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Walk the Distance Part 1

"Well, someone's in a cheerful mood today," Officer Faith Yokas commented as her partner strolled in the locker room.

"Aren't I always?"

"NO!" three voices chimed together.

"What do you guys know?" Maurice Boscorelli replied to his partner and Officers John "Sully" Sullivan and Ty Davis.

"Who was the girl this time? Meet her at a bar or something? Another of those famous Boscorelli one-night stands?" Faith questioned.

"I'm hurt." He plopped down in front of his locker. "I'll have you know, you are very wrong. I haven't had a one night stand in a long time."

"It has to be a girl." Faith stood next to him.

"Sounds to me like Bosco is actually serious about someone," Davis spoke up.

"Why do you all assume its a woman?"

It was. He was on cloud nine for the first time in a long while. This woman had changed him in many ways. They had been seriously dating for two months, but had known each other for four. Somehow he had managed to keep it a secret from Faith. He couldn't hide it anymore.

"You gonna tell us?" Faith turned to her own locker.

"Nope."

He slammed his locker then left for roll call. He took a seat, leaving one open for Faith. Bosco couldn't wait to tell her about it. He just didn't want to announce it to the whole squad. It was personal. He waited until he and Faith were in the car driving around.

"I think I'm in love," he announced.

"What?" Faith abruptly stopped the car. "I'm not hearing correctly."

"Yeah. You are."

"When? Who? Why haven't you given me every detail into your sex life like you do?"

"I don't know when. Her name is Sadie, and once again I don't know."

"Sadie? What, she like 60? Geez, Bosco one extreme to another?"

"No, she's 28. It's weird. All my other relationships seemed mostly about the sex. With Sadie, she was a challenge. Don't get me wrong, the sex is great, but that isn't the basis of the relationship."

"Yeah? How'd you meet her?"

"She's a bartender at my Ma's bar," Bosco stopped when central alerted them to a call.

After their shift had ended Bosco convinced Faith to go with him to his Ma's bar. He wanted her to meet Sadie. For once he was very proud of his girlfriend. He wanted to show her off. Once he entered the bar, his mother greeted him.

"Hey, remind me to thank Sadie. I get to see so much more of you," Angela Boscorelli said.

"Yeah? She here?"

"Out back. Someone from her day job needed to talk to her. Wait at the bar. Oh, it's good to see ya Faith."

"Same here." Faith followed Bosco to the bar. "Day job?"

"She's an assistant to some small scale coffee distributor. She bartends to pay off college loans or something."

"Maurice!" A brunette about Bosco's height appeared from behind the counter. She was dressed in blue jeans, sneakers, and a cardigan. Not the usual outfit for a bartended or one of his girlfriends for that matter. But that was what he liked about her.

"Hey, Sadie," he said as he kissed her on the lips. "This is my partner, Faith Yokas."

"Sadie Bradley. Nice to meet you." She extended her hand.

"It's nice to meet the person who's caused him to be bearable for once," Faith laughed.

"Glad I could be of help?" She leaned into Bosco. "What can I get you?"

"You should know what I like."

"Is that so? One Pepsi coming up then." Sadie pulled back with a grin on her face. "Faith?"

"A beer."

"Two beers coming up. You make my job so easy." She sat the two beers down and headed to another customer. "I'm cutting you off sir. You've had enough."

"Don't tell me my business woman," the drunken man said.

"I'm the one serving the drinks, so without me you got nothing. I'll be glad to pour you a cup of coffee." Sadie reached for his glass as the man grabbed her arm. "Let go of my arm," she stated calmly.

"Sadie?" Bosco got up.

"It's ok. I got it." She turned to the drunken man. "Let go of my arm." She moved around to the other side of the bar and was next to the drunk man. In one swift move she had her free arm on his wrist causing him to cry out in pain. "I know where more pressure points are. Let go."

"Bitch," he hissed letting go.

"Better that than a drunk!" she called as he walked away. "What?" She looked at Faith and Bosco.

"You sure handled yourself." Faith took a swig of her drink.

"Ah, it was nothing." She laughed. "You just gotta show these guys who's boss." She reached out to take Bosco's hand. "I told you I can take care of myself."

"I know."

"Oh, I have to bail on that thing tomorrow. My boss needs me."

"No big deal. We'll go another time."

"I better get going," Faith spoke up.

"You aren't walking are you? I'm willing to give up Maurice. He'll drive you."

"I don't get to talk for myself now?" he joked.

"You were going to do it anyway. Better get going. I bet your husband is waiting for you. It was nice meeting you." Sadie walked around to the bar.

"Call me." Bosco leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Will do."

