the kitchen beyond, quickly obscured by Erin, Linda, and Henry bringing the last of the food into the room. The room was quickly filled with delicious smells of roasted potatoes, candied carrots homemade Mac'N'Cheese, and the beef pot roast, which Henry had begun carving at his seat, placing slices on a white platter.

It was all familiar to Eddie, and also sadly foreign as well. Since her father had been arrested, the family relations had been strained, meaning that family dinners had stopped a few years ago for the Janko clan. With her sisters either married and out of state, or in school, they just didn't get together much.

And yet, here she was, a criminal's daughter sitting to dinner with the top cop in the city. Certainly not what she had thought when she had started her day. For starters, if she knew she would end up at the PC's house she'd have worn something other than her ratty NYPD tee.

As the food began to be passed around, there was some talk about the continuing fallout from the recent Boogeyman crisis, which was still taking a lot of the city services time and efforts to deal with the last of the victims. Danny talked broadly about his take down of the distributors, and there was some talk about the news rumor that had gone around about a buy back program for the dangerous product. Eddie took her food, trying not to take too large of a portion, lest the PCs memory of her was for over eating. Hopefully she could get through the meal with the minimal amount of personal embarrassment possible.

"So Janko, is the kid teaching you anything useful, or just what the patrol guide says?" Danny had managed to wait until most of the food had been passed around before he started into Jamie. Danny chewed on his slice of beef as he grinned at Jamie across the table.

Eddie, however, paused like a deer in the headlights, not realizing she was simply a pawn in this round of the Reagan boys squabble. Sitting between Jamie and Nicky, she felt the eyes of not one but two Commissioners eyeing her, she moved her roasted potatoes on her plate as she considered her response.

Finally looking back at her, Danny smirked at her. "Easy, Janko. I'm just hassling my kid brother."

"Actually, Eddie has been a a great rookie, Danny. Renuzulli says she had better marks from the academy that you did." Jamie shot back, smirking back at Danny.

"That can't be hard, they were pretty low." Erin chimed him.

"Ha ha, sis." Danny replied to her, making Eddie crack a smile finally.

"Officer Janko," Nicky started.

"Eddie, please."

"Ok, Eddie. How hard is it to be a female officer?"

Eddie again paused for a second, trying to figure out is she was going to escape this meal without an ulcer, or at least hope for a softball question along the way.

"I've actually not had any problems so far, Nicky. Some guys give you some grief, but they do that to all rookies." Eddie took a bite of the beef, glad for an excuse to not be expected to speak for a second.

Erin nodded, joining in. "It's not always easy to see who is going to give you a hard time right away. Sometimes it's the ones you don't see coming that hit the hardest." Leaning forward, Erin made eye contact with Eddie. "Sometimes even cops have to deal with the same dangers any other woman has to. I can only imagine that it takes a lot of courage for them to step forward and get justice. Some women would be afraid that they'd not be taken serious if they got attacked."

"Any cop that doesn't support a fellow cop isn't a real cop, Nicky." Henry chimed in, oblivious to the subtle nod Eddie gave to Erin.

Jamie shifted in his seat, obviously wanting to change the subject for Eddie, before interjecting "Yeah, well I'd feel sorry for the poor guy who tries to give Janko a hard time. Only thing scarier than her appetite is that temper."

Eddie glared at Jamie, earning snickers from around the table. "Oh yeah? What's wrong with my appetite?" Which she followed up by taking a potato from Jamie's plate.

"Nothing, as long as they keep you out of all you can eat joints. We've gotten kicked out of three bars now for abusing the privilege!"

Eddie defended herself quickly, "That was one time!" She washed down the bite of food still in her mouth before finishing. "And come on, Reagan, the sign said 'ALL YOU CAN EAT', not three small servings!"

"Wait, that was you two at Bobbies?" Danny asked

The partners looked at each other for a second, before mutually shrugging and nodding.

Jamie nodded at Danny, "How'd you hear about that?"

"Well, Jamie," Danny leaned in, grinning at the opportunity to really tease his kid brother. "Bobby happens to be an old Sarge at the 5-4. He comes in sometimes with some flyers and some stories." Danny looks around the table, pausing for the effect. "Said he had to kick out this yuppie couple who couldn't stop making moon eyes at each other except when ordering ribs over and over."

