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: Ok. So, yet another chapter posted tonight! Sorry if you think I'm just cranking them out too fast, I just can't stop writing and I'm afraid that if I don't post them, then I won't ever!

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Chapter Four: A Prayer for Emily

He didn't know how he'd managed to get to the hospital so fast. He was running on instinct at this point and his senses had all but shut down. The call came at 1 in the morning. He'd just lain down in bed, after calling Melanie to make sure that she was still safe. He wasn't even sure if he'd hung up the phone when he left. As soon as he got the call, he'd hung up, called Melanie, told her to meet him there. Then he'd dropped the phone and the rest was just not available. The next thing that he remembered was seeing a blond head resting on shaking hands on black trouser clad knees. Her shoulders were shaking and he knew that she was crying. Beside her was her concerned fiancé, who was just as shaken up, but covered it better. Next to the fiancé was a boy, about 16, with dark hair and tears in his eyes while his father, a tall-ish overweight bald man, who just stood there, a pissed off look on his face that Bosco was all too familiar with. Bosco walked up and touched the top of that blond head. Faith's blue eyes looked up at him and her face was red with crying. She stood and held on to him. Miller stood up too and thanked Bosco for coming so quickly. Faith let go sometime later, Bosco didn't know how long, and said, "We got your messages just before the hospital called. What's going on Bos?" She wasn't crying, though there were still tears in her voice. She was trying to be a cop, not a concerned mother.

"First you tell me. What did the doctors say?" He asked, looking in the direction of the OR.

"Park Patrol found her by Trump Rink about an hour ago. Her wallet was gone and it took them time to find out who she was. One of the nurses recognized her from when I was shot. They-they say that she was beaten and rapped. Then she was-the bastard shot her." She looked at Bosco. "This wasn't a run-of-the-mill mugging, Bos. This wasn't just a hit and run, was it?"

Bosco ran a hand along his hair. He was going to fucking kill Mann. "No. It wasn't. Pryce and I worked with Davis and we figured it out. Donald Mann had a brother. Remember that bastard that Cruz tried to bring down? The one that had that call service fronting a chiropractic office?" Faith nodded. "Well, that's the brother. He made an attack on Pryce and me when we were in the Park. The same area, near the rink. If I hadn't been with Melanie, that would be her in there. I didn't think that Mann was going to attack Em. I thought it was more personal, though I should've guessed when he attacked Mel."

"Why? If he's Mann's brother, what does she have to do with it?" Faith asked looking at him.

"Mann's best friend was Mel's father. Pryce was giving him money that was supposed to be put in stocks, but was funding the service instead. When Pryce found out what the money was going to, he pulled out and tipped off Anti-Crime. That was the reason for Cruz's undercover work. Near as we can figure, Mann is after them too, not just revenge on us." Bosco explained. Fred stepped up.

"So this was your fault?" He asked Faith.

"No. It wasn't her fault." Miller said, glaring at Fred. Bosco just stood by as Fred and Miller argued, and as Faith went even deeper into her grief. Emily was in there, Emily-he couldn't believe it. He had been happy that Faith had found Miller. He was good for her, and right now, he was definitely what she needed. Right now though, Bosco couldn't feel real happy. He walked away as Charlie tried to break up the argument, and went towards the break room to steal some coffee. Hell, if anyone said he couldn't go in there, he'd just flash his badge. He was nearly there when he heard a familiar voice ask, "Do you know where I can find Faith Yokas or Maurice Boscorelli?" He turned and saw Melanie there. The nurse at the desk pointed towards Bosco and she turned to face him. Her face was tired, but still beautiful and flawless. Her make-up was still pristine. He had a sneaky suspicion that she'd done in the back of her limo. She ran up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Are you ok? What happened?" She asked, as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I'm fine. Well, not fine. It's Emily, Yokas' daughter. She was attacked like we were, but…" He explained what happened and they walked over to the break room, got some coffee then went back to the waiting room and sat apart from the Yokas-Miller group. Fred and Miller had stopped fighting, but Fred didn't stop glaring as Miller comforted Faith. Melanie didn't stop holding Bosco, though, now, it was just his hand and not his body. Their fingers were entwined yet again, only this time, Bosco didn't care. He didn't think about it. He wanted to be comforted. He knew that it was really Faith that needed it, but he loved Em just as much as the rest of them and he was just as scared, and while normally he was the shoulder that Faith cried on, she had Miller. He had Melanie and he could be weak with her, even if it is just a little bit. He didn't even care that he just thought 'he had Melanie'. She listened to him talk about what happened to Emily and what happened when Fred started hounding in on Faith. She was just…there. They sat there for hours, waiting, and her head rested on his shoulder. He could tell that she was dozing off, and he told her that she could go home if she wanted, but she refused. She said that she would stay with him. Finally, at about 5, the doctor came out. They both stood and walked over to Faith and the others, standing in the back with Charlie as the parental types waited for the news.

