So this is going to be a story that I've been meaning to write for a ong time now, it's a crossing over with Third Watch and another TV series that I'm not going to name right now (maybe in Chapter 3), but it'll be mainly Third Watch

I hope you like the first Chapter

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"Es irrt der Mensch, so lang er strebt." –Johann Wolfgang Goethe, Faust I

„Ich bin der Geist, der stets verneint!

Und das mit Recht; denn alles, was entsteht,

Ist wert, dass es zugrunde geht;

Drum besser wär's, wenn nichts entstünde.

So ist denn alles, was ihr Sünde,

Zerstörung, kurz, das Böse nennt,

Mein eigentliches Element." –Johann Wolfgang Goethe, Faust I

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It was freezing cold. Like always the heater in the car was broken at the most inconvenient time imaginable. Probably it would be fixed just that moment when the weather had decided that it was only October and not December.

"You think we would get a call or something, would keep us warm," Faith complained. Normally she was the one that put up with everything without a word, but today the cold made her cranky. And to make things even worse, Fred was angry with her. She had spend the entire night on the couch, because Fred had accused her of working too much and never having time for him or the kids. Nevertheless he was a better father since his accident than he had been before. He really took care of Emily and Charlie. But Yesterday she was so angry with him that she'd decided to sleep in the living room. Now her neck and back hurt like hell.

Bosco was surprisingly easy to work with that day, so her mood wasn't as bad as could be imagined. He'd only whined a bit when he again got the bad radio and since they'd stopped for food half an hour ago he was still eating some fries. The only thing she regretted was that no criminal of New York City had decided to do something stupid that would keep her from thinking about her family life.

"I don't know. I kinda like it. The cold I mean," her partner mumbled, his mouth full of half-chewed fries. She looked at him like he was insane. Which he was, probably.

"Are you kidding? My hands are frozen and they won't warm up until it's spring. You want to spend the next four months driving with a partner that can't hold a gun? And I can't even think about my feet, because they're so cold that I can't even feel them anymore."

"Yeah, I know. I saw a documentary on that once. About why women always have cold toes and fingers. Had something to do with concentrating the body heat. But seriously, I like the cold. I'd rather live in Alaska than in the Sahara. I mean I like the sun and all, but I don't like it when it's too hot. Makes chasing the bad guys more difficult. Maybe I should live somewhere cold and sunny."

He was making fun of her and she really didn't like that.

"You know what, Bosco? I thought you can fix cars. Why don't you try and fix the heater, huh? Would give you something to do so I don't have to listen to your crap right now. And anyway, I thought you liked the night. There isn't much sun at midnight."

"Well, I guess I'll have to find a place where it's cold and sunny and night."

She wondered, if he was making a joke or if he was serious. It looked like he really believed what he was saying. It was incredible how stupid he could be.

Fortunately they were interrupted by her radio. She grinned. Finally something to do and hopefully something like chasing a bank robber. Bosco was driving, so she would be the one to get to run after some criminal.

"Central to all units of the 55. 55-Edward has radioed a 10-13 at 78th and Lex. I repeat 10-13 at 78th and Lex. Shots fired, proceed with caution, multiple suspects."

She was immediately regretting her wish for a call. 55-Edward was the unit Gusler was assigned to, she hoped nothing had happened.

While she answered central, Bosco started the car and turned on the lights and sirens. A 10-13 was the second to worst thing to happen. Hearing people you know, people you work with cry for help or fight for their lives was excruciating. The worst thing was calling in a 10-13 yourself. She'd done it a few times and every time she was scared out of her wits. Not only for herself, but also for all her friends that she would drag into the mess with her. And, of course, for Bosco. He was always so irresponsible. He just ran towards the danger not caring that he could die. Often, she'd told him that he had to watch out for himself, but he always said she was overprotective and that everything was okay. He also told her that he absolutely trusted her in backing him up.

Only once had she failed him and she still regretted everything that had lead to her abandoning her partner and best friend, when he needed her most. Although he'd said it wasn't her fault she felt responsible and had sworn never to lie to him again about anything.

"Holy shit!" his words brought her back to reality.

She looked at what had prompted them and gasped. 55-Edward was standing in front of a shabby looking motel and was completely wrecked. There were bullet holes all over the car and it looked like they had come to a halt on top of some garbage cans that had been standing on the sidewalk. The worst was the front. The car had crashed through a glass wall and was finally stopped by the massive brick wall of the motel. Its hood looked like it had been crumbled. There was no sign of the officers that had formerly been sitting in the front seats that were now one big ball of leather and crumbled steel. There was no other RMP in sight so she concluded that they were the first ones on location. The shooters could still be on scene.

Just as she wanted to tell Bosco to stay in the car, shots were fired and the front window cracked. She ducked reaching over to drag Bosco down, but that wasn't necessary, he had reacted as fast as she had. More shots ringed in her ear and she could hear a car first screeching to a stop and then taking off loudly. Everything was silent.

