This story was inspired by a wonderful blog I read on a very selfless act a select few number of people have the opportunity to take part in. I figured that if anyone in the BB universe would do this, it would definitely be Jamie.

No real whump in this story; just hoping it inspires a lot of warm and fuzzy feelings in everyone that reads it.

I have to give thanks to BlueBlood82 for her help on this. This story was mostly a bare bones and clinical outline with some dialogue in the beginning until she gave me a little motivation to deepen the characters in each scene. Hopefully I got each of them right. :)

November 2010

"Last but not least, let's not forget that it's our turn to participate in the blood and bone marrow registry drives," Sergeant Renzulli addressed the room of patrol officers before the first tour of the day, some of them grimacing immediately at the thought of getting stuck with needles. He brought his reading glasses down to eyeball some of his more squeamish officers before he continued. "The blood bank bus will be parked outside the precinct throughout the day, so no excuses for not stopping by after tour. I strongly encourage all of you to donate blood at the very least and information is available to anyone who's interested in signing up for the bone marrow registry. Alright everyone, have a good tour. You're dismissed," he finished and waved them all out the door.

While most of the officers began heading out of the room, Officer Jamie Reagan remained behind as he waited for his training officer to get ready for patrol. Jamie stepped over to one of the desks in the corner and read through the pamphlet for the National Bone Marrow Registry.

"You gonna donate, Reagan?" Renzulli asked as he came up behind his boot and slipped his left arm into his uniform jacket.

Jamie looked up from the pamphlet in his hands. "Are you?" he asked.

"I asked first," Renzulli replied and smirked back at Jamie. "What? Are you afraid of needles, college boy?"

"No. I've donated blood before, lots of times," Jamie claimed. "I don't know about this bone marrow thing, though. I think they jam giant needles into your bones to get it out," he said with a grimace.

Renzulli rolled his eyes at the rookie's expression and pointed at the pamphlet before heading out of the room. "That's not the only way they do it and that's only if you're a match to someone who needs it which is like twenty thousand to one. It's only a swab to get put on the registry."

"You registered?" Jamie asked as he followed Renzulli out of the precinct. His boss sounded like he was very familiar with the process.

"No. But you should," Renzulli answered.

Jamie narrowed his eyes at the back of his seargent's head. "Why me? What about you?" he fired back.

Renzulli came to a stop at the passenger's side door of their radio car and turned to address his officer. "Well, you're young and healthy," he explained.

Unfortunately for Renzulli, Jamie was quick to reply. "So that makes you old and -"

"I'd watch what you say next, Harvard," Renzulli warned with a finger aimed across the hood of the car as Jamie made his way to the driver's side.

"Well, I'm game if you are," Jamie chuckled as he got into the car. "Gotta lead by example. Isn't that what you always say, Sarge?" he added once Renzulli was seated next to him.

Renzulli shook his head as he pulled the seatbelt across his torso. The problem with this particular Reagan, as he was quickly learning, was that the damn kid remembered everything he said and was always ready to throw it back in his face. "You're gonna use my own words against me, rookie?" he asked with a frown.

Jamie smiled as he turned the key in the ignition.

Renzulli sighed. "All right, after tour, you and me: blood stick and swab test."

"Deal," Jamie agreed.

Both Renzulli and Jamie did as promised, donating blood and registering with the bone marrow registry, something that would soon be forgotten and remain a distant memory until one day several years later.

March 2014

"What the heck are you eating?" Eddie Janko asked her partner of seven months as she eyed the bowl in front of him suspiciously. The man ate like a freaking rabbit and sometimes it even made her reconsider her own diet...for about a minute or so when her stomach overruled her brain.

"Huh?" Jamie grunted with a mouthful of his lunch as he looked back at his partner.

"What is that?" Eddie asked again while pointing at his lunch. "It looks like sand," she commented as her nose scrunched up slightly to let him know exactly what she thought of his food.

"It's quinoa," Jamie advised as he stuffed another forkful into his mouth.

Eddie's brow furrowed...it even sounded unappealing. "Keena?" she repeated.

"Quinoa," Jamie corrected. "It's a grain or something," he explained as he scooped some more onto his fork.

"It's something, all right," she mumbled while picking up her own food.

"It's good," Jamie insisted. "Wanna try?" he offered as he held out his fork in her direction.

Eddie grimaced. "No. I think I'll stick to my burger," she responded.

