The truth didn't come out at the Commissioner's office, and it didn't come out at the Sunday dinner table, despite the ice-cold tension passing between Frank and Jamie over the pot roast.
But Jamie knew her name was Jill. And he knew what she carried. Blue Bloods 11x13
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. The truth didn't come out at the Commissioner's
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. Twenty-four hours later, Jamie was standing at attention
It came out in a quiet community centre gym three days later.
Jamie didn't hesitate. He took off his own windbreaker and draped it over her shoulders. "Not a chance." The 1PP Carpet
"Is that the Harvard law degree talking, or just Reagan stubbornness?"