Blue Bloods. Thetakedown of Erin by Tealer

This is a little story based loosely on the TV series “The Blue Bloods” starring Tom Selleck, Brigette Moynahan, Donnie Wahlberg, Sami Gayle as part of a police family. Grandpa was the NYC Police Commissioner (now retired). Dad is the NYC Police Commish, Daughter Erin is the NYC ADA. Erin’s daughter Nicky (from Jack and Erins defunct marriage) is a college student in NYC. The family is all about law and order and fighting crime. Erin’s ex husband Jack is despised by all and considered unworthy by the rest of the family. Now that they have been divorced several years Jack shows back up in NYC after being DA in Chicago. Heres where the story goes.

I’m Jack Boyle an attorney from Chicago. Used to be married to Erin Reagan of the all powerful Reagan police family of NY City. Last season I moved back to NY to try and hook up with the ex. It went good at first. Hooked up with the kinky little minx. Even though she is the Assistant District Attorney for NY City and all prim and proper “Miss Law” she is a kinky freak in the bedroom. I really love that. In fact I missed that. It went good for a while then I became her boss and things unravelled. I finally had enough of her righteous shit and snapped. I put things into motion that can never be undone. This is the story of what I put in motion and what happened before…. well before I died. Oh I’m going to hell for sure but it was worth it.

A little background….

Back in law school I met this hot brunette named Erin. We dated a bit and I found out she’d only been with one guy before me. She was a devout Catholic schoolgirl type. Very smart but very uptight about sex. She did like to drink and that helped my cause a great bit. Once we started sleeping together and drinking she became a demon in bed. For all her self righteous crap she loved sex but would feel so bad about what she’d done…. Oh spare me. You were happy with my dick in your ass last night. Why the sad “I should never have done that” routine? It was a constant yo-yo of “Fuck me like the whore I am” to “Oh I sinned, I’ve got to go confess and pray”. Jesus what an ass pain. In a way I loved her but loved fucking her even more. We were nearly done with law school and I was seeing the end to many things regarding my college days. My buddies knew about her and I and I’d told them so many juicy little things. On Spring break we all went South, with Miss Priss in tow, and partied our asses off.

We all got drunk. One night she passed out (maybe a ruffy involved 😉 and a couple of my buddies had their turns with miss perfect. I had to take pics of course. It dawned on me later… The Catholic girl always made me where condoms (even boning her ass). What a pain but what the fuck. When my buddies tapped her no one bothered. Yep you bet. She got knocked up. About the time we graduated and took the BAR exam she let me know. She was so ashamed. Me being the devoted boyfriend of a couple years did the “right” thing and married her.

We began our careers and she gave birth to a daughter we named Nicky. Sad thing is I found out later I have low too no sperm count. Couldn’t be the father. Some other load dumped in her during Spring break must be the dad (lucky it wasn’t the one black guy or things would have got complicated). I played the part of husband and dad for a while and both our careers did good. I worked for a law firm defending clients. Erin wound up in the DA’s office prosecuting suspects (family business continued). We argued over so many legal cases. It became kind of toxic except in the bedroom. Whenever she won a case she was horney as hell and we’d fuck like minks. Funny thing is she could not get pregnant with number two. It never registered with her. I finally got caught banging a young law intern and she divorced me.

The stage is set…

I had played poker with some buds from college for as long as I could remember. So the usual game commenced and we sat around drinking and playing. The conversation swung round to hot chicks we liked banging. Somehow Erin was mentioned and they all let out a sad sigh some of them who were there remembered spring break. That was 18 years prior. Dear little Nicky (whichever one of them’s she was) was a freshman at New York College. All the guys liked the hot ADA and most would fuck her in a heartbeat. She looked great as ever and kept her figure perfect.

One of the guys cleared his throat and said “She’s in for alot of trouble.” We all looked at him questioningly. He looked around and said “This never leaves the room. Some gang kingpins I represent from a couple gangs actually agree on one thing…. She’s gotta get taken out.” A couple guys whistled and then looked at me kind of sheepishly. I shrugged and said “Bitch has pushed every button in New York. Mine especially. Not a surprise.” They relaxed a bit. I commented that I’d buy the guy a beer for fixing my ex problem. She’s trying to tag me to pay for her kids college. They all mumbled something in agreement. So our game went on and it wasn’t mentioned again.

