Title: Retribution
Chapter 1 – Vengeance is Mine

Summary: Danny & Jamie are kidnapped by a mob boss out for revenge against Frank. But when the brothers are left in middle of the Adirondack mountains it's a race against time when they are injured & hunted. Can they survive or will Frank lose both sons?

Disclaimer: I own nothing from Blue Bloods.

A/N: Hey everyone so Alice and I are back with a new Blue Bloods action/adventure ficlet (this one will only be a few chapters long) for you all featuring our favorite brotherly duo, with of course snippets from the rest of the family. Yeah I just can't resist writing about our two fave men in blue and in danger of course :D

"Jamie…hey kid come on wake up…you okay?"

"Danny…yeah…what the…what's going on?" Jamie's frantic voice is heard as he desperately pulls himself from his drugged stupor only to find that he wasn't at home, his wrists were tightly bound, his jacket was missing and he had something thick strapped to his chest.

"We…I don't…."

"What are we wearing?"

"We are both wearing parachutes. Damn whoever did this as a joke is dead!" Danny growls as his eyes turn to examine the area they were presently located in. "Okay look around for something to cut us free with and…"

"Oh I don't think you'll be free just yet Detective Reagan," a smug voice is head behind them. "And this is no joke; this is very much your reality."

Both of them whip their heads around to see two men dressed in black with masks over their faces and guns pointed at them. Their predicament just got a lot direr. They were both dressed in the same casual clothing they were wearing hours earlier when they were abducted; jeans and sweaters, jackets missing. They were then taken into the belly of the small plane where parachutes were strapped to them, their wrists bound with the pull cords in-between their palms.

"Who the hell are you?" Danny demands as he slowly stands up taking Jamie with him and then positioning himself between his similarly restrained brother and their two captors.

"You should be asking me, where the hell are you?" The first man answers.

"What do you want?" Jamie's voice demands from behind his brother.

"You," the man's thin lips twist into an evil smile under the black wool lip of the balaclava keeping his real identity concealed.

"Do you assholes have any idea the trouble you are in by kidnapping us?" Danny growls.

"A little," the man smirks. "But I guess you two have bigger things to worry about right now than some mere legal repercussions on men your father will never catch."

"Don't count on it dumb ass. What the hell is strapped to us? And what the hell is going on?"

"Well this is your stop," both men cock their guns. "And those are your means of landing."

"What?" Jamie asks in shock.

"Hope neither of you are afraid of heights."

"Danny?" Jamie asks weakly, garnering a glance back from his brother before Danny's head swivels back to the front and he glares at the two men before him.

"Don't worry little brother, big brother will be right behind you…or maybe we'll drop him first so he can catch you."

Despite the fact that he had the damn chute strapped to his back and his wrists were firmly tied together, Danny knows he can't just allow both of them to be dumped from the airplane into god knows where, with the possibility they might die and never see their families again. Linda, the boys…giving in wasn't an option. It was time to go into solider mode. But before Danny was able to make a move, another masked man appears from a small back alcove and comes up behind his brother, wrapping his arm around his neck and pulling Jamie's captive and struggling frame against him, his gun instantly going to his cheek; Danny turning around with a helpless and sinking feeling.

"Now Detective Reagan," the man he now loathes looks at him with a small sneer. "It's time to start."

"Start what?" Danny asks in dread.

"Hunting…season."

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48 HOURS EARLIER

"Anything else?" Jackie asks with an exasperated sigh.

"Nothin'," Danny groans as he tosses the file sheet onto his desk with an angry fist. "Damn bastard just disappeared into thin air."

"Well we can't arrest thin air," Jackie huffs as she looks at Danny with a concerned expression. "You know maybe we don't have a witness for a reason?"

"Yeah why is that? The Rinaldi crime family had him disappeared? Yeah tell me somethin' I don't know," Danny retorts with a whispered curse. "That smug bastard thinks he is untouchable. But we proved his son isn't," Danny finishes with a softer tone.

"I feel sorry for the mother," Jackie mentions. "Would be hard to see your son's dead body as news fodder during dinnertime without some major prior warning."

"And now we have nothin' else to corroborate that takedown," Danny's fist slams onto the table. "Because his daddy disappeared the damn witness. Luca Rinaldi thinks he's untouchable."

"Well there is a reason he has been in business around here for so long," Jackie reminds him. "How's your dad after that public taunt?"

"You think my dad loses sleep over every threat he gets?" Danny counters with a small knot growing in his stomach. "It was a grieving father just lashing out."

"His words or yours?" Jackie retorts, garnering a smirk from her partner. "Could be more to it than that."

"It's been a few days and nothin'. Trust me it was just hot air from an air head."

"Air head. There's a new one," Jackie just shakes her head and gives her partner a small smile.

"He hasn't heard from Rinaldi again and I'm sure he just shrugged it off. Jamie was a bit freaked then but then he's a bit of a green horn."

"He doesn't have the wonderful life experience in dealing with Mob bosses like you do."

"Yeah he's special," Danny chuckles as he reaches for his coat and follows after his partner.

