She's So High

A Third Watch Story

Summary: An Upper East Side princess and a Brooklyn bad ass join forces on the streets of New York when she joins the NYPD. His world is turned upside down as he realizes that first impressions don't mean a thing. The expression "Don't judge a book by its cover" heavily weighs here. Pairings will be named later.

Disclaimer: I only own my OC.

Author's Note: This takes place about 1 year after the series finale. The main characters will be Bosco and my OC. I'm going to write this in the first person, but go ahead and ask me to go back to my original style if you don't like it. PLEASE REVIEW!

Chapter One: From Fifth to Fifty-Fifth

Whoa! He could hardly be blamed for that thought as he watched an amazingly hot woman walk through the doors of the precinct. Even before she put her expensive looking shades in her long, loosely curled brown hair like a head band, he knew that she was so beyond even the great Boscorelli's reach. It really stung his pride, but he knew her breed. Upper East Sider princess, he'd already been down that road as the slummer for one of the Manhattan beauties, and he wouldn't fall again. But, he was a man, and he could appreciate beauty and this girl had plenty of it. Starting at her expensive looking black heels, his eyes trailed up her black tight-clad well-toned legs to the hem of her short black satin-looking skirt, over the small curvature of her perfect ass, to the dress shirt that had to have been tailored to fit that miraculous body so well, he just eyed her and his ego took every hit straight to the gut. Her face was like a supermodel's with sophisticated features that held a confident look that he knew that was just handed to her. Her eyes were a rich chocolate brown, with subtle makeup, and her perfectly shaped lips were tinted with a burgundy shade. Her eyes gave way something that her expression didn't, she was nervous. He almost laughed, how many times did a Manhattan bombshell get nervous? Never. She had a black garment bag, similar to the one that he carried his uniform in, slung over her shoulder, and the purse that his mom was drooling over in the window of Sacs just this weekend, it was some sort of designer number that would cost a whole months worth of checks. He continued to watch, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, over looking the lobby area of the Precinct House, as she walked over to the desk and talked to Lieutenant Swanson. He watched the balding head of the Lieu nod and turn to look at him. Lieu made a motion with his fingers, beckoning Bosco over to him. Bosco complied immediately, not wanting another reprimand, and a chance to help this girl out was just a sign from God. "Yeah, Lieu?" Bosco asked, eyeing the girl more carefully. No flaws up close either, where did they make these women?

"Officer Boscorelli, this is Officer Pryce." He introduced and Bosco knew that he couldn't keep the shock off his face. Pryce? This hottie was a Pryce and a cop? How in the hell-? She gave him a look of contempt.

Bosco held out his hand, she took it reluctantly. "Bosco." He told her.

"Melanie or Mel." She replied. He took her in again, Melanie Pryce, only daughter of Stephen Pryce, the oldest money in Manhattan. He owned half of it on his own, but he'd married Brigitte Caldwell, who was old money as well and owned her own modeling agency. They were the wealthiest family in New York, aside from Trump, and their daughter had become a cop?