"How is she?" Faith asked.

"She's lucky. The bullet missed her major organs and didn't cause much more damage than bleeding. We got it out, but the beating she sustained-we have her on a respirator and we've done a rap kit. We sent it with some officers over to the 55."

"A respirator?" Miller asked.

"The amount of damage to the cerebral cortex was extensive, she was already out when she arrived…she hasn't woken up. The chances of her waking aren't high." He said, dropping the ball. Faith wasn't able to hold up at this. Bosco didn't want to make it worse, but he was worried that the kit that was sent to the 55 would prompt the Sexual Crimes unit onto their case. And he didn't want anyone working on it except those involved. He watched as Melanie let go of his hand and move up to Faith and Miller, who was holding her. She tapped Miller's shoulder and he looked at her, she gave him a look that Bosco didn't understand, and Miller let go of his fiancée and moved back to Bosco. Melanie held onto Faith as she cried and led the older woman to the break room. Miller stood next to Bosco and rubbed his eyes.

"I'll get that kit from the 55 before they run it. We're going to catch this bastard." He said. His voice was angry, but still steady, like always. Kind of monotone but not. It used to confuse the hell out of Bosco until he got used to it. Bosco looked at him.

"Why did Melanie take Faith?" Bosco asked, looking at the break room.

"I think she thinks Faith needs a woman to talk to. I agree. Sometimes, it's just easier that way." Miller looked over at his soon-to-be stepson and Fred, who were just standing there. Charlie was still crying, Fred was still angry, and Fred's new wife was just still sitting down on the waiting room chair, staring blankly into space. Miller went up to Charlie and gave him a hug. Charlie took it and Bosco moved up and touched his shoulder.

"Em's going to be ok, Charlie. Alright? She's a fighter." Bosco said, it was all he could think of.

Fred moved in and threw off Miller and Bosco's attempt at comfort. "Get away from my son; you cops have done enough to my family. Come on, Charlie." Fred said, taking the boy and motioning to his wife to leave.

"So, that's it, Fred? You're just gonna leave? Not even ask if you can see your daughter. Just blame it on us, something no one can control, and run? Some father you are." Bosco said angrily.

"If it weren't for you, then Emily wouldn't be in this situation. My daughter would be at home, in her bed, and uninjured."

"You're so naïve, Fred. This has nothing to do with me. This is a psychopath that wants revenge for his brother's death! He's continuing a battle that was lost and he just happened to find a target." Even if Bosco didn't agree with that completely, he said it.

"Just go, Fred." Miller said. Fred started to leave, but Miller added, "Charlie stays." That stopped him. He turned.

"If you think that you can-"

"I'm staying, Dad." Charlie said, stopping Fred's sentence. "Go home, get some sleep. I'll have Mom drop me off later." Bosco felt a swell of pride flow through him. Fred glared at all of them and left, new wife in tow.

Melanie sat Faith down at the table in the break room and shut the door. She poured them both some coffee and gave Faith one of the mugs. "Do you want some cream or sugar?" Melanie asked. Faith shook her head and Mel sat down across from her.

"Thank you." Faith said, looking at her coffee.

"It's not a problem. Do you want to talk?" Faith looked up, her blue eyes red from crying, and gave a small, sad smile.

"Thanks." Was all she said to that effect. "You're Melanie Pryce, Bosco's new partner?" She asked.

"Yeah." Mel replied. Faith smiled sadly again. "I can't begin to understand what you're going through, Faith, as a mother. I can't even really understand what Emily is going through, because Mann's drone didn't get that far on me, but I can listen and I can be here for you." She told her.

