Best of Blue Bloods Part 21
Season 8 Episode 6
Jamie and Eddie were called to a apartment complex. A long time resident there, an artist from the seventies and eighties was being evicted. The complex, that was owned by the archdiocese of New York sold the apartment building to a developer. She refused to leave and was having a fit. She was throwing cans of paint out the window and a few hit the radio car. They entered her apartment to settle her down.
After they spoke to her and issued a summons, it was brought to the attention of the archbishop. The archbishop visited Frank to try and squash the summons, but Frank refused to intervene. When he heard who the artist was, Trudy Slaughter (Mimi Rogers) he decided to go and talk to her. He came in and spoke with her, "Your sentence could be community service, namely to paint my portrait. Comes with a thousand dollar stipend. You can paint a portrait, right?"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Franks added, "Don't get me wrong. Your work is beautiful. But there's no people in them."
She smiled back at him, "Yes, I can paint a portrait."
He pointed to a painting behind him, "I've always loved that one."
"You've seen it before?"
He chuckled, "No, I meant Zito's Bakery. The one on Bleecker and Cornelia. I can still smell the bread. Miss that." She stared back at him, and he added, "Do we have a deal?"
She shrugged, "Gets me off the hook?"
"I'm afraid I can't change the fact that you're gonna have to move. My office will be in touch. Thank you."
Frank returned to her studio the following week for a sitting. She took his by the arm and led him toward the window where there was more light, "I'm just gonna have you sit here. And this is just for the light. The background will actually be different."
He scoffed, "The city in flames?"
"Why would you say that?"
"Your work wasn't always so apolitical."
She was working on the canvas, "My work is still political, just in a different way. And how would you know?"
He stared up at her, "Different how?"
"I always tried to paint what I saw. New York in the late 70's. AIDS, "Giuliani time."
He looked around, "But this isn't that."
She looked around too, "No...no. Now I paint the New York that I miss. The one where the loft we're in wasn't the price of a mansion."
He stared at her, "I miss that New York, too."
She stared at him, "What's going on her, Mr. Reagan?"
He looked up at her and knew he was having old feelings for her. It didn't hurt that she was still smoking hot. With that huge chest, at least 42DD and a face that he never could forget, "I'm sitting here for my portrait, and please, call me Frank"
She put her brush down and stepped closer to him, "Okay, Frank." she crossed her arms,"But there's something else."
He took a deep breath and paused. He shook his head, "Early in the evening in the blackout of 77, you came up to a cop on the corner of Bleecker and MacDougal. You couldn't reach the friends you were supposed to crash with. "
She finished what he was saying, "And I ended up in a bar."
He nodded, "I knew the bartender. Georgie Boy Farrell." She grabbed her head as he continued, "Anyway, I came by later at closing time to check on you."
She sat down and smiled, "And I'd gotten pretty drunk, I guess."
He smiled, "Yeah, but one of the waitresses had a couch, and she offered to put you up, so I knew you'd be okay."
She rolled her head, "Oh! Did we...?"
He gave her a long stare, "No. But you kissed me. And not for just a second."
She smiled and nodded, "I kissed a lot of guys in those days."
"And I kissed one girl a lot in those days. My wife. But I remembered your name. And I thought people like you who came to New York in those days were like lambs to the slaughter. I don't know, I guess that's how it stuck."
She stared at him, "Yikes!"
"So...I would check the Village Voice, and go to galleries where you showed and.... do you have a camera?"
She was confused, "Uh, sure. Why?"
"Well, you're gonna have to take a couple of snaps and paint from that. I am, after all, the police commissioner of New York City. I do not have the time to sit fur portraits."
She grabbed a camera, "Of course."
He looked up at the camera, "At a certain point, I think it's important to take stock of what you had. But also... if you get the chance, what you missed, too." He saw her staring longing at him, "Don't you think?"
She nodded, "Yeah." He stood to leave, "That's all this is."
She stepped closer to him, "Frank, did you ever think to come to an opening, you know? come up and say hi?"
He stared down at her and kept his feelings in check, "Yeah. I thought it." He turned and left.
A few days later, he returned to her loft to retrieve his portrait. He stood before the easel. She pulled back the canvas and he stared at it. He chuckled as he stared at it. It was a portrait of him as a patrol cop and his figure resembled the exact way he looked when he was playing Thomas Magnum of Magnum P.I."
He turned to her and before he knew it, she was in his arms and she was sliding his overcoat off his shoulders.
He pulled back and stared into her dark eyes, "You know I'm no longer married." She gave him a weak smile and nodded, "Yeah, I know I checked you out online. I wanted to catch you off guard."
He swept her dark hair behind her ear, "Well you accomplished your mission so I'm returning the favor."
"Hmm I like it, Getting to tease and get teased and I like both. What else did you have in mind, Frank?"
He stepped even closer to her, "Oh, I don't know, maybe I could just take you to your bed over there, take off everything on your body and have my way with you. The exact way I wanted back in the late 70's."
She was grinning from ear to ear, "Sounds great. So what are you waiting for?" She led him over to her bed and threw back the comforter. She took a step back and slid her dressing gown off her shoulders. She removed her blouse and shimmied out of her ankle length skirt. She stood naked beside the bed, grinning at him. She stepped closer top him, her naked body screamed for attention.
Frank's face lit-up and she leaned in and whispered, "You can do whatever you want to me. Frank."
She closed the distance between him and whispered, "But First!" Her tongue slipped between his lips, into his mouth, kissing him hard and as she pressed her lush body to his, she groaned. She drew back, "I'm going to give you my body to play with. It isn't as firm as in the 70's but I'm so much more adept to fucking now then back then. You can either make love to me, or you can just fuck me like you always wanted to. Either way, I don't care, I just want to get fucked....hard!"
Very seductively, Trudy spread out on the bed. She had her legs belt and open. Her arms were above her head, causing her huge tits to flatten upon her chest. She licked her lips and whispered, "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to get naked and join me on my bed."
Frank kept his eyes glued to her huge tits. He saw her large aeroules, they were the size of silver dollars, but they still looked small atop those huge mounds of flesh.