"Bosco, I want you to show Pryce to the Locker Room, and then take her over to Roll Call." Lieu ordered. Bosco nodded and walked away, knowing that the princess would be right on his heels, so to speak. He didn't ask questions, he knew most things about her already just from what his mother told him in the gossip, oops, society columns. She was 18, a graduate of a prestigious prep school with honors, and was supposed to be soon engaged to David something, and had for some unknown reason, took a year off from going to Harvard. He didn't feel the least bit perverted for checking out an 18 year-old, though Yokas would've kicked his ass, she was younger than Emily. At least she was legal and he didn't look at her like she was kind of his. Besides he was in his early thirties, it wasn't that big a gap. He wasn't old, just older. And nothing would happen because girls like this wanted more money, not some Brooklyn beat cop. He was safe to fight with her, check her out, and ignore her to his hearts content. Hopefully, he would do the latter because there was no way that he'd have to spend more than an hour total with her a day. They walked into the Locker Room and he opened the empty locker next to his. "Take this one, keep all your valuables in the back, no one will get in. If you want to, keep the jewelry in mine. Get changed and we'll head over to Roll Call." He told her in an authoritative voice. He did not know what possessed him to offer his locker like that-stupid, stupid Bosco. It was probably safer in his, but still, he thought he didn't want to spend extra time with her? Dumb ass. Mel began to change into her uniform expertly. How did a girl like this become a cop and why? Mysteries to be solved, maybe he could get Yokas to abuse her position in Anti-Crime and do some digging. Not that they'd find anything interesting, these society types were good at covering up. She was ready; her uniform somehow looked more flattering and expensive when on her. It fit well. Bosco had to force himself to just nod and he led the way to Roll Call. He went and sat down next to Parker, his partner since the new Lieu thought that he didn't need to ride solo, and Pryce stood at the back with the rest of the rookies. Lieu stood up in front of everyone and called out names. When that was finished, he started handing out assignments. "Parker, Camden you'll be in 55Charlie…Boscorelli, you'll take Pryce in 55David." Bosco groaned and turned around to look at Pryce, who was less than pleased; her designer shades on top of her now pulled back hair. Her arms were crossed under her bust and she just looked straight ahead. Bosco turned back around and crossed his arms too, leaning back in his chair as Parker gave Bosco envious eyes. "You're lucky, man. She's hot!" Parker told him in whisper as the rest of the assignments were called out.

"Yeah, sure. Hot with an attitude problem." Bosco grumbled.

"Dude, three women said that about you yesterday alone!" Parker told him, causing Bosco to send him a death glare, which shut him up quickly.

"Alright, good luck today everyone. Dismissed!" Lieu called out and everyone stood and dispersed. Bosco walked over to where Pryce was standing, she glanced at him, turned on heel, which were now police issue loafer-types, proving her much shorter than he originally thought, putting her at about five foot three or four. They walked out together and he went to get there radios. He handed her one and she clipped it expertly on her uniform and turned it on. She didn't say a word to him as they walked outside the House and she put on her sunglasses. They looked out of place when she was playing cop, but she didn't notice much of anything as she got into the passenger seat of 55David. Whoa! She isn't going to fight for driving rights? Most rooks do…what the hell? "You don't want to drive?" Bosco asked, unable to let it slide, as he got into the driver's seat.

"I thought rookies never get to drive." She said, looking straight ahead. Bosco started the car and pulled out of the parking space and began patrol.

"That's not the point. Most rookies beg to drive."

"I'm not the begging type." She told him, watching her side.

Bosco stifled a laugh. "That much is obvious."

"I don't have a license, Boscorelli. I won't be driving at all." She told him, volunteering information for the first time.

"Oh. But how did you get here?" He asked as they turned onto Arthur. She glanced at him.

"My driver took me." She answered stiffly. He nodded, knowing that this was probably true. Really, who needed a license when they had a limousine complete with driver? "I'll be getting a license in a few months, but I won't ask to drive. I won't be good enough to chase or anything. I'd have to pass the driver's course." She told him and again, he just nodded. That course was fun when he took it. But how did she pass the academy without taking the course? Of course, they wouldn't have forced her to get her license, not when her daddy was an investor in the force. He liked driving better anyway. He only yet Yokas because she would bitch about it, and he never let Parker. This rookie was going to be a cakewalk. The day was starting out easy enough, a few traffic stops and a solicitor, but when the sun started to go down, he'd see how the rookie could handle the 55. They pulled on 82nd and immediately saw a hooker getting roughed up by her pimp in an alleyway between an adult book store and a coffee house. Bosco pulled the squad over onto the sidewalk and signaled for Pryce to get out of the car with him. She immediately did and they walked into the alley, Bosco had his flashlight trained on the pimp, who stopped and faced the two officers. The hooker was crying on the ground, her knees pulled up to her chin. Pryce kept her hand on her gun, ready, and so did Bosco. This rookie was good. She'd called in the stop for him while he was getting out, and he didn't have to tell her. Enough concentrating on Pryce, he turned to the pimp. "Is there a problem officers?" The pimp said in a polite voice that was masking frustration.