"Yuppies?" "Moon eyes?" Eddie and Jamie responded simultaneously.

Jamie turned to look at Eddie. "I told you he looked familiar."

Danny watched the pair stumble over each other trying to back out of the conversation with a wide grin, looking between Linda and Henry very pleased with himself. "Anyways, he said that they eventually were encouraged to leave before he had to shut the place down."

Eddie attacked her plate, grumbled more to herself than the table, "The ribs weren't even that good." Unfortunately this earned her a few chuckles from both ends of the table.

"Officer Janko, is that your car out front?" Jack asked, taking advantage of the pause in table conversation.

"Yeah! My baby!" Eddie replied proudly.

"Does it go fast?"

Eddie leaned forward, hands to her side as she replied excitedly. "Oh my gosh! You get her out in the FDR on a Sunday and she really gets going ..." Suddenly, Eddie remembered the table she was sitting at, a twitch of a glance to her left giving her away, as she quickly finished her sentence. "...to the speed limit, where it remains the rest of the drive." A red faced guilty cough followed that as she suddenly found the mac'n'cheese on her plate interesting while the remaining adults at the table laughed.

"It's too bad you never got a chance to see Jamie's old car, right son?" Frank said, eyebrows raised mischievously.

"Yeah, too bad the kid totaled it", Danny jumped in to add.

Eddie looked at Jamie confusedly.

Jamie dipped his head, before looking at Danny. "For the last time, that wasn't my fault!"

Danny raised his hands defensively. "Just calling them like I see them."

"Jamie had Joe's old '71 Chevy Chevelle SS, amazing condition." Henry clarified for Eddie.

Eddie gasped, without thinking punching Jamie in the arm. "You totaled a 77 Chevelle?"

"It wasn't my fault! Someone cut the brake lines!" The family was laughing as Jamie flailed while Eddie stared him down.

"You know, now that I think about it," Frank added, a finger pointed at Henry as he spoke towards him, "I think the Chevelle got to the speed limit pretty quickly as well."

Henry laughed, picking up the direction from Frank, "Yeah, and I bet it went plenty past it as well." Frank replied with an expression of feigned ignorance on the subject.

"I still don't get why I never got to drive the Chevelle." Erin added to her father.

Frank leaned into his daughter, smiling to reply, "Well, we wanted it to come back in one piece." Laughter again followed as Erin rolled her eyes.

Eddie looked to Jamie, a examining glint in her eyes. "No wonder where you got the woman driver mentality."

"No, uh uh." Danny said, before Jamie could throw out whatever excuse he had, using his fork again as a poor mans pointer. "Erin is just a bad driver with a lead foot."

"I am not a bad driver!"

"Mom, you kind of are." Nicky replied, causing Erin's eyes to roll.

"I have a few minor driving incidents in my youth and you guys act like I'm ..."

"Mom, you just got a speeding ticket last week!" Nicky said loudly with laughter, before her mother glared at her. "...which I wasn't supposed to share, sorry."

Danny ignored the hand Linda put to his chest, jumping at this information with glee.

"Hold on, Erin has another ticket?! What's this now, ten?"

"Four!"

"Twelve," Frank corrected.

Erin glared at Frank, "What? No, four. One after I passed the bar, two a while back, and now this one!"

Frank nodded, his eyebrows coming together, face in a manner of deep thought. "Sure, except you're forgetting the other eight you got from 16 to 18. As I recall, you had to surrender your license for six months the summer before college."

Danny peaked at this, only held back by his sister's finger stopping him as she looked at her dad. "That was a total misunderstanding, and you know it."

Frank shrugged, mischievous expression on his face.

"Twelve tickets, Mom, really?!" Nicky gushed.

"Four tickets. Don't listen to them, they're mean liars." Erin glanced around the table while aggressively slicing at her plate.

Conversation shifted to Danny's case of the week, and Erin's failure to help him somehow. The roll of Jamie's eyes made it seem like this was a common occurrence for the pair. Finally Eddie was brought back into the conversation when Henry spoke up from the end of the table.

"So how'd you get to be Eddie?"

Eddie smiled, finally an easy question. "My name is Edit, but Eddie is just more 'me', I guess."

"Edit?" Jack questioned equally with his voice and the look on his face.

"Yeah, after my Grandmother from Serbia."

