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. Bosco's world is turned upside down when he learns that not all princesses want to be kept in their tower and some knights in shining armor carry a shield. Pairings will be named later.

Disclaimer: I only own my OC.

Author's Note: I ended up writing this in the third person anyway. Sorry if the other A/N was confusing. I know I just posted the first one yesterday, but I finished this one and just had to get it up! This takes place the second day off and Melanie is at her therapist's office.

Thanks to all that reviewed and PLEASE continued to REVIEW. I like to know if I'm doing a good job.

Chapter Two: The Met, The Park.

"…he saved my life and let me cry on his shoulder. I don't even understand why he did it. No one in my life has ever done anything like that for me before. I mean, I know that my family loves me, but their too busy to care. The only time they took any form of interest was when I told them I was joining the force. Then Dad was just enraged by the idea of me doing slag work. I didn't expect to feel like this. I didn't think that the job would impact me. I'd just do my time and be where I belonged in no time at all and then, now, I don't know what I want to do."

"Why do you think you feel that way?"

"I'm not sure. This wasn't supposed to happen. I've had a plan for my life since I was five years old. I'd graduate top of my class, go to Harvard, get married, and be the queen of the Upper East Side and now, I've got this huge wall built up between my goals and I…I feel like I'm happy about it."

"Why would you be happy about something blocking your goals?"

"I don't know. I didn't want this."

"Tell me more about Boscorelli."

"Bosco? He's cocky, he thinks he's God's gift to women. But, I guess I could see the attraction, he's not bad looking. In fact, my friends would say that he's hot. He isn't like the boys that I grew up with. The attitude is similar, but he has a heart and doesn't think that he's better than anyone else; because he knows that he's better than the criminals we take in. He doesn't have to prove anything, and that makes him stronger, I think. I'm lucky to have him as a partner, I think. Of course, there's no telling if he'll prove me wrong. He seems the time to build up a lot of trust and then send to the floor."

"Is Boscorelli the reason that you're happy with your new situation?"

"No, I don't think so. I was feeling this before I even graduated from the academy. Then what happened on Monday just kind of completed it."

"Even though you didn't save the girl?"

"Yes. We were just too late to save her and it wasn't our fault, but we could save a life next time. We could save the whole city."

"We?"

"Bosco and I."

"Nearly getting killed must have been a real shock for you? Being held at gunpoint? Are you ok with that?"

"I think so. The shock wasn't nearly getting shot, it was Bosco saving me. I didn't that he would. I got the impression that he didn't like me. Just by how he acted when he found out that I was a cop and then when I was placed as his partner. But, he didn't even think about it, he just pushed me out of the way and then shot the guy. He didn't even take all that much credit."

"He's your partner, aren't partners supposed to look out for one another?"

"That's what he said."

Dr. Montgomery looked at his watch. "Well, Melanie, I think our time is up. I'll see you next week?" He said standing up.

Melanie stood and shook his outstretched hand. "Thank you, doctor. Have a nice day."

"You too, Melanie." Melanie left the doctors office, putting on her long, black trench coat over her navy dress suit and picking up her purse. She exited the room and entered the waiting room where more Manhattan millionaires waited to discuss their drinking problems, mistresses, and how their NASDAQ was falling in the market. She went into the elevator and pressed the lobby button, then proceeded to make sure that she hadn't left anything in the doctor's office. In her purse, she had a pen, her billfold, some extra perfume and makeup for freshening up, her sunglasses, a Browning .9mm Hi-Power, her cell phone, cuffs, and her badge. Everything was there, so she took out her sunglasses and held them in her hand as the elevator stopped and she exited walking through the well-lit lobby. She put them on as the door man opened the door for her and she entered the Manhattan streets. She walked down 79th towards 5th avenue to get in some therapeutic shopping. It was an old ritual that she started when she first began to go to Dr. Montgomery's. She stopped in at Bendel's and picked up some new shoes, then over to Barney's for a new nightgown. She skipped Bloomingdale's because she wanted to go straight to Sacs. Once at Sacs, she got the shock of her life. There, at the display window was Bosco and an older woman that could only be his mother. She was staring at what could only be the new Prada bag that Mel herself had bought just last week. The bag that she had on her shoulder. Hoping that they wouldn't notice her, she slipped into the store. She watched as Bosco pulled his mother away from the store and walked towards the Park.

When Melanie was done with her shopping, she went to a small café on Fifth then walked over to the Met to eat on the steps as she had always done to wrap up the day. She felt so tired that she didn't know if she would be able to make it in to the watch tomorrow, but she would go anyway. Tired or not, she actually was going to give this a real try, and not blow it off as was her original plan. Someone cleared their throat behind her and she looked up to see Bosco, his blue eyes watching her carefully. "Hey, Pryce."

"Bosco, what's up?"

"Not much, I just dropped my mother off at work. Thought I'd take in the city for a bit." He said sitting down beside her. Melanie passed him the spare sandwich that she'd purchased in case her salad didn't sate her and he unwrapped it. "So, what brings you to the Met?"