"We were just driving by and noticed your handy work, jag-off." Bosco said flashing the light on the crying hooker. The pimp pulled out a 9 mil from the back of his jeans and pointed it at Bosco. "Think you're a big man, jag-off? Beating up your hooker, then pulling a gun on a cop? Wouldn't rate your intelligence to high, would you?"

"Back off, man. This ain't none of your business." The pimp said shaking the gun in his hand. Bosco pulled his gun and aimed it at the pimp, not before noticing that Pryce had already done that. He aimed at the jag-off's head with his flashlight butt up with the gun.

"This is my district, everything's my business." Bosco told him. The pimp turned tail and took off running. "Call this in, Pryce!" Bosco yelled as he took off down the alley.

"55David on foot pursuit of a white man, approximately 6 foot tall, with dark hair, wearing blue jeans and a white wife-beater down an alleyway on 82nd. Be advised, suspect is armed and unstable." She called over the radio and started attending to the prostitute. "55David to Central, requesting a bus at this location, we also have a woman injured."

"Central to 55David, 10-4." Melanie really wanted to back Bosco up, but she couldn't leave the girl unattended. At least not until the bus got there. Her first day was really shaping up to be pretty much what she expected. She watched all those cop shows like NYPD Blue and CSI: NY, even Law&Order, just to see what to expect, and this was just what she was expecting. But, no amount of television could prepare her for the reality of a girl crying in her arms with untold amounts of bleeding because of some-what was Bosco's word? Oh yeah, jag-off. She heard the sirens as a bus and another squad rushed towards them. When the medics ran out with their kits over to her, she told the other officers where Bosco took off to, and then ran after him. She didn't know if the other officers were behind her, but she didn't really care, she just wanted to get to her partner. She learned in the academy the value of a partner and even if she didn't think that Bosco liked her, he was her partner, for better or worse. God, it sounded like a marriage. Her gun was out as she ran down the alleyway, not able to see anything in front of her, praying that she didn't get shot, not on her first day. Finally she heard gun fire off to her left and called it on the radio before running the direction of the bullets. She saw Bosco and the pimp in a standstill a bullet hole in the wall next to Bosco's head. She put the gun on the pimp and slowly edged towards her partner. "Get out of here, Pryce." Bosco called.

"No way." She told him, edging towards the perp. "Look," She said to him. "Just put the gun down and this can all go away. You don't want to do this."

"No? Try me." He said, pointing his gun at her. "You pigs had to come in and mess around in my biz-ness and it wasn't any of yours."

She looked him in the eyes. "You were roughing up one of your girls. You really think that we were going to stand by and let you get on with it?" She told him calmly.

"She was a whore; you coulda looked the other way." He said, his gun shaking.

Melanie eyed the gun carefully. "Put the gun down, please." She said, trying to stay in control.

"No." He said and then things started moving too fast for Mel to keep up. He fired his gun and at the same time she was knocked to the ground as Bosco jumped on top of her and fired his. The pimp went down hard and she was staring at his direction with wide eyes in shock. Bosco called over the radio, "We need some medics down here." And he got off of her. He held out a hand, which she took, and stood up. "You ok, princess?" He asked, looking at her. His blue eyes were a bit worried, but other than that he didn't seem fazed that he'd just shot a man.

"Yeah, I guess." He smirked and the medics came up to them. He went to the tall man with black hair and a square jaw. "Carlos, how's the girl?"