Erin leans forward, "So are you related to the Janko that went to jail a few years ago in that Ponzi scheme?"

All eyes fell on her as she paused mid sip of wine. "Yeah, ummm ...most people didn't follow that too much, thankfully."

Erin nodded as she cut her potatoes, "Yeah, my office was the lead prosecution on that case, although I wasn't part of the unit. But Janko is a name that stands out."

Jamie trying to help, again shifted subjects. "Nicky how's the college search going?"

Nicky rolls her eyes, taking a sip of her water before replying. "It'd be better, but we still are dividing colleges into party schools and 'good schools', which is so not fair."

Eddie sat still at her plate for a minute, feeling relief that she didn't have to have that conversation in front of the PC. Picking up her silverware, she resumed eating, risking a glance left towards the PC, who was looking down the table at her, hands clasped above the table, his eyes giving her a soft look that somehow took a load off the weight on her chest.

Danny, however, hadn't missed her omission. Glancing between Jamie and Eddie, he finally asked, cutting off Erin's retort about colleges. "Wait, you didn't say how you were related to this financial crook." He said conversationally while shaking a fork at her, his eyes squinted in a humorously questioning way. "Crazy uncle?"

"No," Eddie says as she goes to finish off her first serving of beef. "He's my Dad. Can you pass the roast?" She met his eyes, and for a second they stared at each other before he grabbed the platter and offered it to her, an accepting grin on his face.

Sean piped up excitedly at that. "Does that mean your Dad is in jail?"

"Sean!?" Linda rebuked from down the table.

"Yeah, he's at Fort Dix Correctional now, serving his sentence out, Sean."

"Wow. I'm sorry." The boy replied, his mother's rebuke causing him to be recalcitrant.

"Nah, don't be. He's where he belongs." Eddie said with more conviction than she felt. "I haven't seen him since he went away, it's just too hard. I really looked up to him, and he was a fraud." Eddie took a breath, looking down at her plate. "It was hard on all of us, losing our home and friends so quickly. " The table was quiet for a few moments until' Frank spoke up from the end of the table, making eye contact when Eddie looked up, his eyebrows knitted softly as his face took on a soft expression. "We don't get to choose our family, just what we do with our own lives."

Looking around the table, he continued. "I think most of the people at this table have dealt with their father's reputation hanging over them."

"Speak for yourselves," Jamie interrupted, "I've had to live in the shadow of Danny Reagan. I think I've gotten at least two RIPs just for being related to him."

Laughter spread through the table, and the conversation went elsewhere as Eddie wiped a tear from her eye, which fortunately no one caught except Jamie.

Which was okay because dead men tell no tales, Eddie reasoned.

Eddie was finally almost out the door an hour later when Henry Reagan cornered her with a plastic container with an array of leftovers.

"Here, didn't want you to go home empty handed." Eddie smiled, taking the container from him.

"Thank you, sir."

"I hope it wasn't too horrible an experience for you?" Henry asked, a playful grin on his face.

"No, it was nice. I haven't had a real family meal since ...well, in a while. Thank you for keeping me."

Henry leaned into Eddie, a finger pointing at her. "Listen, I know what it's like to have a disappointment from your father. Don't let that color how you do your job, and don't let anyone hold it over your head." He smiled softly, the easy smile of a practiced grandfather, as he finished. "You make sure you're judged for you, and the good work you do."

Eddie smiled to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over. "Yes, sir. I will. Thank you."

"Ahh, well... Next time you're here we'll get you to drink some proper Irish whiskey, like a real cop!"

Eddie made a face at the thought, before shaking her head and smiling back at the Reagan patriarch. "No promises."

Jamie and Frank walked in as Eddie could hear some of the family back in the other parts of the house. Eddie fought the instinct to stand at attention, but the twitch brought a laugh to Jamie.

"Officer Janko, glad you could join us." Frank Reagan offered his large hand, which swallowed Eddie's smaller hand.

"Thank you, Sir. It was a pleasure."

With that Eddie and Jamie walked out to her car.

"Thanks again for bringing my wallet over. Sorry you got roped into dinner." Jamie said apologetically.

"Can it Reagan, you're not off the hook." Eddie smiled back at him as she hooked a thumb in her direction while opening her car door. "I'm picking lunch all this week, and you are so buying."