I let this stew for a day or two and began working on a plan. I contacted my buddy who represented the drug/gang kingpins and had him out for drinks. I mentioned I had an idea and would like to talk to his clients completely in private and definitely off the record. He said he’d set it up. A couple days later I’m in a rented room with a full bar handing drinks to a couple latino and a couple black gang leaders. I expected hood rats but these guys were well turned out and pretty damned smart. I handed out the drinks and said “We all have a problem and I have a proposal on how we could all profit AND have a little fun in the process.” They looked at me and at each other and said “Spill it…” I took a deep drink (Oh that burned so good). “I understand we all agree Erin Reagan is a pain in the ass…” They shook their heads in agreement. “I was married to the bitch…” A couple whistled and then one said “At least you got to fuck the bitch.” I smiled and said “Precisely, she is a great fuck but a bitch on wheels. She’s even shaking me down for college money for that brat of hers.” I spelled out what I had in mind and told them it would take effort from each group and a good bit of coordination. They all liked the plan and even had some top knotch IT guys who could help mask anything traceable. After a few more drinks everyone was laughing and actually getting into this plan. Two of the gang leaders tapped their beers together and said “Let’s do this.” Deal was done. All communications were with burn phones and I would be brought on as a co-counsel so anything said was attorney-client privilege. Sweet loophole.

It took two weeks for all the pieces to be put in place, IT set up, locations scouted and set, disquises acquired, and all the pieces. When the day came it had to go like clockwork and it did. The gangs hatred of the ADA and her police family (commisioners, detective, patrolman) was greater than their rivalry and animosity. It was a work of art.

Spring the trap….

Erin walked out of her office on the way to the parking garage a half a block away as two dark colored Suburbans pull up. Men in khaki pants and dark windbreakers aproach her. One makes contact and others stay in a cirle around looking up and down at rooftops in a defensive posture. They have logos of a couple agencies FBI, DOJ, Etc. The largest dark colored man looks at Erin and says “Ms Reagan. I’m agent Edwards with the FBI anti-gang task force. I’m part of a multi agency force and we have a verified threat on you. We contacted NYC Police Commisioner and are taking you and some family members to a safe location for a quick debrief. Can you come with us while we have things secure?” They looked very efficient and professional as they hurried her to the lead Suburban. She got in the backseat with an agent on each side. As they drove off the agent in front turned and looked at her. He said “We have a team picking up Nicky from college right now and they’ll bring her to the debrief so we can make a threat assessment and get an idea where we stand. After that we’ll set up the appropriate security. #1 PP will be enroute and meet us there.” Erin looked around and said “Thanks…. What’s going on?” Edwards looked at her and said “You’re being tracked. Intercepts have your movements being broadcast and the gang unit has verified you and your family have been targeted. We don’t know how they are tracking you yet.” She looked flustered. Edwards opened a large case and asked if he could see her phone, purse, briefcase, anything she was carrying. Erin handed them forward quickly. Edwards took her phone apart, searched her purse, removed her self protection pistol and then asked “Nothing else on your person?” Erin shook her head no. Edwards looked around again and said “Can’t figure how they are tracking you so close. Any ideas?” Erin was at a loss. She said “I don’t have anything else on me that could hold a tracking device. They drove for a little more and Edwards said “We’re clear then”. At that moment Erin felt a poke in her arm from the agent next to her. Moments later the lights went out and she was unconscious.

At the same time Nicky was walking from class to a coffee shop she frequented. Two suburbans pulled up and the same routine took place. Agent Eduardo made contact and advised her of the threat against the family. The agents were completely professional and she fell for it as they drove away heading for the outskirts of the city. After the scan (dis-arming) and a few questions things were good. Officer Eduardo said “We’re clear” Nicky felt a poke and the lights went out.