Best Of Blue Bloods Pt 18

Best of Blue Bloods Part 18

Season 6 Episode 17

Frank had a serious meeting with a number of law enforcement personnel from England. It included A Deputy Director Harold Kellen of MI5, Deputy Commissioner Roger Thorton, Metropolitan Police, Commander Sloane Thompson, of the City of London Police. He welcomed them all personally. He spoke frankly, "You are, going to be seeing things out in the field over the next couple of days. You're going to have questions answered and perhaps even suspicions confirmed that go to the heart of how we protect out city and our way of life from the terrorists who would stop at nothing to destroy it-- or your own London as well. Any pictures that you take, any notes that you make, electronic or otherwise, need to be vetted thoroughly by us, are we agreed?"

The Deputy commissioner replied, "Of course, Commissioner. I prefer to keep it all up here in my head."

Frank looked at him, "Photographic memory?" He added, "I've always found that the really viral stuff tends to stick."

Frank noticed that Sloane didn't reply and he called her out, "Commander Thompson?"

She looked at him, "Agreed."

He nodded, "Good."

She added "Thank you. And quite clever, that, if I may say so."

He stiffened up, "That what?"

She replied, "That for-your-eyes-only bit just then. as if we're going to be privy to your drone-strike protocols and electro-shock treatments. " She smiled at him.

He struck back, ""Well, I assure you, we don't have those capabilities, Commander."

She added, "But we're not really going to see the capabilities you do have, now are we?"

Her superior chastised her, "Commander?"

She broke in, "I would like to go on record here.... "

Her other superior cut her off, "As being presumptuous?"

She retorted, "As having been promised straight whiskey, but fearing I'm being served with weak tea."

Frank sat back, "And what makes you think that, Commander?"

"I've done some homework, Commissioner Reagan. I've spoken to a number of private-sector security heads who've attended your SHIELD program. "

He replied, "Another program we're very proud of."

"But, Commissioner, the breadth of access to your department and its works appears to me to line up almost exactly with that of the SHIELD program.... "

Her Deputy scolded her, "Sloane, for God's sake."

She blurted out, "No! As if London and her citizens and her landmarks deserve no more of your insight and expertise than a hotel chain or an investment bank, a pharmaceutical firm, the entities of whom SHIELD is designed."

Frank was getting pissed, "Well, your homework is incomplete. That's just not true."

She went back again, "I sincerely hope that by the time we leave here tomorrow night, you will share with us what you truly dread, what you're prepared to do about what you truly dread, what you know that no one else does."

He glared at her, "Well, I can tell you one thing the Irish in me truly dreads." He paused and stared at her, "Ultimatums delivered in British accents." He had her and she just looked back at him.

Later in an informal meeting Frank went over other procedures and he saw Sloane wasn't buying Frank's answers.

"Okay, say we get a call. Guy buys X amount of fertilizer. A guy who's address is an apartment in the city who had no normal need for X amount of fertilizer. He also buys nine pressure cookers in the next state over, and we get that call,too. "

The deputy replied, "You want that guy."

Frank nodded, "And we'll get that guy. But the guy we'll miss drove an SUV packed with AK-47's up the east coast. And we will miss him because we do not have a cooperating merchant or a CI to call it in."

Sloane replied, "Pretty big hole in the net."

Her other commander once again chastised her, "Thank you Commander, Obvious."

Frank nodded, "Well, it is a pretty big hole in the net. But I expect it's more our problem than yours. From what I can tell, your telecoms don't have the same restrictions put on them as ours. You can scrub communications that we can't touch without miles of red tape. Too little too late."

The deputy questioned Frank, "In the name of what? Privacy?"

Frank smiled at him, "Not gonna go there."

The deputy replied,"Commissioner, we'd like to thank you for this most illuminating couple of days."

Frank cut him off, "Just a minute here. " He looked up, "Commander Thompson. You asked me what I dread the most?"

She looked at him, "Yes."

He stared back at her, "The Paris attacks. How low tech they were. A handful of actors whose whole plot consisted of synchronizing their watches to the tick of the clock on a nothing Friday night. But you still think I'm holding back?"

She stared back at him, "Yes, I do."

The deputy commissioner tried to diffuse things, "Excuse us, Commissioner, we're late for a meeting at the consulate. Wouldn't want to keep them waiting."

