This is a continuation of 4x3, "To Protect and Serve," because I just found it hard to believe the ego trip stopped at the one suspension.

Chapter 1

Officer Jamie Reagan walked through the front entrance of the 12th Precinct, eager and ready to get back to work. It was his first day back after a seven day suspension 'for disobeying a direct order from a superior officer at the scene of an accident.'

He understood why he'd been suspended, even though part of him suspected that the superior officer who'd brought the charges of insubordination against him had more of an issue with his last name than his actions. He had no regrets about doing what he did and he'd do it all over again if he had to. It mattered more to him that the boy he'd pulled from the crash knew he could trust a police officer's word. Any number of officers on scene could have written the accident report, including his partner and his lieutenant was being unreasonable in insisting he do it. Although he would admit that the unpaid suspension hurt his wallet and he missed being on patrol, overall he really had no regrets.

"Reagan!"

Jamie stopped upon hearing his name hollered from the other end of the hall, closing his eyes briefly as he recognized the voice - Lieutenant Bradley Nash. He turned around and found the lieutenant standing in the middle of the busy hallway. "Yes, Lieutenant?"

"My office. Now." Nash didn't wait for a response before stomping off in the direction from which he came.

"Great," Jamie grumbled under his breath and followed quickly. He walked into Nash's office and stood ramrod straight, his hands clasped together in front of him holding the duffle bag he'd brought with him.

Nash walked back around his desk and closed the door to his office. Jamie remained still as his lieutenant then stepped towards him. He stopped just to his right and crossed his arms across his chest. "I expect that you used your suspension to consider your actions, Reagan."

"Yes, sir."

"I told you that I don't care what your nameplate says or who your father is. You are under my command at this precinct and you will follow orders, do you understand?"

Jamie's face remained expressionless, the only sign of how he was really feeling was the slight clench of his jaw. Nash wanted to show him who was boss and most likely wanted to get a rise out of him, but he didn't want to give him the pleasure. It wasn't worth it.

"I took a look at your jacket. You have a habit of going off the reservation, playing detective and doing what you want, but you always come out smelling like a rose. Wonder why that is?" Nash's voice became more hostile as he continued speaking. "I told you before. And I'll tell you again, you screw up and I'll have your badge one way or the other. Your daddy won't break the chain of command to save your ass. He does and he risks making it look like he's playing favorites. That's not happening. Is that clear?"

"Crystal, sir." Jaime remained stoic.

The lieutenant glared at him for a few seconds before saying, "We're done here." And with that, he turned back towards his desk and proceeded to read a file as if Jamie wasn't even there.

Sergeant Tony Renzulli was speaking to another officer when he saw his old rookie in Nash's office. To most, it looked like a lieutenant having a discussion with his patrolman, but Renzulli sensed it was more than that. Nash had a reputation for getting in people's faces, more so with those under him as he'd gone up the ranks. His targets usually had too much pride to report the verbal abuse because anyone who did would appear weak by most in the department.

But knowing it was Nash that had suspended Reagan, he knew better. Had Reagan disobeyed orders? Yes, he had. But Renzulli knew that any other other commanding officer at the scene never would have given the order that Jamie had disobeyed, given the circumstances. Before turning back to his co-worker, Renzulli promised to keep an eye on his old rookie and the new lieutenant.

Dismissed, Jamie turned and left the office, marching quickly to the locker room as his jaw remained clenched and he kept a death grip on the handle of his bag.

"Hey, look who finally decided to grace us with his presence!"

Jamie saw his partner at the end of the hall, all dressed and ready for their first tour since his suspension. This hallway encounter would be a more welcoming one than the last.

"Hey, Janko," he greeted with a small smile before stopping at the locker room door.

"Geez, Reagan, don't seem so thrilled to be back. What, you were getting used to being a man of leisure?" Eddie joked, but she could tell there was something up.

"Naw, it's not that." He wasn't up to sharing the lecture he'd just gotten from Nash. It was no big deal and he certainly didn't want to make it into one. He'd had other guys show him a little unwanted attention because of who his dad was. Wasn't the first time and this would not be the last. At least not while his father was still PC.

"So then, what's got your boxers in a bunch?"

"Nothing. Got to run or you'll make me late, Janko." He proceeded into the locker room, leaving his bewildered partner in the hall.