Jamie was lying in his bed, tears streaming down his face. Why did dad have to pull Joe out? He asked himself over and over. Why would he ask him how was he handling Joe's death? Like it wasn't obvious?

Deep inside Jamie knew his father meant well, but right now he couldn't help himself but to think about Joe and he missed him terribly. Why did everyone expect him to go on with his life like nothing ever happened? Wasn't it evident that his life will never be the same?

His head was spinning from the constant stream of thoughts.

If only they could understand how hard it was for him. He prayed secretly.

All of a sudden, he heard a knock on his door, but he decided to ignore it.

"Jamie, can I come in?" His father pleaded.

"Go away!" Jamie shouted towards the door. He didn't mean to yell, but right now he didn't want to talk to his father.

"Jamie, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said what I said," Frank told him from behind the door.

"Well, that sounds about right!" Jamie stated bitterly, not willing to forgive his father just yet. He knew he was childish, but it hurt so much to even think about Joe.

"Jamie, you know I love you, don't you?" Frank asked his son after a while, desperate to talk to his youngest.

There was a moment of silence before Jamie answered.

"I know that dad," his voice was barely a whisper, but Frank heard his son's words.

"Good," Frank stated, feeling a bit relieved.

"I love you too, dad," Jamie replied at the end, his voice was shaking for he couldn't stop the tears which were streaming down his cheeks.

"Jamie, can I come in?" Frank tried again. "I want to talk to you!" He added, wanting nothing but to set the record clear with Jamie.

"No...," came out of Jamie's lips. His reply was rather a plea. However, it was too late for Frank already entered Jamie's room, finding his youngest son deeply distressed.

"Oh, Jamie," he sighed, taking a seat next to his son, who was trembling with tears.

Jamie quickly wiped the tears away from his eyes.

Frank placed his hand on Jamie's head, gently stroking his son's hair.

"Jamie, don't you want to tell me what's going on?" He begged his son. "And, please, don't tell me it's nothing, because something is going on with you. You arguing with me, that's not like you at all," Frank stated, looking into his son's eyes seriously. He was worried about Jamie, and therefore he hoped Jamie would open up to him.

But Jamie wasn't ready to talk about it. Thus he remained silent.

"It's Joe, isn't it, Jamie?" His father asked carefully.

Jamie just nodded, not letting a single word out.

"I thought you made peace with Joe's death?" Frank wanted to know, still stroking his son's hair, trying to calm his child down.

"I did," replied Jamie, but his eyes watered again.

"So, what is it?" Frank urged for he was desperate to know what was troubling his son. He needed to know. He needed to know so he could be able to help Jamie.

"It's..., it's..., I don't know," Jamie admitted honestly, more tears coming out. "I thought I got the closure after the Blue Templar, you know..., I thought, I let him go, but then..., with everything going on..., I don't know. It's a setback, you know, but this time it's even worse..." He stated sadly.

Frank just sat there and listened to his son's words, embracing Jamie into his arms, letting him know that he was there for him, that he will always be there for him.

"Since Sydney left," he continued. "Not only did I lose my fiancé, but also I lost someone I could talk to. You see, Syd and I used to talk about stuff…, whenever something was bothering one of us, the other would be there and listen..., since she left…," he paused, taking a while to form his words. "I don't have anyone I can talk to." He explained, his eyes looking blankly to the floor.

Frank still wasn't saying anything for the sense of guilt was building inside of him.

"You know, before I met Syd, there was always Joe or mum I could talk to, but now, there is no one, and that's also why I realized how much I miss having Joe and mum in my life…," Jamie uttered sadly, more tears came out as he remembered his deceased mother and brother.

"Jamie, you can always talk to me!" Frank stressed out.

How did I miss my youngest son felt so lonely? He berated himself.

"I know, dad, but you are so busy being the P.C. and I don't want to trouble you with my problems," Jamie admitted, looking away from his father's eyes.

"Now listen to me, Jamison Reagan, you are my son, and there is nothing more important than you!" Frank told Jamie, embracing him firmly in his big arms. "Jamie, I know that I might not always have as much time for you as I would want, but if anything is troubling you, then I will make the time! No matter what!" Frank emphasized, planting a kiss into Jamie's hair.

"Besides, if I am not available at the moment, there is always gramps or Danny and Erin. We are all here for you! I cannot state it enough. You are not alone!" He said into his son's ear.

"I know that dad," Jamie whispered, leaning his head against his father's chest. "I guess, I just forgot about it," Jamie admitted, giving his father a weak smile.