Sloane refused to let it go, "You say that you're restricted by law from scrubbing cellular communications, from a take-no-prisoners approach to the surveillance of Muslim communities, of their mosques, and you just stop there? You're asking us to believe that you haven't found ways under and around. You don't have black-ops procedures that, might aid our efforts were you to share them?"

He shrugged, "That's a very smart question." He stood, "And so you're smart enough to know that, that is a question that I cannot answer. So there we are."

She just stared back at him and her boss replied, "Very well then."

They got up to leave and Sloane was the last to get up. As she passed Frank, he added, "Sorry to disappoint you, Commander."

She stopped and stared back at him, "Not at all, Commissioner. Just trying to do my job." She turned to leave.

Frank added, "Safe travels."

Later Sloane came back to see him, but he was out and caught up to her as he she was leaving, "Sorry, I was out at a crime scene."

She was looking uncomfortable, "Yes, and, sorry to just pop in like this."

He took off his sunglasses, "Well,here we are."

She smiled, "Indeed. I've come to apologize."

"You don't have anything to apologize for."

"Apparently I do. Apparently I was rude and interruptive, and apparently I overstepped any number of boundaries."

He cut her off, "And judging from all of these "apparentlys," apparently this apology is an order from above."

She nodded, "A suggestion, sir."

He smiled, "Where are Frick and Frack?"

She smiled, "Washington. I've been disinvited from that leg of the trip."

"Because of your lack on manners."

"Look, I know how I come across. I'm passionate about police work, and police work has a ticking clock on it, as lives are at stake, and that makes me impatient to get that I need, which often results in me having to apologize. Anyway, I don't want to wast any more off your time, so.... All right, okay." she stepped into the elevator, "So again, sorry. and thank you." As the door closed, she added, "It's been informative."

A few days later, Frank asked Baker to get Sloane's number and she came back into the office,"I got her number, it's called a mobile, not a cell." He looked up from his desk, "Right. Do me a favor."

She smiled at him, "Would that be a favor with a U?" He looked at her and she added, "Sorry."

"Call and ask and see if she's available for an 8:00 meeting tonight."

She smiled down at him, "You mean dinner?"

"A meeting that could include dinner, yes. A working dinner."

"Isn't that a call you'd want to make yourself, sir?"

"Do I ever schedule my own meetings, Baker?"

She was playing with him, "No sir. I just meant that if.... "

He cut her off, "I know what you meant. Please schedule the meeting."

"Should I ask her what kind of cuisine she prefers?"

Now he was getting pissed and raised his voice, "I don't know. Sure, okay! That will be all, Baker."

She was grinning from ear to ear, "Yes, sir."

That evening, Frank met Commander Sloane Thompson (Alex Kingston) at a cozy, romantic restaurant.

she was sitting across from them as they sipped wine, "Okay, now you tell me yours."

He snickered, "No, I can't top yours. And someone might overhead. I can't get my voice down as low as you can." He stared at her, she looked totally different from when she was in his office. In the office, she was wearing a typical police two piece suit. Her long curly red hair was up in a bun. Tonight, she had her hair down and it cascaded down her back and shoulders in a mass of red curls. She was wearing a gorgeous flowered print dress with a very, very revealing low cut bodice. She leaned forward, giving him an even better view of her extremely large breasts. "You promised me a secret. Fair's fair."

The waiter finished off the bottle of wine,"Dessert and coffee?"

Sloane looked up, "No, not for me, thanks."

He looked to Frank, "Commissioner?"

"No, we'll just finish our wine." The waiter walked away and he looked to Sloane, "Okay. Confidential informants, in radical mosques have worse odds of paying off than a Tijuana slot machine."

She stared back and him and he loved how she perfectly added just the right amount of make-up and red lip gloss to match her hair. She licked her lips, "Really?"

He stared into her dark, blue eyes, "Well, you get a huge percentage of them going double agent, you waste thousands of man-hours and put lives in danger in the bargain."

She stared at him, "But everybody uses them. You don't?"

He nodded, "Yeah, as little as possible. And you don't. You don't have mosques in the Financial District."

"No, but Thornton and Kellen certainly have informants in mosques. You didn't share these doubts with them."