"You know about Mann then?" Faith asked, in reference to Donald, Melanie knew.

"Yeah. I was the one that kind of pieced together the connection between the two. My father grew up with both of them, but Donald was older. When I told Ty and Bosco that my father only knew one Daniel…" She let that trail off. "We just figured it out."

"So this isn't some stranger to you, is it? It's a trusted family friend. That must be hard."

"Yeah, well, that's why I pay 500 dollars an hour in therapy weekly, I vent then. What you're going through is harder." Melanie said.

Faith looked at her. "I didn't expect them to attack Emily. I've only had one person make an attack on my family like that. I didn't even know about this, until right before…It's hard, but all I want to do right now is see my daughter. I thought it was hard, when Bosco was in a coma, but this is ten times that." Mel was a little shocked about that. Bosco hadn't told her he had been in a coma.

"Why don't we finish up these awfully stale coffees and then we can talk to the doctor about going in and seeing her? If you want, I'll even go to Starbucks and get some good coffee." She said. Faith smiled at her, giggling a bit at her joke, and nodded.

"Sounds good."

When they finished, Faith and Melanie left the break room and Faith went straight to Charlie. She, Captain Miller, and Charlie went to go see Emily and Melanie told Bosco that she was going for coffee. "I'm going." He said.

"You don't have to." She told him.

"I know." He said, ending all protests. They left and Melanie was shocked to find Bart, her driver, passed out in the front seat of the limo. They walked over and Melanie tapped the window. No answer. She did it again and with the same result. Bosco pulled out his gun from his pocket and pointed it at the ground, ready in his hands. Melanie slowly opened the door and Bosco pointed the gun at the comatose driver, he had sunglasses on and his head was resting on his own shoulder. Melanie shook him hard. No response. She reached up, and with two fingers, checked his pulse. When she did this, he fell over, blood smearing on the upholstery. She screamed a little and Bosco pulled her into a one armed hug, his right hand still held the gun, and he looked around the parking lot. It was empty, devoid of anyone. He whispered, "Go inside and tell the nurses at the station about him. No details, just that you found him dead. Go." Melanie ran inside.

When Melanie was gone, Bosco looked under the car, checking for any explosives. He found nothing and went to the back of the limousine, checking for anyone in the backseat. He popped the truck, which was also empty. Then he went to his car, only a few feet away and checked it for explosives and any ride alongs. Nothing. He searched the parking lots, his gun at the ready, even scaring a few visitors and new patients. But it was in vain. When he got back to the limo, the body was being removed and CSU was there. Miller had called Ty, so they wouldn't have to deal with Jelly. Miller contacted the 55 and told Lieu that this crime and the one on Emily would be headed by Major Crimes and that he wanted all evidence sent to either him, Faith, or Ty. Lieu agreed, but didn't let go that now Major Crimes had two of his patrolmen(woman) and that he was getting no explanation. Miller said that he'd send over two replacements from another district. Lieu let it go for the time being. The limousine was being impounded at the Crime lot, to be inspected by CSU. Miller, as their boss for the time being, authorized Bosco to take Melanie home and to stay with her. He said he'd call them when he needed them. Bosco wanted to keep working but Mel needed him. She was mostly silent as they drove to her building, she wasn't going to stay there though, he was making her pack up some clothes and then they'd be going to his apartment, which was small but not in an easily targeted place. He explained this as they drove into Manhattan and parked next to the Pryce Building. They walked up and he got the first look into the world that she lived, a real world experience and it frightened him. Not frightened frightened, but it came close, it was surreal. Her penthouse was bigger than the school he had attended. It took up two entire floors and was wide and open, but secluded at the same time. There were windows of the entire living area, but the rest was black walls, covered in art of various styles. She went up the stairs as he looked around. The first floor had a large, extra large, living room, a kitchen, and a hallway that had about 10 doors down it. The upstairs probably looked just like this. He asked the question, once again to himself, why had she become a cop? Would she be ok living in a small apartment in Brooklyn? He knew in theory that this was her life; big, expensive penthouses, limousines, VIP tickets to everything that New York had to offer, the whole richer than life dream that most people wish for. It hadn't ever really been to his taste, but he could understand why it was the thing that people wanted. He didn't think that he'd be hit this hard with her life. She had kind of evolved into something else for him. Her riches were the backdrop and the fact that he was a cop and quickly becoming one of his best friends was what he saw. Her street clothes were all designer and cost more than he made in a year, and they'd just found her limo driver dead in her limo, and he'd dropped her off at the Pryce Building and picked her up, but this was like being smacked in the face with it. How had he forgotten where she'd come from? It was weird how he was hit with this. It was like he wasn't good enough for her, as a friend or partner or anything, which was stupid because he knew that she didn't feel that way, but standing in this penthouse, he felt strangely insignificant.