"Faith, you okay?"

She raised her head to look at her friend and managed a nod, seeing that he was okay, too.

"You think they're gone?" he asked her.

"I don't know, but I hear sirens. The others must be on their way. Better we get a grip and look around."

He nodded and took his weapon from its holster, grapping it firmly in both hands. She copied his movement. Then she started to rise, the whole time ready to duck again. But there was no sound that made her suspicious. Finally, she could open the door and took cover behind it. Looking around she could see Bosco doing the same. The scene presented itself exactly like it had a minute ago, except that there was a bit more glass on the ground.

Before she could do anything besides glancing around 55-Charlie arrived, while Sully and Davis tried to simultaneously take cover and get a picture of the situation, she tried to think about what would be the next step. Clearly, they had to find Gusler and his partner Monaghan, but first they had to make sure that the shooters or the shooter was really gone. Before she had a chance to talk to the others, Bosco said:

"I'm gonna see where they are," and ran towards the damaged RMP. She should have known that he was gonna do something stupid, but she hadn't anticipated that it was something as stupid as running across a street when a shooter could still be in the vicinity. So she did the only thing that she could think of and followed him. Crouch-walking, she grabbed her gun firmer and tried to observe everything that was going on around her. When she reached the car, she gasped. Bosco, who was crouching beside her, was pale as a ghost. Ever since she had seen the unit she'd hoped that Gusler and Monaghan had miraculously escaped, however when she saw what had happened to them, she had a hard time not throwing up.

The whole front of the car ad been comprised into one compact square of metal and rubber. The only thing that wasn't artificial were the remains of the two officers that had been sitting in the front seats. She could discern Guslers brown hair in the area were the passenger seat normally was, but nothing else was visible between the seat and the mess in front of it. Monaghan looked even worse, because all she could see was an arm that was lying at such an odd angle that it must have been broken at least two times.

Bosco shifted beside her.

"I really hope that asshole, that did this is still here. I want to take him out personally."

"Bos, please. Be quiet. I don't think they're still here. After your little stunt we can safely assume that they were in the car we heard."

Although he still looked grim, he relaxed a bit. When she heard footsteps behind them, she tensed only to see that it was Davis, coming to see what had happened.

"Oh my God," were the only words she could hear him utter before he ran off again, hands pressed on his mouth.

She leaned against the side of the car and put away her weapon. Sighing, she closed her eyes and didn't open them until she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Bosco, telling her that the paramedics had arrived and she needed to talk to the witnesses. As usual, nobody had seen nothing and so they were on their way to the house not half an hour after they had gotten the call. While Faith ignored Bosco's rambling about the 1000 and one ways he would kill that bastard she tried not to think about the two cops. Of course the attempt was futile and so she spend the entire drive thinking about what she knew of her colleagues, although she knew that it was only making her unhappier.

Filling out the paperwork helped a bit and after they had finished, or rather she had finished, her partner had excused himself again, Swersky called for everybody to attend a meeting on what had happened.

After about half the shift had arrived he began.

"As you all have heard or maybe seen, Officers Monaghan and Gusler were killed in a car accident that occurred after they were shot several times. According to witnesses a dark car dropped off two men with automatics, that started shooting at the unit and were picked up by the same car after the accident and after shooting at 55-David. Luckily neither Officer Boscorelli, nor Officer Yokas were injured."

Faith didn't feel lucky at all after what she'd seen an hour ago and looking at Bosco, she knew he was feeling the same.

"The statements weren't conclusive," Swersky continued, "so all we know right now is that we're looking for a dark Mercedes and two guys, athletic, both about 1.8m carrying automatic guns. I know that this is close to nothing, but we're trying to find out more. So keep your eyes open and don't do anything stupid."

Chattering, the cops left the room and only Faith remained behind to ask Swersky if someone had called Guslers mom. The lieutenant told her that everything was taken care of and she left to join Bosco in the car. Without a word he drove down the streets.

Half an hour after they had left he pulled up to the curb and leaned back.

"You okay? I mean, you knew Gusler better than I did. I hated him when I had to take him with me on patrol, you know when you were out sick. But you liked him, right?"

"I just keep thinking about him, you know. This is the first time someone I really knew died in the line of duty and it feels so different to what I feel when someone dies that I knew nothing of besides the name. He was a nice guy. A bit shy maybe," she laughed, remembering how she'd tried to convince him not to call her ma'am.

"You think they'll hold the funeral at a time, when we don't have to work?" Bosco asked.

"I think so. Normally they do right? I'll go anyway. Maybe I'll take a day off. You'll be there, too, right? Even if you hated him. He deserves it. And so does Monaghan."

"Of course I'll be there. But I'll also see to it that the guy who did this gets what he deserves."

She nodded. It was so typical of Bosco to have revenge in mind. Hell, she even wanted to get that guy.

At last it seemed like the criminal genius of New York had been awakened and they were kept busy for the rest of the shift.

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