Title: How Things Were

Summary: Bosco angst story about finding out who you really are. Later, Faith reveals a deep secret to Bosco. What will the secret be? Will he be able to keep it? Or will his life erupt out of control before he gets a chance to understand about himself, and life morals.

Author: Nikki

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: None that I could think of now.

Disclaimer: I own none of the Third Watch characters, claimed by NBC producers.

Prologue

Fear hit me over the head as I heard someone scream my name. "BOSCO!" I wasn't sure what was happening as I was revealed to a strain of blackness. I hated the dark for as long as I could remember, but that didn't matter anymore. I had no way out.

*~Flashback~*

It had been a long and tiring day. Everything had changed in the matter of weeks since I had moved to Anti-Crime. Life was starting to hit rock bottom with Faith as it is, I don't suppose me working with Cruz made the situation much better. Well whatever, It's time for her to realize I'm not a kid anymore. She can't protect me from the big bad Cruz. I didn't want her to. For once I felt independent, on my own. I felt like I could conquer the world. I loved the adrenaline rush of Anti-Crime. And lets just say, working with Ritza, wasn't a flaw. Well at least, I didn't think so.

The light from the moon was swallowed up and washed away as we entered into a long hall in a small shack. Well it appeared to be small at least. I gazed around in a panic as I searched for any sign of movement, sound, or light. The only thing that seemed to be blasting in my ears was the rhythm of my quickened heart beat pounding against my chest. Even if Cruz was standing in front of me, I don't think I would have seen her. The inky air made me gasps for oxygen constantly, trying to take in more then I could, it didn't seem to feel right. I could tell we were getting close, really close now, the stench of drugs and pot lingered in my nostrils. My eyes were watering and stinging at the same time as I rubbed them, what the hell was this? It seemed as if this room was filled with cut onion. I didn't say anything as I crashed into a wall, turning immediately, resting my back at the coolness. I was in a hot sweat. Cruz..where the hell are you? I asked myself as I listened closely for any sign. Dam nit, hit something, let me know I didn't lose you bitch!  I scowled in my mind as I took a deep wheezing breath. The aroma of the room was making me nauseas.

I heard some commotion in the other room as something hit the wall behind me, with a hard impact. Shit! I cursed in my mind.

"Cruz?!" I hissed angrily looking around the area, or at least attempting.

"Shh..that's not me Boz." I heard her mutter back to me reassuringly as a few foot steps came from my left. Thank god. I thought shifting my weight to my other leg, the metallic feeling of my pistol holstered made me feel safe.

I could feel her presence next to me, her shoulder on mine; as I tried to make out her shadowy image.

"My count," She said in a whisper as I nodded, knowing damn well she couldn't see me. "Bosco? You okay?" I heard her mutter. My head was spinning.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go!" I hissed to her reaching for my gun, I unholstered it and drew it to my side. Startled by the gun shots in the next room his heart raced as an adrenaline rush raged though his veins. Finding the door, a small glisten of light shone though the hall, Cruz looked at me nervously, a tense expression on her face. "1, 2, 3!" She didn't pause, not once, said the numbers and kicked the door down before it was too late and they found us. The bright light scorned my eyes. After a minute of pure blindness I found myself face to face with a gun.

TBC. Sorry the chapters so short. I'll be updating this ASAP.