"We got her boarded and we'll take her to Mercy as soon as we check out this guy. You two should probably go to. In case you have find family or anything." Bosco nodded and Carlos went to the pimp and sighed. "He's dead. We'll call the morgue." Bosco led the way as they walked to their squad and they got in, Melanie didn't know what to say so she didn't say anything. Bosco killed a guy to protect her. He barely knew her and he would do that, who else in her life ever would? David, her fiancé, would've handed her over on a silver platter just to save his own skin, and her father would probably do the same. But the man that she just met, one that didn't even like her, saved her life, risking his own. Killed someone, to save hers. It was strange. Not something that she was used to. "So, you ok? Really?" Bosco asked from the seat next to her.

"Yeah. Just-adjusting." She said.

"We'll get two days off, because of this. Lieu will probably suggest going to a shrink that we have on staff." Bosco said.

"I'll go to my own." She told him. "Is this all that happens? Two days off and a trip to the psychiatrist?" She asked. He just shrugged and concentrated on the road. "Why'd you do it? How did you know he was going to shoot me?"

"His gun got steady, even someone strung out will attempt to steady a gun before firing. He'd a hit ya." He said, not answering her first question, not really.

"Why'd you do it?" She asked.

He looked at her and smiled. "You're my partner. Next time though, just listen to me and get out of there."

"Not on your life, Boscorelli. If you can risk your neck for me, I can do the same."

"Yeah, well, your daddy wouldn't like it very much if his little princess got killed protecting some cop, would he?" Her heart sank.

"You only did it because of my father?" She said her voice low. He shook his head and laughed.

"No. I told you, you're my partner. I just don't want you getting shot. From now on, keep your vest on." He said, his smile gone. They pulled into Angel of Mercy hospital and parked in the restricted zone. They walked in and Bosco got started on the paper work while she was checked out by the doctors. She didn't feel it but she was scrapped up from her fall. When she got the all clear, she walked to the nurses' station and asked, "That girl that came in, the prostitute, how is she doing?"

"She had internal injuries that the doctor's couldn't stabilize, she didn't make it. Here's her sheet with an address." A busy nurse said, handing her a piece of paper. Melanie couldn't believe it. She hadn't looked that bad and now she was dead? It was…unbelievable. She walked over to Bosco and handed him the sheet.

"She didn't make it." She told him. "When do we go to her parents?"

He looked at her, his eyes neutral. "Now." He took the sheet and they walked out of the hospital.

It had been a long day, and he didn't want to make her do this. Pryce was a good cop and a genuinely good person and she didn't deserve to end her first day with this. They left when Lieu gave them the run through and they found the house easily. It was in the 55, so not a far drive, in one of the nicest neighborhoods. It killed him to watch her press the doorbell with her hat on, standing stiffly. A woman answered the door. "Yes?" She said a frustrated voice already.

"Are you Lisa Strauss's mother?" Melanie asked.

"Yes, has she been picked up again?" The mother asked.

"Ma'am, could we talk to you inside?" Bosco asked. The woman nodded and they walked into the nice home. Bosco and Mel took off their hats. "You might want to sit down." Bosco said. The woman complied immediately, worry written quite plainly on her face.

"What happened? Is Lisa ok?" She questioned.

Melanie looked at Bosco, and then turned to the mother. "You're daughter was found in an alley on 82nd street, being beaten by her pimp." The woman now had tears in her eyes. "We were the officers on scene and the original assessment of the paramedics was that she would be fine. But when she arrived at the hospital, the doctors found out that she was bleeding internally. She didn't make it, I'm so sorry." Melanie said. Bosco was surprised at how well she handled her first inform. The woman broke down, just like so many before her, and all they could do was watch. A man came in and held her as she told him what happened. When they left, Melanie fell to the stairs and started crying. Her carefully placed guards falling down as she just shook with tears. All Bosco could do is hold her and consol her as she worked it out of her system.

Attention: For those of you who are fans of my Harry Potter story, I will be posting a new one soon! Just a small case of writers block. This was a bit of an experiment, so please review and tell me what you think! Did I capture Bosco well?