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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.

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." Blue Bloods 11x13

Frank watched from the doorway, the realization hitting him like a physical blow. He looked at Jamie , who was quietly watching the reunion.

Without a word, Danny pulled her into a crushing hug. He buried his face in the shoulder of that dirty jacket. Jamie Reagan stood under the awning of a

"You should've let him take me, kid," Jill muttered, her voice gravelly and worn thin by too many winters on the street. "I’m not worth the trouble you’re about to get."

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. He had been shoved by a homeless woman

Jamie had stepped in, voided the arrest, and told Hector to drive. He didn't give a reason. Now, Jamie was alone with her.