Then, the heavy double doors at the far end of the gym swung open.
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. Blue Bloods 11x13
Danny had come home to his boys. He had come home to Sunday dinners. Then, the heavy double doors at the far
The rain in New York doesn’t wash anything away; it just makes the asphalt shine like a fresh bruise. It was beautiful, and it was terrifyingly dangerous
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.
"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
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.