"Yeah so are you," Jackie answers back. "Come on, lets get this day over with already."

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"Frank what is it?" Henry asks later that night.

"Nothing," Frank looks up at his father with a small frown.

"You know no matter how old a father and son get, a father can still tell when his son is lying to him. Now what gives?"

Frank takes off his glasses and leans back in the chair, looking at his father with a deep frown. "Honestly pop, it's nothing more than heated words from a grieving father."

"Ah so you are still thinking about the threat from Rinaldi. You tell Danny or Jamie about it?"

"It was a few days ago."

"I mean the one you got a few hours ago."

"How did you…"

"Hear it?" Henry smirks. "You forget I used to be you. I have ears everywhere and believe it or not they still work. That's not the issue here. A few days or not. You killed his son and he vows to take yours; that call was today. You should tell them; he hasn't dropped this yet Francis."

"Pop..."

"The damn speakerphone was on."

"And no I didn't record the call so I have no solid proof, only his word."

"That is proof enough that he means serious business."

"His son was taken down in the midst of a firefight with the NYPD. We had confirmed evidence which was sent to his lawyer and..."

"Where is your witness?"

"What did you do when…"

"Francis answer the question," Henry firmly demands.

"Our witness is gone as you damn well know," Frank huffs. "So Rinaldi should be happy about that."

"I'm sure he is," Henry replies in sarcasm.

"He took away our means of his prosecution so I'm sure he'll just push back and call it a day."

"You murdered his son Francis."

"I…"

"In his eyes, it was murder and you gave the executive order. The buck stops with you and you know it."

"Should I have just let him walk?"

"You had no choice."

"We had solid evidence," Frank argues back. "He just needs time to let this all cool down."

"A father never forgets his fallen son, you know that better than anyone," Henry reminds him.

"I know pop," Frank utters in a soft whisper. "How did you deal with…"

"The threats I got that involved my children?" Henry interrupts, garnering a nod from Frank. "I did what you are doing now. Not tell them and would sit up obsessing about it until my father came to me and forced a confession out of me like I am doing to you," Henry's voice trails off as Frank's recalls the phone call from his new nemesis hours earlier.

'You know Reagan, I know you'd go down in a blaze of glory for this city or a hail of gunfire for your children. But how about your precious sons! How about having them killed and you helpless to do anything but watch the news the following day? JUST LIKE ME! I swear you'll pay Frank. You will pay dearly. Danny…Jamie...YOU WILL PAY! Hope you said goodbye.'

"I can't get his words out of my head and if I tell Danny or Jamie, they'll just spend their days looking over their shoulders. On the other hand if I don't…"

"You'll spend every minute of the day doing it for them," Henry mutters. "You should at least tell Danny."

"I should tell them both. Danny is already involved in part of this case with the takedown and Jamie's squad was given the special bulletin for their beat so they are aware."

"They know what the city knows, they don't know what you know; what we know. They don't know they could be potential targets."

"To what end? That would incite the whole city against him and his family," Frank states with a heavy sigh. "Rinaldi knows that if he makes a move on my family that he'll…"

"What? Be public enemy number one? He already is damn it and he doesn't care! He is angry and you know better than anyone what an angry father does when his son is killed!" Henry lightly growls; forcing Frank's memory to replay his angry outburst and physical altercation after he was told about Joe's death.

"All he could do is take them both out with a silencer in a dark alley when they are alone and pin it all on some stooge of his and walk away laughing his ass off at us and he knows that! You'd take that risk? With their lives? On a hunch? Shame on you Francis," Henry scolds.

"I will tell them tomorrow; I promise - but in person only. I can't lose them," Frank states in a low tone.

"Trust me son, I know the feeling."

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"Hey babe, you okay?" Linda asks Danny after the boys had gone to bed and he was still up, sitting on the edge of the bed absently staring at the TV.

"Just tired."

"Want me to help remedy that?" Linda asks as she slides onto the bed behind him and slowly starts to massage his naked, tense shoulders. "Wanna talk about it?"

"It's this latest case."

"The mob shooting?"

"Yeah," Danny sighs as his body tenses again. "He um…damn it Linda he threatened dad," Danny offers with a heavy sigh.

"What did he say?"

"He said he'd make Fra…dad pay in a very personal way. I can't lose him yet…well ever," Danny frowns, his half naked body slumping into her grasp a bit more.

"I'm sure your father is no stranger to threats Danny," Linda tries to comfort.

"It's just…damn it I know this guy, well his type. He means business and he's very good at what he does for a reason. His son…his son was killed."

"And his mother heard about it on the evening news?" Linda groans.

"Hey that wasn't my call and it wasn't dad's either; it was the mayor's and at least dad can step back from that public relations nightmare. He wanted to call her personally."

"Somehow I could see Luca Rinaldi spouting off an eye for an eye and all that stuff."

"He was angry and upset at his son being killed, but his son was caught in the act and fired at us – first," Danny insists. "We were told to take him alive but…well I somehow get the feelin' he didn't want that. It was legal – which I know means absolutely nothing to a man who doesn't give a damn about anything legal. He'll want blood."

