Black and Blue and Red All Over

Author's Note: This one is for Gymkidz2000. Hope you enjoy it! Also, shoutout to Rawemotional for the great review - I couldn't send you a private message so I'm thanking you here for taking the time to let me know how much you enjoyed this story. I hope this is soon enough for ya!

Bonus Scene - The car ride when Danny picked Jamie up from the hospital on the way to nab Shawn Hunter and Nathan Bradley. Danny and Jamie locked together in a moving vehicle = fun times!

As usual, Danny had left his unmarked car in a no-parking zone outside the hospital. Jamie rolled his eyes before sliding into the passenger seat, and dropped a droll look on his brother as soon as Danny got behind the wheel. "You never heard of a parking space?"

Danny shrugged, shoving his key into the ignition. "This is an emergency vehicle, isn't it?"

Jamie tried not to smirk at the logic. "I don't know if your precinct commander would agree."

"My commander wouldn't care." Danny seemed to consider that for a moment as he put the car into gear, then winced. "My commander-in-chief... that might be a different story."

"Let's hope Dad has bigger problems tonight than where you leave your car."

"I'm sure he does." Danny took a cursory glance over his shoulder before pulling into the driving lane.

"Where's your partner tonight?" Jamie asked, considering his seatbelt for a moment before deciding to forego it.

"She got off a double shift about two hours ago. Figured I'd give her a break. She loves work, but not quite that much, y'know?"

Jamie nodded, easing back into the seat and being mindful of the fading bruises on his back as he did so. Marble steps had quite the bite. "So how does this work?"

Danny pinned him with a single raised eyebrow. "You've never been on a bust before?"

"No."

"Really." He sounded more amused than surprised.

He shrugged. "First time for everything, right?"

Danny glanced over again. "Renzulli's never taken you on one bust. Not one."

Jamie sighed, bracing one arm against the dashboard as Danny whipped out into traffic. "We work street patrol. We aren't serving warrants or pulling drug dealers out of foxholes."

"Yeah, I guess." Danny switched lanes smoothly and glanced in his rearview mirrors. Jamie had no doubt he was already checking for tails. "We've got a team from the warrant division that'll meet us down there. They go in first, we follow. Understood?"

Jamie nodded.

"Actually, let me revise that. I go in first, and you follow me."

"Why's that?"

"Didn't I just heat you say this is the first bust you've ever done, kid?"

"I was just asking."

"Well, between the two of us, you ain't leading the way."

Jamie put up a hand defensively. "I'll follow your lead."

"Good. We'll clear the apartment, see who we find. If they put up a fight, you let the squad handle them, got it?"

"Yeah."

"And I'll need you to ID these guys on the scene for me. On first sight."

"Sure, yeah."

Danny smiled again, leaning back easily as the lights of a vibrant New York City washed both of them with color. "I might have to kick their asses a little, too. You got my back for that?"

Jamie grinned himself, plucking up the warrant from the console between them. "How about I keep you to the letter and the spirit of the law?"

"You're no fun." Danny slowed, hung a right down a dark avenue street, then cut a quick glance to Jamie again. "That was pretty sharp of you to recognize those two thugs from the photos in the sanctuary, by the way. You've got an eye like our old man."

Blushing a little under the unexpected compliment, Jamie was grateful for the darkness. "Well... it wasn't that hard. Anyway, I couldn't forget their faces if I wanted to."

Danny didn't reply to that, and they lapsed into silence.

Jamie was doing a mental rundown of his academy classes on building entry and room-clearing procedures when Danny's voice broke into his thoughts. "So how's Renzulli doing?"

He glanced over. "Fine. He's getting discharged tonight. His wife was on the way to pick him up. Should be back on the job in a couple of days."

"Flying a desk?"

"Maybe, for a little bit."

Jamie could see the muscles in Danny's jaw tighten. "You two got lucky, you know."

"Yeah."

"I mean it."

"I know. I know we did."

He heaved a sigh. "What about you? You feeling better?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Silence fell once more, and Jamie idly watched the night lights of the city paint the car in splashes of blue, green and gold. He wished he could think of something to say. Asking Danny how long it would for the occasional, unwelcome flashes of fear that seared the bottom of his stomach when he thought about Lenox Avenue to go away would be a mistake, because looking weak in front of a cop (a brother) like this one was unacceptable. If he opened his mouth about the bust again, it would only make him look impossibly stupid.

