Blue Bloods 11x13 «95% HOT»

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

The rain in New York doesn’t wash anything away; it just makes the asphalt shine like a fresh bruise.

"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." Blue Bloods 11x13

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.

Years ago, in the brutal, sun-baked streets of Fallujah, a young Marine named Danny Reagan had been pinned down in an alleyway, bleeding out and certain he was going to die. A fellow Marine had dragged him through active gunfire, patched his wound, and kept him breathing until the extraction choppers arrived. Without a word, Danny pulled her into a crushing hug

Danny didn't look at Jamie. He didn't look at his father. He walked straight toward Jill.

Jamie had found the woman who made that possible living in a cardboard box on 4th Street. She didn't want charity, she didn't want the VA's pity, and she didn't want the famous Reagan family making her a charity case. She just wanted to disappear. "You should've let him take me, kid," Jill

But Jamie knew her name was Jill. And he knew what she carried.