It's set in season 5, between Fury and Sleepind Dogs Lie. Could Cruz make Bosco jealous?
She was stuck in beat. She hated it, no wrong word she DETESTED it. Robberies, burglaries, traffic offences and domestic violence drove her round the bend. It was kid's stuff. She was longing for some action; adrenalin rushing and there was none. No gang wars, drug dealers, smugglers, mobsters, nothing and that doing nothing infuriated her most. Every day when she had to put her uniform on she felt deep contempt. Contempt for herself that knowing so well how to push right buttons and elude what seemed to be inevitable she couldn't play it out to her advantage. She could really consider herself lucky lately, first getting shot, then getting demoted and now getting raped while working undercover. The moment she entered her office her blood was up. Another huge pile of reports was on her desk waiting to be corrected. She wanted to scream and bang on the wall with her fists but decided against it. She would grin and bear it, there was no way she would give them satisfaction.
"Sarge, there's been a burglary on Lex and 131. Bosco and Monroe are there but they will need some back- up. Go and handle it."- Swersky said to her as she was handing him half of the corrected reports. To be honest she was thankful for every chance just to get away from station and desk. After her rape she was not only left in beat but also riding desk permanently. Swersky's order. They had a serious talk in his office, something about taking it easy, needing time to heal, bla bla bla and she was stuck here. And every minute was killing her. Because all she needed to get over this mess was her work, the best and only remedy that never let her down. It was simple, if you don't have chance and time to think about it, sooner or later you will forget about it. It was an ostrich tactic, to bury your head in sand, a coward's way, but she would never admit it. Just as the fact that all the horrific memories would eventually come flooding back and she would be forced to face them. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to deal with it. She was mentally exhausted with all blows she received lately and just didn't have strength to fight anymore. Deep down she knew that she wasn't also prepared for that because she was alone. If only there were somebody that would help her, support her and just be there for her it would be easier. Once it was, when her sister died, but now he was gone and would never be back. There has been too much between them, it was a hopeless case. All together was putting her in pessimistic mood. She left the station and as she was making for her car something made her stop dead in her tracks.
"Hey Cruz we are both heading for the same direction so give me a lift, will ya?"- Jelly asked, making himself comfortable in passenger seat, not even glancing at her as he was stirring his coffee, half of which was probably sugar.
"Somebody is going to pay."- she muttered under her breath as she got into the car.
He wasn't the first person that tried her patience today and probably not the last. But the next one would see what happens when you tease a peeved tigress.
" If you spill just a tiny drop of your sticky, sugary coffee in my car I promise you will lose 20 pounds."- she said emotionlessly.
"How?"- he asked baffled. This woman was strange.
"I will make sure that nobody will let you into a car and you will walk on your foot for the next twenty years."- she answered airily, but Jelly got the clue. Today was the day. He had to be careful both with his coffee and tongue if he wanted to make it from this car alive. When they came there Cruz pulled over and parked, breaking probably every possible rule. Oh, come on. What could they do? Give her a parking ticket? Funny indeed. Hello, she was a police officer herself. Beside she would like to see the brave one that would dare to give her, infamous Sergeant Cruz a parking ticket. The mere thought of it made her chuckle.
"Go straight and enter the yellow building over there."- Jelly said as they got out of the car. He started walking in the opposite direction.
"And you, where the hell are you going?"- she asked.
"To buy a donut. It's not my case. Remember apartment number 23F."- he said and disappeared. One moment, did he say apartment? No way, it meant that she would have to put up with a rowdy man, furious because somebody invaded his territory and brawling about their ineffectiveness, inability to protect decent citizens and so on. A woman would be even worse, whining, hysterical, scared and crazy. Bosco would be thrilled to bits to play his role of knight in shining armour coming to rescue another damsel in distress. Probably he has already showed how "protective" he can be. She tried to be cynical about it but felt only a stab of pain. Why the hell it bothered her so much? People thought she was cold, evil bitch devoid of human feelings, hurting other people for pleasure. And it should remain this way.
When she entered the apartment it was already crowded. It looked like a normal crime scene with experts in gloves looking for fingerprints, traces of blood, anything that could be labeled as evidence and checking what was stolen. It was pretty hard as the intruders made a total mess. Some papers, or files, shattered glass, books, clothes were all over the floor. But it seemed to be a nice, cosy apartment, her style.
She walked around a bit, looking carefully. Then her eyes focused on a particular sight. Bosco, Monroe and another person were standing in the corner and talking. He was a tall, dark- haired man, quite handsome for her taste. Something about his features was oddly familiar. She must have seen this man before, but where? Not wanting to disturb cops working here and curious about enigmatic man she decided to approach them.