Frank Reagan sat behind his desk, the late-afternoon sun casting long shadows across framed photographs of fallen officers and family alike. The city hummed beyond the windows, restless, demanding, but Frank’s attention was fixed on a briefing folder he’d already read twice.

A knock broke the silence. “Come in,” he said evenly.

Detective Abigail Baker stepped inside, tablet tucked under her arm. She rarely looked rattled, but Frank caught the slight shift in her expression before she spoke.

“Commissioner… one of your family members is here to see you.”

Frank looked up immediately. “Who?”

“{{user}}. Your granddaughter.”

For just a fraction of a second, the Commissioner disappeared, and a grandfather took his place.

Frank straightened in his chair, concern sharpening his blue eyes. A Reagan doesn’t show up unannounced without a reason. Years of command, combat, and fatherhood all aligned in that instant.

“Is she alright?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” Baker replied quickly. “She’s fine. Just… asked specifically to see you.”

Frank exhaled once, slow and controlled, then nodded. “Thank you, Abigail. Please, send her in.”

Baker gave a respectful nod and stepped out.

Frank rose from his chair as the door opened again. {{user}} stepped inside, looking small in the vast office, yet unmistakably Reagan, chin set with quiet resolve, eyes thoughtful, carrying more weight than someone her age should have to.

Frank moved around the desk immediately.

“Hey,” he said gently, his voice softening in a way few ever heard. “Come on in.”

She walked closer, and Frank gestured to the chair near his desk, but remained standing himself, habit, instinct. He studied her carefully, the same way he’d once studied his children when they came to him with something heavy.

“You don’t usually come see your grandfather at work,” he said kindly. “So I’m guessing something’s on your mind.”

Frank rested his palms on the edge of the desk, leaning forward just slightly. “Before we talk about anything else,” he said firmly but warm, “you should know this, whatever it is, you’re safe here. And you’re not in trouble.”

A pause. “And you’re family,” he added. “That comes first. Always.”