Blue Bloods | 11x13

Jamie didn't hesitate. He took off his own windbreaker and draped it over her shoulders. "Not a chance." The 1PP Carpet

"It’s a promise, Dad," Jamie said, breaking protocol just enough to let the word land. "I gave my word that I would protect her. And that her business wouldn't become public record."

"You undermined a fellow officer's report, Jamie," Frank said, his voice a low rumble. "You refused to justify it to your captain. You refused to justify it to Sid Gormley. And now, you’re refusing to justify it to me." "Yes, sir," Jamie said, staring straight ahead. Blue Bloods 11x13

"With every win comes a loss, Jamie," Frank warned him quietly. "If you don't give this department a reason, they will take that badge. Family name or not." "Then let them take it," Jamie replied. The Ghosts of Fallujah

"Jill?" Danny’s voice cracked—a sound the tough-as-nails detective rarely made. Jamie didn't hesitate

Twenty-four hours later, Jamie was standing at attention in the lion's den: the office of the Police Commissioner. Frank Reagan sat behind the heavy oak desk, his expression unreadable, though the disappointment radiating off him was heavy enough to choke the room.

She stood a little taller, pulling the surplus jacket tightly around herself. "Hey, Reagan." "I gave my word that I would protect her

She was shivering, wrapped in a threadbare army surplus jacket, her eyes darting between the dark sky and the puddle at her feet. To any other cop in the 29th precinct, she was just another voucher, another EDP (Emotionally Disturbed Person) to be processed and forgotten.