" I know that losing Joe was hard for you, maybe even harder than for the others, but you have your whole life ahead, and I don't want you to dwell in pain over your brother's death! And neither would Joe!" Frank pointed out, looking into Jamie's eyes.

"You are right, dad," Jamie sighed. "I'm just afraid it's easier said than done." He mumbled.

"Well, I don't want to force you to anything, but maybe you might consider talking to some specialist to help you deal with your brother's death," Frank suggested carefully to Jamie. "I can give you contact on my therapist if you want. Or you can talk to us. It's completely up to you." Frank told his son, rubbing his back.

Jamie looked at his father surprised. "You went to see a therapist?" He asked, not believing his ears.

"Yes, I did," Frank admitted honestly to his son.

"It wasn't easy for me either to deal with your mother's and Joe's death." He explained to Jamie.

Jamie suddenly felt guilty, because obviously, he wasn't the only one who was broken-hearted over the loss of his beloved family members.

"Dad?" Jamie whispered towards his father.

"What is it, Jamie?" His father asked, giving him a loving look.

"I am sorry about earlier. I should not have shouted at you," Jamie apologized, feeling ashamed of his previous behavior.

"It's ok, Jamie, it wasn't my finest moment either. Let's forget about it," Frank suggested reasonably.

"Dad, can I ask you something?" Jamie said towards his father.

"Anything you want," Frank gave Jamie an assuring smile.

"Did the therapy help you?" Jamie inquired.

"Yes, it did," Frank stated. "But it's rather the fact that you say your feelings out loud; that's how you start to heal." He explained to his son. "I think today you made the first step towards your recovery," he added.

"Did I?" Jamie wondered, not being aware of what was his father talking about.

"Yes, you did! Because you realized you have a problem and you described it. You also talked about your feelings... I think it's only a matter of time till you will feel good again." He revealed to Jamie, giving him an encouraging smile.

Jamie just sat there quietly, not sure whether his father was right or not.

"You will be OK, Jamie, don't worry!" He told his youngest when he noticed his son's worried look.

"Thanks, dad, for everything," Jamie said to his father, giving him a warm hug.

"You welcome, Jamie," Frank replied with a smile on his lips.

"Now, what would you say if I made us a lunch? Roasted chicken and your favorite mashed potatoes?" He suggested, walking towards the door.

"That would be great!"Jamie agreed. "But only if you let me help!" He stated, following his father into the kitchen.

"I wouldn't want it any other way," his father replied cheerfully.

"Where is gramps anyway?" He asked curiously.

"He decided to go fishing with some of his pals after he heard I was staying home with you today," Frank informed Jamie.

"He told me not to expect him before tomorrow evening," Frank added. He wasn't particularly in favor of his father spending the night away from the house, but the truth was, Frank had no right to keep him.

"What? Our gramps? Seriously?" Jamie asked, laughing.

"Well, I told him, I don't care, as long as he doesn't get arrested," Frank shrugged his shoulders, taking out a kitchen knife and a chopping board.

"What? Get arrested? Dad, you sure you aren't exaggerating a bit?" Jamie asked suspiciously.

"Oh, believe me, with your grandfather one never knows!" Frank added seriously, knowing well what he was talking about.

The two of them spent the rest of the day just talking, laughing, going through some old photo albums, remembering their favorite family stories...They ended up watching The Magnificent Seven later that evening, although they have seen the movie countless times. Jamie was curled on the couch next to his father, leaning his head against his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of safety his father provided. Shortly afterward, Jamie felt asleep. Frank gently laid his son's head on his lap so Jamie's neck wouldn't be so stiffed later when he wakes up. He was looking down on Jamie, giving him a loving look, gently stroking his son's hair. His son was going to be alright. The commissioner thought satisfied. They were all going to be okay.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Danny walked into the house. He originally wanted to discuss the case he was working on with his father, but when he found his father sleeping on the couch with Jamie on his lap, he decided it could wait, or at least it could wait till the morning. He could not help himself but smile at the scene in front of him. Danny just took two blankets out of the drawer, thoughtfully covering his father and brother with them so that they wouldn't get cold during the night. They both looked so peaceful, unconsciously aware of each other's company. Danny turned the TV and the lights off, giving his father and brother one last satisfied look. He knew whatever disagreement Jamie and his father had, they both managed to work it out. Danny walked out of the door then, locking them behind him, heading home to his own family. He didn't have to worry anymore, for Jamie was in good hands. He was in the best hands he could have been.