"What thing?" Faith asked once outside.

"Some museum I think. I don't know. It was her idea."

"Bosco, you are so whipped." Faith laughed as she got in the car.

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It was 3 am when the lights flicked on in the tiny apartment. She dropped her bag down on the kitchen chair then made her way to a small fish tank. After feeding the two goldfish she shuffled into the bedroom. She was about to change in her room then changed her mind and entered the bathroom.

"Just about the only place I've got any privacy." She walked out of the bathroom only to be startled by the phone. "Yeah?"

"Joe's Bar?"

"Wrong number," she grumbled. Slipping on a pair of clogs and throwing on a jacket she stumbled out the door. She stopped at the phone booth on the corner and dialed the familiar number. "It's Logan."

"What's the status?" the voice on the other end barked.

"It's a go. I'm in."

"And the complication?"

"There is no complication, sir. Hear me? You dragged me into this. I won't let you ruin my life or his because of it. Just keep an eye on me. He doesn't completely trust me yet."

"Don't worry. You don't make a move me and the boys don't see. We really enjoyed that show you and him put on the other night."

"You're a pig."

"If that's the case, why don't you put on a cute little number tonight instead of those flannel pajamas," his voice sounded sleazy

"Screw you."

"Would ya?" he laughed as the phone clicked on her end.

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"You gonna tell Sadie you love her?" Faith shoved her bag into her locker.

"Not so loud," Bosco hissed.

"Bosco in love?" Davis teased.

"Men! Yokas!" Sergeant Christopher yelled. "Get moving."

"What's up his ass?" Bosco questioned.

"Let's go find out," Sully said as he walked out.

"Gentlemen, this is Detective Connors from the 29th. He needs our help. Listen up," Lt. Swersky said.

"I have a female officer undercover in Vito DiPaulo's organization. We had surveillance on her, but somehow they lost her. All we know was they were taking her to their main office today. She got pretty close to DiPaulo, so as long as they don't know she's a badge, she's safe. I have reason to believe that she is in this sector somewhere. What I need is for a few of you officers to patrol certain areas they may have her. If you spot DiPaulo, call me. My men will take it from there. This is too important for my officer's cover to be blown unless it has to be." Connors paused. "Any questions?"

"Who's the officer?" someone asked.

"Not important. The less people who know the better." He looked down before speaking again. "Boscorelli and Yokas. Stay back."

"Yeah?" Bosco walked up to the Detective.

"I don't want you near those places on the sheet I passed out. I know you are a hot head. You will not endanger my officer."

"What? Fine," Bosco muttered as he stalked away.

"You just threw away your best chance at finding your officer. You don't know what Bosco can do." Faith turned and followed her partner.

"Yes, I do. He can bring this whole thing down."

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A squad car passed the old abandoned warehouse. A lonely figure was slumped in a chair, arms and legs tied to the chair. The warehouse was falling apart and looked like it would fall down in a second. The person tied to the chair shivered as a breeze blew by. The officers in the squad car kept on going, oblivious to the captive's plight.

"You thought you could trick me? Bat your eyelashes at me and I'd be fooled?"

"Why are you doing this? I thought you trusted me? I thought I was gonna be in?"

"I don't let liars work in my organization."

"Vito, please. I swear on my mother's grave," she began but Vito's hand across her face stopped her.

"No more excuses! You lied. You weren't to be involved with anyone. No one could be in your life. That was the deal. My people are single. No one is supposed to be there wondering where you are. It makes my job easier. Who is he?"

"There is no one!"

"Don't lie to me. I know you have someone. Why I trusted you is beyond me. Who is he? I know there is someone, because I know you aren't the Virgin Mary." He stepped around and pulled her head back.

"How'd you find out?"

"Prenatal vitamins. I found them in your bag. I should never have trusted some stupid little barmaid. That place has been nothing but trouble since your bosses son started coming around more." He saw something in her eyes. "The cop. You've been screwing the cop?"

"NO! He just talked to me a few times. Nothing more! I'm still single. The father was just some guy one night. Didn't even know his name. It's ok Vito. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was just scared."

"Vito, bad news man," one of his man said. He rushed up to the two. "Ransacked her place. Nothing there. I saw a surveillance truck outside. Got a guy to run her prints."

"And?"

"You got yourself a cop."

"Oh god," she cried.

"He can't help you now," Vito hissed. "Un-fucking-believable."

"Want me to get rid of her?"

"No. I'll take care of it. I don't want her dead just yet. Waiting until she least expects it is much more effective. When I'm done with her, you can dump her somewhere she'll be found." He turned to the officer. "You don't die yet."