"Therapy. I went to my psychiatrist, then I shopped some-"

"Really? I couldn't tell." He said, laughing slightly as he could plainly see the many shopping bags that surrounded them. He took a bite.

"Oh, ha-ha. How's the sandwich?" She asked, curiously. He nodded and smiled. Translation-it's good. He waved it at her, and she took a small bite. He picked up her soda and took a sip to wash it down and she did the same when he passed it to her. "What about you?"

"I was looking for a cab, saw you sitting here and thought I'd give you some company." He told her. She smiled at him lightly and they ate their small dinner as the sun began to set against the skyline.

Bosco was surprised at how comfortable he and Pryce were around each other and they'd only been around each other one day. When their dinner was finished, they walked together in the Park; Bosco even carried some of her shopping bags for her. They were light and small, so he didn't mind. He talked to her about what he'd done the last two days, and even invited her to go with him to his mother's bar, before remembering that she was only 18. She told him that she would go, but her parents were expecting her at home soon, to lecture her again on being a cop and if she was late, they'd probably not get to talk again for awhile. He wasn't surprised to hear that her parents didn't approve of their daughter's new career path. He still didn't get why she'd chosen to become a cop, but he wasn't sorry that she had. It kind of felt like having Yokas back, only not. She wasn't like Yokas, not really. Faith was just completely different, and even though he missed her, he wasn't sad anymore. He liked being around Melanie. She was young, but she was easy to talk to, not at all like he'd thought that she would be. He didn't know what kind of cop she was going to be, but she didn't let the job get to her, and that was a good thing. He didn't let the job get to him either; it was one of the things Faith used to complain about. He loved his job, and he was damn good at it, why be bothered by it? Ahead of them, two men were walking their direction, dressed in black, with rolled up ski-masks on their mis-shaped heads, and looking like wanna-be thugs. Bosco was on alert now, and put his hand in his pocket, where his gun was. He gripped the handle and nudged Pryce. She looked at the men, who were twenty feet away, pulled out her cell, badge, and gun from her purse and put them in her coat as discreetly as possible. When the thugs were ten feet away, they pulled down their masks and pulled out guns from their coats. Bosco knew what these jag-offs were wanting almost immediately and he was feeling a little nervous about Pryce. Could she handle this so soon? She was a cop, but she was also a rookie and not at all used to this. The thugs put the guns up and pointed them at the two cops. Bosco gripped his gun tighter. "Hands up!" The thicker of the two ordered. "Now!" Bosco cursed lightly and pulled his hands out of his coat, leaving his gun. Beside him, Melanie did the same. The trees in the Park were dark, and Bosco knew that at this time, the patrols were on the other side of the Park, no back up. One thug started patting them down and found Bosco's gun, cuffs, and badge. He threw them on the ground as he cursed. "Damn it, man, he's a fucking cop!"

"Shut up and get her." The other one said. The jag-off moved from Bosco as his partner pointed the gun at Bosco's head. He patted Melanie down and Bosco started to get pissed real fast. He found her gun, but not her badge or cell. The guy was shying away from her, which was safer for him in the long run, cause if he was over-friendly, Bosco would kick his ass. Relief must've been on Bosco's face, because the ass with the gun pushed the other guy away and did a search of his own. This one was damn near assault and Bosco could tell that Melanie was getting pissed. This time they found the cell and badge. He threw them to the ground.

"Let's just forget this, man. Their fucking cops!"

"This one ain't no cop!" The assaulter replied angrily, pointing to Melanie. He put his gun to her head and took her purse. The gun was on her forehead as he rummaged in her bag then decided to look through the shopping bags. When he knelt down, his gun moved from her forehead to point up at her chest, and Melanie looked at Bosco. He saw something in her eyes that he didn't understand, but got it when she nodded at him. He watched as she grabbed the ass's wrist that held the gun, twisted it completely around, then kicked him in the face with her pointed shoe as he looked up, yelling in pain. He fell down and she straddled his arm, breaking the elbow and kicking him hard enough for him to pass out. The other guy was watching just as amazed as Bosco at how well this princess could kick ass. Then he turned to Bosco, who was ready and punched him in the nose, breaking it instantly. The jag-off fell and Bosco picked up his gun. He watched the man assume the position on the concrete of the pathway, laying flat down, blood and tears down his face, his hands crossed on his head. Bosco cuffed him and was surprised to see that Melanie had already done that. He went over to her, his gun pointed at the other thug, and picked up her cell. "Call it in." She nodded and dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" said the operator's voice over her cell phone.

"This is Officer Melanie Pryce of the 55; we have two suspects in custody in Central Park off of 5th near the Trump Ice Rink. Requesting a bus and a squad at this location."

"Bus and squad heading your direction, officer. Why were the suspects apprehended?"

"Attempted robbery and assault of a police officer."

"10-4, officer, squad approaching now." Melanie hung up the phone and looked at Bosco as they heard sirens. An unspoken conversation went on as Parker and Camden came up, both of them serious until they saw Bosco and the two bleeding thugs on the ground. "Damn, Bos, couldn't keep them in one piece?" said Parker, laughing.