"Has he said anything further?" Linda asks.

"Not that we have been told," Danny replies, not knowing his father had already gotten another call that put him and Jamie as targets.

"I just want you to be extra careful okay, you and Jamie."

"I'll be fine. It's dad I'm worried about."

"I worry about you. You have a family to come home to Danny," Linda's arms finish her massage and wrap around her husband's bare chest, her cheek resting on his shoulder. Danny's head falls to the right and cradles his wife's his hand resting on her nearly naked thigh, his fingers pushing the edge of her nightie up a bit higher.

"I love you Linds, trust me everything is going to be just fine."

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"Can you believe the headlines today?" Renzulli huffs as he hands Jamie his cup of steaming coffee the following morning.

"Yeah it's been all over the news the past few days."

"The guy was a crook, good riddance," Renzulli offers, drawing a small smile from Jamie's lips.

"Think there will be um…you know any repercussions?" Jamie asks with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Trust me kid your old man knows how to handle these things. I'm sure this isn't the first scary guy he's gone head to head with. Just to be safe, you want an extra vest? You know put a bit of bulk on ya," Renzulli teases, as he playfully punches Jamie in the chest.

"I'll be okay," Jamie replies with a chuckle as he takes another sip of his coffee; both of them continuing up the street on their beat. But unbeknownst to the youngest Reagan, a few cars back two sets of eyes were watching him intently.

"You got a line on Detective Reagan?"

"Yean him and his pretty partner went into some apartment for a collar. You?"

"Watchin' the rookie right now. When does this all go down?"

"Tonight. Just wait for my call; Reagan won't know what hit him."

"You got it."

Jamie goes about his shift, his mind still uneasy about the news Danny had told him about the threat their father had gotten at the end of the press conference. Danny had looked at him and tried to assure him that this was just part of the political game and that dad would be fine, just as he always was. However, it didn't stop Jamie's mind from jumping to conclusions the first few seconds of every call they'd get that had an officer involved shooting.

"You were jumpy today kid," Renzulli pats Jamie on the back just as Jamie zips up his bomber jacket. "This will all die down and things will be back to normal. You wanna join me and Teresa for supper?"

"Danny and I are going for a beer tonight and then I have some stuff to do, but thanks."

"Alright, see you on Monday. Try to get some sleep this weekend, you earned your few days off."

"Yeah I am looking forward to an uneventful weekend," Jamie offers fatefully as he watches his partner leave. He stows his uniform into his locker along with the rest of his things and heads for the front door to leave. The weather was cool and he could see his breathe in the air, his hands shoved into his pockets as he slowly heads down the street to an all too familiar meeting place; a place his brother already was.

"Hey," Danny greets his brother as Jamie nears the bar and slowly eases himself onto one of the stools and then motions to the familiar bartender to bring him a bottle as well. "Long day?"

"Nothing too exciting," Jamie answers as he nods a thank you and then starts to quickly down his beer.

"Whoa there rookie," Danny's hand rests on his brother's and pushes the bottle back to the counter. "This ain't no competition."

"Just a bit jumpy."

"Dad will be fine," Danny tries to assure him. "He's used to dealing with these kinds of jerks."

"Sure," Jamie tosses Danny a sideways fake smile.

"Well he will be fine," Danny insists, quickly changing the topic to something more benign. They talk a bit longer before Danny's phone buzzes to life with a new call. "Its dad."

Throughout the long and busy day, Frank had tried to contact and had left messages for both of them, but each time either they were busy or he was called away and so he wasn't able to tell them when he wanted to.

"Dad, what's up?"

"Jamie there with you?"

"Yes Sir," Danny jokes, trying to diffuse Jamie's growing frown.

"Danny, I need you both to come and see me right now. I have been trying to get a hold of you both all day and…"

"What's up?"

"I'll tell you in person."

"Okay sure, we're on our way now."

Danny hangs up and then looks at his brother with a small frown. "Dad needs to see us right now."

"What's going on?"

"He didn't say. I'm parked out back, come on I'll drive. You look still on edge."

"Danny, I'm fine," Jamie tries to assure his brother as they both slap a couple of bucks onto the top of the bar counter and head for the back door. "Think this is about that Rinaldi thing?"

"I doubt it; it's been a few days now."

"So what do you think he wants?"

"He wants you rookie Reagan," a low voice is heard as a man steps from the shadows.

Danny quickly turns only to see three other men starting to encircle them. "Hey guys…NYPD," Danny tries.

"Yeah we know and we don't care, you are both coming with us."

"Like hell," Danny growls.

And before either could react, dart guns were raised and both targets were taken down, quickly bound, hauled into a waiting van and taken away into the night; their father waiting patiently for his sons to arrive - that meeting was never going to happen now.

A/N: So what do you guys think? This will be a little more action packed (and more peril for both) than the last one so hope that's okay. It's a little action ficlet in between my next longer more plot detailed story. Please review and let me know if you want more and what you think so far. Thanks so much!