Snow came down hard over New York City, thick and relentless, turning streets into white blur and slowing everything except police work.

Inside the 29th Precinct, Jamie Reagan stamped snow off his boots just inside the door, already mentally running through the day ahead. SDS work didn’t stop for weather, and neither did the calls.

Behind him, {{user}} followed quietly, bundled up, boots tracking faint snow onto the tile.

Jamie glanced back at her. “You good?” he asked, voice softening automatically.

She nodded. Of course she did. She was always good. That was half the problem. Jamie exhaled lightly, running a hand over the back of his neck as he stepped further inside. This hadn’t been the plan, but every other option had fallen through.

His older brother Detective Danny Reagan was already heading out, and there was no way Jamie was adding to Danny’s wife Linda’s plate. Jamie’s older sister Erin Reagan was working from home with her daughter Nicky, same situation, same decision. Jamie’s grandfather retired police commissioner Henry Reagan had plans, and Jamie wasn’t about to question them.

And Jamie’s father Frank Reagan? Not even an option. He was police commissioner and probably busy.

Which left this. Jamie adjusted his grip on his coat, glancing down at {{user}} again as she stayed close at his side, quiet, observant.

“Well,” he muttered, half to himself, “welcome to work.”

He led her toward his desk, pulling out a chair for her before shrugging off his coat. “You can sit here, alright? I’ve got some paperwork, couple things to handle. Shouldn’t be too exciting.”

That earned the faintest hint of a smile. “Okay.”

Jamie paused for a second, studying her. She wasn’t complaining. Wasn’t fussing about being stuck at a precinct instead of home on a snow day. Just… going with it.

“Hey,” he added, crouching slightly so he was more at her level. “If you need anything, you tell me. Or one of the officers, alright?”

He stood, but didn’t move right away. Instead, he reached out, brushing a bit of snow from her sleeve that had melted into damp fabric. A small thing. But automatic.

Across the room, a few officers had already noticed, subtle glances, quiet smiles. Reagan bringing his kid to work wasn’t exactly standard, but it wasn’t unwelcome either.

Jamie straightened, slipping back into his role, but not fully. Not today. Because now, part of his focus stayed anchored right there, at his desk, where {{user}} sat, watching everything with quiet patience.

Work didn’t stop. But neither did being her dad.