Ann: My father owned a dry cleaners in the neighborhood. He got held up - by some junkie, probably. Shot dead over eighty bucks. The day after I buried him, I applied to the academy.
Beckett: So, then you decided to take the law into your own hands. Being a cop wasn’t enough?
Ann: Someone killed my dad, nothing’ll ever be enough, but doing what I do makes me feel better.
Beckett: You crossed the line, Ann.
Ann: Don’t pretend like we’re so different.
Beckett: Let’s talk about Tyler Faris.
Ann: Didn’t you lose your mom?
Beckett: We’re not here to discuss that.
Ann: Didn’t you shoot the guy who killed her right here in this precinct? The bullet that you took, isn’t that connected to her murder, too? Because that’s the rumor.
Beckett: I am not like you! I didn’t chop a man in half.
Ann: Neither did I.
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FOLLOW HIM!This needs to happen. I want to see that pic!
Reblogging again just to mention that this was the man who gave us that Stanathan hug picture.
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