AN: OK, just because you love this story so much, and so do I...

The news just hit him, and they beat him hard. Frank couldn't believe his own ears. His youngest son, his baby, was having cancer? How was that even possible? Jamie wasn't yet thirty years old. Frank could feel the anxiety growing inside him.

"Are they sure it's cancer?" Frank asked after a while, hoping that this was all just a stupid mistake or an awful joke, but instead, it was a cold reality, and they had to deal with it.

"I'm afraid they are, dad," sighed Danny, who came to his father's house to help Jamie break the news on their father and Henry.

"They did an ultrasound, which revealed a lump in my right testicle," Jamie explained to his father and grandfather. "They then ran a blood test which confirmed a high level of alpha-fetoprotein and human chorionic gonadotropins, so-called tumor markers. That's why they're pretty sure, it's cancer," he added, looking away from his father's eyes.

"OK," his father sighed. "So, what is the next step?" He wanted to know, looking questioningly from Jamie to Danny and back again.

"Ehm, I'm meeting with the doctor tomorrow morning to discuss the treatment, but from what I understood, I will probably have radiation and then surgery to remove the testicle and chemo in the end," Jamie announced drily, for he was still absorbing the news.

Frank exhaled deeply, standing up, taking the Scotch and the glasses from the cupboard.

"You will move back in with gramps and me," He stated then. "Danny, I want you to help your brother to bring some things he is going to need from his apartment," he added towards his oldest.

"Dad," Jamie just started to open his mouth.

"Jamie, I'm not going to argue with you on that. You will need someone to look after you, and that's when your grandfather and I come in." He said firmly, pouring himself a glass of Scotch. He usually didn't drink before the evening, unless it was Sunday, but right now he needed a drink, for his world was literally crashing.

"Dad's right, Jamie," Danny added, squeezing his brother's shoulder. He knew how hard this was on his brother. He knew more than well that Jamie was scared, but he also knew their father was right and right now their father's house was the best place where Jamie could be.

"Give me also a glass, Francis," Henry, who till now remained silent, absorbing the news, asked his son.

"I'm also coming with you to the doctor," Frank informed his son, pouring his father a glass of Scotch.

"Dad, it's OK, Danny's already volunteered to come with me," Jamie told his father.

"Good, but I'm still going!" His father stated firmly.

"Seriously, dad, I'll be OK. You don't have to worry about me!" Jamie stressed out. He didn't want his family to worry about him more than it was necessary.

"I know, you will be OK, but I want to hear what the doctor has to say," Frank pointed out. "Jamie, this will be a long and hard fight, and you will need all the support you can get, and therefore, I want to hear from the doctor what we should prepare for." He explained to Jamie, not letting his eyes off his youngest son.

Jamie knew his father meant well, but he wanted to protect him from all of it. He remembered what he has been through the last time when his mother was diagnosed with cancer and how hard it was for him, especially when they lost her in the end.

"Dad...," Jamie started carefully but was instantly cut off by Frank.

"Jamie, I know what you are trying to do, but you are my son, and I should be protecting you, not the other way around." He said, fighting the tears which were coming into his eyes.

"Your father is right, Jamie," spoke Henry.

"We know, you don't want us to worry, but this disease is a bitch, and you will need all of us to help you," he said to his grandson. He then stood up and walked towards Jamie, embracing his youngest grandson into his loving arms.

"OK, then," Jamie sighed, letting Frank know he could come with him to the doctor.

"Thank you," his father whispered.

"Jamie, you will need to tell Erin about this," Henry mentioned silently after a while.

"I know," Jamie sighed. "It's just, she is going to be broken hearted when I tell her," he added, lowering his eyes down.

"That may be true, but she is your sister, and she loves you. Besides, she will want to be there for you," his grandfather stressed out.

"Your grandfather's right, Jamie," his father said, looking Jamie into his eyes. "We all want to be here for you, and we will be!" He stated, giving Jamie's hand a tight grip.

It was already after midnight when Danny came back home. He stayed at his father's house long after Jamie went to bed, keeping their father company. Danny knew how hard this was on him, for it hasn't been that long since they lost their mother to cancer. He knew that the news were devastating for the commissioner. He knew, his father was terrified for his youngest. And he wasn't the only one, for Danny was scared too.

"Danny, is that you, honey?" Asked Linda sleepily, coming downstairs after she heard some noise coming from the kitchen.

"Yeah, it's me," sighed Danny. "Sorry, I woke you up." He said to his wife.

"What are you doing sitting here downstairs in the dark?" She asked as she turned on the light. And then she saw him, her husband sitting on the sofa with a half-empty glass of Scotch in his hand, tears streaming down his face.

"Danny, what is it?" She asked alarmed, fearing the worst.

"It's Jamie, Linda," he gasped, taking another sip from his glass.

"Danny, what's wrong with Jamie?" Linda urged Danny, horrified.

"He has got cancer," Danny told her, more tears coming from his eyes.

"You sure about that?" Linda whispered in disbelief. She couldn't believe her husband's words. Jamie was still so young.

"Positive," he replied. "They did him an ultrasound, plus they found high level of tumor markers in his blood. The doctors are pretty sure it's cancer, although they won't know for one hundred percent till they have the results from pathology." He explained to Linda.

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry," Linda whispered into Danny's ear, stroking his hair. Her eyes were now also glittering with tears.

"Yeah...," said Danny in a low voice, wiping away the tears from his eyes.

"What kind of cancer is it, Danny?" Linda wanted to know.

"It's testicular cancer," he stated. "I'm going to see the doctor with Jamie and dad tomorrow morning," he let Linda know. "I mean today," he corrected himself as he looked at his watch.

"Of course you are," Linda whispered. Not only was she worried for her brother in law, but also she was worried for her husband because she knew how hard Danny was taking Joe's death. Danny could not lose another brother. He just couldn't. It would have killed him. She thought as she embraced her husband in her warm arms.

Danny took a deep breath. "Linda, I'm scared," he admitted. "This could kill him," he continued, saying out loud his biggest fear.

"He will be OK!" Linda stressed out.

Being the nurse herself, she knew there was a chance that Jamie might not make it, but she needed to give her husband a hope.

"Well, we can only hope," Danny just sighed.

"And pray," Linda added.

Neither she nor Danny would sleep peacefully tonight, both of them would be just tossing and turning in their bed, silently thinking about Jamie.