AN: I got this idea the other day, and absolutely could not get it out of my head. This is my first multichapter Blue Bloods fic, and my first time writing most of the characters. I'm currently on season seven, but I've been binge watching a lot recently, so I know I'll be caught up pretty soon. The two big things that happen later in canon (I think in seasons eight and nine) I know about, so don't worry about accidentally spoiling them in reviews. This fic can really take place anywhere from season four through season seven, it really doesn't matter. I have no idea how long this is gonna be. The only thing I do know is that there is a glaring lack of Jamie whump, and I am here to fix that lol. I hope you enjoy this prologue, and please leave a review!

The police scanner was unnaturally quiet. It was New York City. The police scanner was never that quiet. And yet it was. That wasn't a problem. In fact, it actually made things easier. With not as many calls to respond to, it wouldn't be too difficult to make sure that the officers responding to his call would be the proper ones. He knew exactly where the Reagan brat and his partner were assigned to patrol that day, so calling in a situation close by would be easy. The little Reagan would be closest to respond, and then, he would be in his grasp. He didn't care about his partner, Janko, or whatever her name was. She didn't matter. Although, she was beautiful, and it would be a shame to take the life of someone possessing such beauty. He would avoid that if at all possible, but if she stood in the way of him and getting the Reagan boy, he would kill her if he needed to. Nothing was off the table.

He watched as a police car passed by the alley he stood in. Sure enough, it was carrying Reagan and Janko, just as it should've been. He pulled out his phone and prepared to make the call, ditching the police scanner into the dumpster as he did so. It wouldn't provide any more use.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"I heard gunshots!" he shouted, loud enough to sound reasonably frantic, but not loud enough for passersby to hear him over the roar of the traffic. "Down the alley by the cafe off 14th Street!"

"Stay calm," the operator said. "Get out of the area and stay safe. What's your name?"

He hung up. There was no point in providing a false name, since the world would soon know his true one, but it wasn't as if he were really going to file the report, so there was no need for the conversation to continue.

Over the din of the traffic, he heard sirens, and smiled. The Reagan brat was on his way, getting ready to play hero. And maybe he was a hero, but that didn't matter. Frank was a villain, and he was ready to make the commissioner pay.

He clung to the wall of the alley, and put on his best face of fear. The squad car pulled up, and Reagan and Janko jumped out, hands on their holstered weapons.

"Did you call it in?" the boy asked.

"Yes, down there!" he shouted back, pointing down the alley. The officers nodded at each other, then started to jog down the alley.

"Eddie, get ready to call for backup," Reagan said. He didn't even have his weapon fully drawn yet. Neither did Janko. But that didn't matter, because he did, and the moment the kids were past him and focused down the alley, he fired twice, in rapid succession, one bullet striking Janko in the thigh, immediately taking her down, and the other hitting Reagan in the side.

He was good at this, he knew he didn't hit anything important enough to make either one of them die. The boy would die, but only at the opportune moment. The boy would suffer first, and Frank, and the rest of the Reagans, and NYC, and the whole damn world was going to see it.

Before Janko could get to her weapon, he kicked it out of her reach. She was much too injured to be able to retrieve it. Reagan was against the wall, getting his breath back, one hand clutching his wound. He drew his weapon with the other hand, and was bringing it up to fire, but the kid wasn't fast enough. One firm strike across the temple with his glock, and the boy was out like a light.

"Jamie!" the girl screamed. She started talking into her radio, asking for backup, but it didn't matter. He would be long gone by the time backup got there, and he was taking the Reagan boy with him.

The girl's effort was admirable. She was grunting and crying out in pain, but she was trying desperately to get to her weapon, which he had kicked across the alley.

"Let him go!" she screamed. But he didn't even turn to look back. He hefted the boy over a shoulder, mindless of the blood that would now stain his own clothes, and started walking down the alley. He was parked on the other side, just out of sight.

One hand opened the trunk of the car, and he dropped the boy into it. He made sure to grab all of the various weapons on his duty belt, like the pepper spray and the taser and everything else. The brat wouldn't be needing them anymore - actually, he really would be needing them, he just wouldn't be allowed to have them.

He pulled out of the back alley and quickly merged into the traffic, no one around him any the wiser. The drive was a decently long one, but every second was worth it, because every second he drove, he was one second closer to finally getting his revenge on Frank Reagan.