Jamie smirked. He learned very quickly that his partner had no shortage of opinion on anything and everything, including what he ate, and that was just another thing that made her unlike anyone he'd ever met. "Suit yourself."

"Gladly," Eddie said before taking another large bite.

Amused, Jamie put his fork down and stared back at his partner. "You know, you'll live longer if you change the way you eat," he advised.

Eddie rolled her eyes at him. "I'll live happier if I stay away from the things you eat," she snickered.

Jamie opened his mouth to reply when his cell phone rang. He fished it out of his jacket, frowning at the unfamiliar number on the caller ID, but he answered it anyway. "Reagan."

"Jameson Reagan?" a female voice asked.

"Yeah, that's me. Who's this?" Jamie asked in return as Eddie sent him a questioning look from across the table.

"Mr. Reagan, my name is Lily Harris. I work with the National Bone Marrow Registry. You registered with us a several years back, in 2010 to be exact," the caller advised.

Jamie thought back and had a vague recollection of the event - some drive at the precinct that he took part in with Renzulli. "Uh, yeah, that's right. What's this about?" Jamie's brow furrowed as he shrugged at his partner, who stared back at him curiously.

"Well, Mr. Reagan -"

"It's just Jamie," he corrected and brought a hand up to his other ear as the noise in the restaurant grew louder.

"Thank you, Jamie. I'm calling because we wanted to let you know that you are a possible match to be a bone marrow donor," Lily explained.

Jamie's frown deepened and he pointed to the door to let Eddie know he'd be outside. "Seriously?" he asked as he made his way out.

"Yes."

Jamie walked out of the restaurant and found a spot to the left of the entrance where he'd get a little privacy and stay clear of the heavy downtown foot traffic. "Okay. Well, what does that mean, 'possible match'?" he replied, a little stunned to be getting this kind of news.

"You have similar HLA tissue typing to a five year old patient with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia."

"Woah." Hearing those words together was even more shocking.

"We would need to do additional blood tests to determine if you are, in fact, the best donor for this patient," she continued.

"So you just need to do a blood test right now?" Jamie clarified.

"Yes," Lily confirmed.

Jamie was quiet, not sure what to say.

"Jamie? You still there?"

"Yeah. I'm here. Sorry, this is just a surprise," he responded. He'd completely forgotten that he'd registered for this and to get this call three years later, out of the blue, was surprising.

"I understand. Right now, we just need to know if you are willing to come in for a blood draw so that we can determine if you are in fact the best match," Lily explained.

"You said they're five?" Jamie asked. That was the other fact he couldn't get past.

"Yes."

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'll come in," Jamie answered automatically.

"Thank you. It would be great if we could have you come down to the lab on Monday morning, the sooner the better," she told him.

Well, it was just a blood test, right? he asked himself. What could it hurt? "Yeah, that's fine," Jamie agreed.

"You listed an e-mail address with the NYPD. Can I go ahead and send you the information for the appointment there?" Lily asked.

"Yeah, that's fine," he repeated. His mind was still reeling and he couldn't seem to expand his vocabulary at the moment.

"Okay. We'll get that out to you today. Thanks, Jamie. You don't know what this means to us," Lily finished.

"Sure," Jamie replied before he heard the call disconnect. He was still processing the call when Eddie came looking for him.

She'd seen him talking on the phone through the window but became concerned when she caught him frozen in place, staring down at his phone and lost in thought. "Hey. You okay, partner?"

Jamie turned to meet her eyes and nodded as he replied. "Yeah. I'm good."

"You don't look like you're good. Who was on the phone?"

Jamie didn't hesitate to share the details of the drive he'd particpated in during his rookie year and the call he'd just received as a result of it.

"Wow. That's heavy. And the kid's five?"

Jamie nodded. "That's what she said."

"That's so unfair," she commented sadly, then she frowned when something he said crossed her mind. "But I don't get it, you're a match but they don't really know if you're a match?"

"Right now I'm a possible match. They have to do more tests to see if I'm the best match for this kid...I don't know, that's what the woman said." He wasn't sure how that worked either.

"So? Are you gonna do it?" Eddie asked.

Jamie's looked uncertain and asked Eddie for her opinion. "I guess I have to, right?"

Eddie could see that he was thrown by this. "You don't have to do anything, but..."

"Yeah...how can I not?" Jamie finished the rest of her thought.