Into The Blue || Blue Bloods Fanfiction

03; You're Safe

Next afternoon, before arriving at the Reagan's, she pulled her car into another driveway, then sat behind the wheel for a few minutes while she worked to get her emotions under control. Once she walked into that house she would need to put on a brave face.

Blowing out a breath, she opened the door and stepped out into the cool, crisp air with a smile plastered on her face. She walked over to the back door, not at all surprised to find it unlocked. No matter how many times she tried to tell her parents to keep the door locked, her father would point out that he's an ex-cop. If someone did try to break in, they were the ones in for a surprise.

"Dad!" Noelle called out as she entered the house.

"Noelle, sweetie, is that you?" she heard her mother, Evie, ask before she entered the kitchen.

"Yeah, Mom, it's me." She hugged the older woman, then pulled back to look at her, resting her hands on her arms. "How are you feeling today, Mom?"

"I feel great!" Evie exclaimed. "What about you, dear? How was school?"

Noelle's eyes flickered over to the doorway, seeing her father standing there. Between her mother's comment and the look on his face, she knew her mother was having a bad day and was lost somewhere in the past.

She plastered a smile on her face and looked back at her mother. "School was fine, Mom."

"How did you do on that test?" she questioned.

"I...aced it?" Noelle guessed, unsure which test she meant.

"I knew you would." With a proud smile on her face, she tucked some hair behind her daughter's ear that had fallen from her ponytail. "I told you, you were worried for nothing. I knew you could do it, sweetie."

"Thanks, Mom."

"Where's Jamie?" With a confused look on her face, Evie looked over at the back door, then looked back at her daughter. "Is he still coming over to make cookies? Mary called praising them last time; which reminds me, she wanted the recipe for it."

Noelle swallowed hard, feeling tears fill her eyes as she watched her mother muttering to herself, asking where she put the recipe. She opened a few different drawers and began to search through them, jerking everything out and dropping it on the floor.

"Mom?" Noelle walked over to her mother. "Mom, it's okay, you can give her the recipe next time." She didn't want to tell her mom that Mary has passed away years ago- while she was in a past memory it was best to go along with it.

"No...no! I have to give it to her now!" Evie stated, getting upset and frustrated that she couldn't find it. "Where is it? Where is it?" she cried out, turning away from her daughter and pulled open another drawer.

"Evie, honey, Evie, why don't you go lay down and I'll find the recipe." Her father wrapped his arms around her from behind. She instantly relaxed back against him and nodded her head in response. He glanced over his shoulder to look at his daughter, telling her he would be right back.

"You let me know when little Jamie gets here and we'll get started on those cookies," Evie called out as her husband led her out of the kitchen.

"I will. I'm sure he'll be here in a few minutes," Noelle lied.

"That little Jamie Reagan is such a sweet boy. A sweet, sweet boy," she cooed as she walked through the doorway and out of the room.

Alone in the kitchen, she began to pick up the things her mother had thrown on the floor. She sniffed, then reached up to wipe a few tears from her cheek. It was always hard seeing her mother like this; slipping into the past, forgetting things and having unpredictable mood swings. She didn't have to ask her mom what memory she was in because she remembered it.