Jamie could just barely catch his reflection in the window, and he scowled a little at himself. He had never been good at talking to Danny.

But Danny himself usually had no problem filling silence. Curious now, Jamie glanced over at his brother. "Danny."

"Mmm?"

Jamie hesitated. "Uh... you know where we're going?" God, even when he tried not to say something stupid, it happened anyway.

Danny shot him another cryptic look. "Would I be driving if I didn't know where we were going?"

"I don't know. Probably wouldn't be the first time."

Danny flicked the warrant in Jamie's hand. "Yes, I know where we're going."

Jamie looked back down at the folded piece of paper. "How many of these have you done?"

"Too many."

"Do they usually go smooth?"

"Depends on whether we can surprise the guys on the other side. Usually we can. And when they get a choice between fight or flight, it's usually flight." Danny switched lanes, and started to grin. "Joe ever tell you his story about Ronnie the Rabbit?"

"I don't think so."

"Joe and his team used to run into Ronnie all the time. His wife ran drugs out of their apartment, over on Highmont?" He glanced over, and Jamie nodded in recognition of the street. "Anyway, their place was on the first floor, so every time the warrant squad hit his front door, he'd be out the back window and halfway down the street before the first cop got in. He was so fast, Joe said they just let him run. Nobody could catch him and he wasn't the one dealing anyway."

The traffic light at the intersection ahead flickered amber, then red, and Danny eased the car to a stop. "So, one day Joe's team hit an apartment on 78th," he continued. "Joe was outside in the alley to help catch anybody who tried to get down the fire escape, right? Well, the squad breaks down the front door, and who's on the other side visiting some of his druggie friends but Ronnie the Rabbit." Danny's grin was getting broader and broader. "So Ronnie reacts on instinct. The last thing the squad sees are his feet going out the window. Only Ronnie forgot he wasn't at home." Danny looked over. "The apartment was on the fifth floor."

Jamie's eyebrows lifted. "So he hit the fire escape?"

"Nope. Picked the wrong window on top of that."

The mental images that sprung, unbidden, were not pleasant ones. "Ouch."

"Yep. Joe said Ronnie came flying out of that window running like he was expecting to hit the ground, then then idiot started to drop - and he was, like, climbing as he fell, like Wile E. Coyote from the cartoons." Danny shook his head. "Guy broke two ankles and a wrist but lived to tell the tale. Joe said it was the easiest collar he ever made."

"He never told me that story."

"Well, you were at school," Danny shrugged as the light turned green. "Most of his greatest hits came while you were gone."

Jamie bit his lip, saying nothing.

A few more moments of silence passed. Jamie could feel Danny's eyes upon him before Danny spoke again. "You know... Joe and I used to grab a beer about once a week and see if we could top each other in stories. That was one of his best ones. 'Course, mine were always better, but he had a couple of keepers."

Jamie swallowed. "Have I had any keepers?"

"Oh, yeah. That time Renzulli had you tackle the hot dog? Pure comedy gold, kid."

He huffed in annoyance. "That was embarrassing."

"All part of the fun. Joe would never have let you live it down." Danny offered Jamie a sideways smile. "He'd have been proud of you, kid."

"For that?"

"No! In general, I mean."

"Oh." Jamie let that warm feeling spread a little. "You think so?"

"Yeah. He'd be laughing at you trying to pay your Harvard student loans on a cop's salary, but yeah." Danny squinted out the windshield, then nodded with a gleam in his eyes. "It's up here," he said, and eased the car to a stop along the curb. "We'll meet up with the squad about a half-block north."

Jamie straightened, pushing everything but the job out of his mind as he mentally prepared himself for the task at hand. "Got it."

Danny turned off the car, grabbed the door handle, then hesitated. "Hey, uh... you want to grab a beer after shift?"

Jamie blinked in surprise, turning to look at his brother. "Sure, but - don't you need to get home to Linda and the kids?"

"I do. But I want to hear your version of the hot dog story first, kid."

He laughed. "Deal."

Thanks again for all the reviews and great feedback, everyone! Your support means a lot to me and I absolutely live for your feedback. It really makes my day! I hope you enjoyed these missing scenes from "Black and Blue." Maybe next time the writers will be kind to us and hook us up with some of these, LOL.

I'll be back very soon with missing scenes for episode 2x09, "Moonlighting." Hopefully there will be enough fodder there to help tide us over through the holiday season until we get more new episodes in January.

Long live Blue Bloods!