"No, I didn't"

"You were holding back"

He shook his head, "No, I couldn't warn them off of something that I can't prove. I couldn't convince them that a disaffected young Muslim set up with a charismatic imam might not make for a reliable narrator. And if I did, and they acted on my warnings, I might have compromised a valuable operation."

She stared at him, "The known unknown."

He leaned in, "The damned if you do or damned if you don't thing."

She yawned and covered her mouth, "I'm so sorry. That wasn't editorial. I'm still on UK time, and it's got to be, what 4:00AM in the morning?"

He sat back,"No offense taken."

She quickly added, "No I... It's the truth. I mean it, really, Frank."

"I'll drop you at your hotel."

She smiled,"Where we might have a nightcap. The hotel doesn't actually have a bar, but my room has a mini-bar."

He nodded, "Oh. He stared at her,"OH?"

She let out a sigh,"And there I go again, overstepping boundaries. I think I'm just going to powder my nose." She got up and hurried to the ladies room.

While she was gone, he got his overcoat and got her coat too. He turned and she was there. He helped her into her coat and whispered to her, "Shall we?"

She buttoned her coat, "Shall we what?"

"Do what you said. Have a nightcap."

She grinned back at him, "The Irish in you okay with that?"

He stared into her sparkling eyes, "Very okay with that."

They left for her hotel and he told his detail, "That will be all for tonight. I'll give you a call in the morning."

They went up to her hotel room and they both removed their coats and she went go get a couple glasses of scotch. She handed him one after he turned back from putting on some soft music. After he took a generous sip, he placed his on the coffee table. He took hers and did the same. He extended his hand, "Sloane, may I have this dance?"

She floated into his arms and she rested her head on his shoulder, "Mmm, this is nice. I never expected a call from your office for a dinner meeting. To top it off, I never thought we would be here, dancing to one of my favorite artists."

It was Tony Bennett and he tightened his grip on her, "A few years back, he was the main act along with Carrie Underwood at the inauguration for the new mayor."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and she swayed to the music, pressing her groin against him. She rested her head on his chest, relaxing into the sensual soothing music.

Frank's hands began moving. They slid lower and lower until they were cupping Sloane's bubble butt.

She moaned softly as she felt his hands kneading her tight ass cheeks. She felt his fingers dip between her cheeks and she reacted by pressing harder against his growing lump.

He swept her hair aside and whispered, "I'm torn between having your hair up in a bum like it was back at my office and they way it is now."

She stared up at him, "Why is that, Frank?"

He fingered her long, curly red locks, "I just love how it looks down like this. It gives you that very, very sexy look. But I have to say, I like it up, because it would make it a lot easier to do this." He lowered his head and began planting soft, wet kisses along her long, bare neck. He moved to her earlobe and nibbled at it. He felt her shiver as his mustache tickled her sensitive flesh."

She moaned and leaned into the kiss, "I can see your dilemma Frank. I love what you are doing, but I'm glad you think I look sexy with my hair down."

He nodded and continued moving to the other side and gave it the same treatment.

Sloane continued to sway as she felt his hands became more active. She felt a thrill race though her womanly curves as she loved how he took his time, teasing her.. She couldn't believe how much she was enjoying his lips on her neck and his hands on her ass. She could feel her pussy growing hotter and wetter. She felt her nipples tightening in her bra as they scraped across his chest. She could imagine how his mustache would feel on her milky white tits as he sucked at her large, pink nipples.

Frank could almost feel the heat off her pussy as she rotated her hips, pressing harder against his huge lump.

Sloane lifted her head, staring up at Frank. The passion he felt for her was obvious. She could tell he wanted her. His eyes burned for her. She felt his cock rubbing harder against the soft material of her dress. She felt another gush of moisture escaping her pussy, causing her panties to grow wetter and wetter.

Frank finally leaned down and she tipped her head back as she welcomed his lips on hers. She moaned lightly from their initial kiss. She began to whimpered as his strong mouth claimed hers. She surrendered to the passion that enveloped her. His tongue brushed against her lips. She opened wide and she let him explore her mouth. At the same time, his fingers gripped her ass. She knew, he was an ass freak. He couldn't seem to get enough of it.

She was on fire and her cunt was aching for more, much more and she knew he was taking it slow, but it was also driving her crazy. She wanted to keep kissing him. He kissed her so hard, she was turning into mush right there in the middle of her hotel room.