"Don't look at me; Pryce was the one calling the shots." Bosco said, smirking in her direction. She blushed and turned away from the three men looking at her. She'd taken Tae Kwon Do and Kickboxing classes since she was eight, so that situations like the one she'd just gotten out of wouldn't happen. The medics ran up, their kits in their hands, one was Carlos and he was with a girl that Melanie recognized from before.

"Holly, get that one." Carlos said pointing towards the one that Bosco had handled. She set the guys nose and put a bandage on it. "How's it look?"

"Just a broken nose." She replied.

"This one's got a broken arm and nose. I thought they were the ones that assaulted you?" Carlos asked looking expectantly at Bosco.

Melanie stepped up. "We were defending ourselves. They took our guns. This one…" She trailed off, shuddering at the thought. Bosco touched her shoulder.

"Just take care of him, Carlos. We'll give details in the report." Carlos nodded and Melanie unlocked the cuff from the right arm as Carlos splinted it. Bosco took her keys and helped Carlos lead the still out-cold assailant into the bus, cuffing his left hand to a rail in the back. Bosco jumped out of the back of the bus and went up to her as she put her gun and badge back in her purse. "Go with Parker in Charlie and I'll meet you at the House. Don't talk to Lieu until I get there." He said. Melanie nodded.

Lieu wasn't happy that she wouldn't give a statement without Bosco, but she knew that he understood why. She didn't like what happened, she didn't like that she'd felt that weak. This was supposed to be a day of healing, but now she'd nearly been broken. He'd touched her-he'd taken away her protection, and worst of all was that he'd had a purpose. That wasn't an ordinary mugging. They weren't ordinary muggers. There wasn't anything about this that made since and she knew that that was the reason Bosco wanted to be the one to give the statement. So there she was, in the holding room, one of the perps in the cell in the corner, bitching about his broken nose while she filled out the paper work. The door opened and Bosco came in with a struggling man in cuffs and a sling in front of him. Bosco opened the cell and threw the perp in and sat down beside Melanie. "You ok?" Melanie shrugged and went on with her paper work. Lieu came in.

"Do I get to know what happened now?" He asked, arms crossed, glaring at Bosco. Melanie looked at Bosco, who nodded. "Well?"

"Pryce and I were walking through the park when we saw these two jag-offs pull out guns and put on these stupid masks." Bosco said lifting up the evidence bags that held the ski-masks. "Then they told us to put our hands up, found the guns and badges. The one over there crying said to stop 'cause we were cops, but the one in the sling said no. Sling-boy had assaulted Pryce when he searched her."

"Assaulted? How?" Melanie looked away and Lieu got it. "Continue."

"He started going through Pryce's stuff and she took the opening. We got both assailants on the ground and called it in." Bosco finished.

"Are you standing by this Pryce?" Lieu asked. Melanie looked at him and nodded. "Alright, finish the paper work and send it to processing. We'll get them transferred. When you're done, head home. Don't be late tomorrow." And with that, Lieu left. Bosco looked at Melanie, who just returned to the papers. They sat like that until she finished, then they both signed their statements and sent it down to processing. They walked out of the House together, in silence, until they reached Bosco's mustang. "You wanna ride?" He asked. She shrugged and nodded. He opened the door for her and she got in. When they started driving down the road, Melanie spoke, "You didn't tell him the whole story."

"I know."

"They were looking for something, Bos. There were 20,000 other people in the park and they chose us."

"I know."

She looked at him. "What are we going to do about it?" She asked.

"We're going to find out why." He said. She looked out at the passing lights as they headed toward Brooklyn Bridge.

"How?"

Bosco shrugged. "I'll call Yokas. She works in Major Crimes and can probably help. If not I'll call Lieutenant Davis over in Anti-Crime at the 88th. We'll find out why." He told her.

"And we're not going to tell Lieu?" She asked.

"Do you think we should?" He said in a voice that told her in was not a good idea.

"I don't know. We're supposed to."

"Sometimes the best thing to do is not what you're supposed to. They were after one of us, and judging by the fact that they were searching your stuff, it is probably you. Where do you live?" He asked on a different note as they'd entered Manhattan.

"Pryce Building on Park." She said. "Why would they be after me?"

"Your dad is one of the wealthiest men in New York, Mel. It's not hard to figure it out. But my guess is it's not that simple. I'll call Yokas tonight." He pulled up to the building and got out of the car with Melanie and walked with her inside, stopping only at the elevator. "Go straight up and don't let anyone answer the door. I'll pick you up here tomorrow at 2, ok?" He said. She nodded.

"Be careful." She told him.

He smiled then. "I'm always careful." He said cockily. "Night, princess." And he walked away without another word, just as the elevator doors opened.

Attention: There was chapter two. A little suspense is good for the soul. There's a new mystery, yay! And we'll get to see some of the old gang soon. So what do you think? Like it? Hate it? Want more? Tell me so I know whether or not to keep this up. I hope I kept Bosco in character, sometimes I worry about that.