Blue Bloods 11x13 (iPad)

Danny had come home to his boys. He had come home to Sunday dinners.

Danny didn't look at Jamie. He didn't look at his father. He walked straight toward Jill. Blue Bloods 11x13

Jamie had promised her she could. And he was willing to lose his career to keep that promise. Danny had come home to his boys

"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. He didn't look at his father

Frank leaned back, looking at his youngest son. He saw the same fierce, immovable integrity that had killed Joe and aged Danny by twenty years. It was beautiful, and it was terrifyingly dangerous for a career in the NYPD.

Jamie Reagan stood under the awning of a closed bodega, watching the squad car pull away. Inside it was Hector, a rookie whose uniform still had the stiff, sharp creases of the Academy. Hector was furious. He had been shoved by a homeless woman in a manic state, and he wanted an assault collar.

Danny Reagan walked in. He was wearing his usual leather detective jacket, looking tired, looking like a man who carried a thousand crime scenes in his eyes. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the woman on the court. Jill stopped too. The basketball bounced away, forgotten.