Sloane tried to return the kiss. She worked her lips on his, but she groaned as he broke the kiss and smiled down at her, "Mmm, I'm so, so glad I came to my senses and agreed to a nightcap."

She chuckled, "Oh Frank, so am I!" Her heart was pounding, she wanted him naked, wanting his hard body pressed against her equally bare skin.

She swooned when he kissed her again. His tongue danced with hers again. This time he maneuvered her towards the bed. His hands returned to her ass and she thrust back, pressing hard against his groping hands. She felt the bed press against her bare legs and she shivered when she felt his hands leave her ass and quickly found the zipper on the back of her lovely dress. He drew it downward and as he did, the soft material fell with his hands. The dress rested on her ample hips. Sloane was amazed how fast he had her bra undone and his hands were cupping her large, firm tits. He caressed them, swiping both of his thumbs across the large, ripe nipples.

A shiver raced through her as he kneaded her large globes of flesh. She was breathing heavily through her mouth as she watched him play with them.

He stared into her smoky blue eyes, "My lord, Sloane, you are gorgeous." She no longer had to fantasized as his mouth dropped down and his lips captured one of her thick, pink nipples. Her hands came up and clutched at his head, pressing his face tighter to her heated flesh.

Frank sucked at the thick tip, nursing on her like a famished infant. A wave of heat enveloped her. She felt her cunt pulsating as his lips moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment.

Sloane rolled her head back, her eyes rolled back in her head and she was so fucking glad she wasn't taken on the leg of the trip to Washington DC. She felt the blood pumping through her veins and she groaned as Frank abandoned her tits to claim her mouth again. His mouth sucked at her tongue and his hands had now replaced his mouth and were kneading her tits gently. She felt a tremor and she was shocked to realize, she had just came. It was a mild orgasm, but an orgasm none the less.

She pulled her head away and clutched at his face, "Oh Yes, Frank, I need you. Please, no more teasing I Need you in me, NOW!"

She growled out as his hands moved down her sides. He brushed her hips and urged her dress from her body. It fluttered to the floor leaving her in her heels and sopping panties.

Frank hooked his fingers in her panties and drew them down her quivering thighs. The heat washed over her body as the cool air of the air conditioning made she shiver. Her shaved pussy was on display. Her tangy musk filled the room ad she saw how he reacted to her scent.

A tiny smirk crossed his lips, "Mmm, what a lovely perfume you have, Commander Sloane."

She couldn't remember the last time she blushed, but seeing him staring at her juicy cunt that was expelling her scent, it made her blush, and hoped it didn't scare him away.

Frank dropped her panties to the carpeted floor. He saw the way she was shaking and he was reveling in the knowledge that he was keeping her off center and knowing she was the kind of woman who liked to be in control, he liked how he was making her uncertain of what was about to happen.

She bit her lip and waited. She was nervous and wanted to be fucked, but she wasn't about to rush him, or scare him away. She smiled to herself, knowing he wasn't the kind to be scared away. She knew somehow he would fuck her hard and leave her boneless.

Her heart was pounding so fast, she felt her cunt juices trickling out of her cunt and down to her puckered asshole. She watched his hands as they began to slide up her thighs. Her eyes and mouth her gaping wide as she watched him slowly sink to his knees before her. She felt his hot breath on her and she groaned out, "Are you really going down on me Frank"

He smacked his lips, "How can I resist? You smell so fucking good. Absolutely delicious. I need to enjoy this luscious pussy before you escape back to the UK."

Sloane shuddered as he leaned down and pressed his face up into her pussy. Frank nuzzled deep between her widespread legs. She threw her head back and fell back to the bed and took in the feeling of a man who knew what he was doing.

Sloane craved him, like no one in a very, very long time. She wanted to be fucked, but it slipped away when she felt his mustache lips on her pussy. He dragged his tongue though her folds. Lying flat, she arched her back, thrusting her cunt tighter to his active and very talented tongue.

She clutched at his head, "You can stop at any time, Frank. I'm more than ready to be fucked right this moment."

He gazed up at her through the valley of her large, firm tits. He gave her a tiny smile, "And? Just to let you know Sloane, I want to devour your pretty pussy and make you cum before I enjoy this sweet pussy." He didn't wait for a reply. He licked through her folds and teased her clit. As she shivered, he added, "And all your other delights."