Melanie didn't know how Bosco was going to react to her home. It was a bit gouache and she thought that he'd abandon her or something. It was an irrational fear, but a fear nonetheless, because even though she didn't want to leave her home like a scared child, she didn't want to be without Bosco. There was no way to convince him to stay with her. She'd tried a little on the drive over, but he'd said that with them as targets, her home was an easy target since it was labeled. She got several functional outfits and her favorite nightgown, which was probably too revealing for staying at a man's house, but she needed comfort and it was comforting. She also grabbed some of her make-up and put it in her purse then packed up a pair of high-heeled knee-high boots, ballet flats, an extra pair of tennis shoes, and nice black stiletto pumps. She put the shoes in a small suitcase and her clothes in a larger one, they were from a set. Brown Louis Vuitton that her mother had bought her for vacations. When that was all set she grabbed the handle of the larger suitcase, which had wheels and a walker, and slung her purple Coach purse over her shoulder, picking up the shoe-case with that hand, and left her room. Bosco was at the bottom of the stairs and took the larger case from her. Then she left a note for her parents and the maids, then locked up and they left.

When Bosco had told her his apartment was small, he wasn't lying. It was quaint, perfect size for a bachelor. The only problem she saw with the place was the one bedroom. Bosco told her that the couch had a hide-a-bed and that he would be taking that. He wouldn't hear any arguments as they walked into his room. He set her suitcase down and he gave her the grand tour. There was one bathroom, a small kitchen/luncheonette area, and the living room. She helped him pull out the bed and make it. Then they sat down for a little while and talked about everything. He wanted to know what happened with Yokas and she told him the truth. She was just relieved that he hadn't cared about her place. And to tell the truth, she actually loved his apartment. It was comfortable and homey, more like a home was supposed to be as opposed to her large lodgings. She asked about his coma and he explained what had happened, or at least, what he knew. They talked about the murder and Emily, by the time that they looked at the clock it was almost 11 and they decided to get some sleep before Miller called. They wouldn't stay away from the case long. Melanie took a quick shower and changed into her nightgown, but now wished that she'd thought to bring a robe as she had to walk in front of Bosco to get to his room, and the dress was more revealing than appropriate. It was red satin, trimmed in black lace, spaghetti strapped that held up the small cups for her breasts to rest in, which were now with out a bra, and it hit her barely at mid-thigh. She decided that this would be better than walking out in nothing but a towel and changing in the bedroom, and it was. This was just going to be awkward. She decided to gather her courage and just go, so she did. She walked straight through, said good-night to Bosco and closed the door. Her breath was hard, as she sucked in what she'd done, and she breathed slowly. She hoped that he didn't think that she was a slut or something, but she'd only brought it for comfort. She closed the blinds and crawled into bed.

He was shocked. This girl was always shocking him. Why was that? He felt bad that he had been stunned to silence, and not been able to return her sweet dreams. That nighty was scandalous. And he'd liked it. If one of his girlfriends had ever worn that, it probably wouldn't have survived. It was definitely Victoria Secret or something like that. He knew that she had great legs, and a great body altogether, but to look that good, it had to be illegal. He smacked himself. He thought he'd already gotten through his thick skull that she was un-a-vail-able! For one thing, she was his partner and his best friend, for another- a girl like her is used to the finest things in life, food, wine, clothes, living, and men. He didn't qualify on any of those. He knew that he had a habit of reaching to the stars when it came to women, but this was ridiculous. He was supposed to protect her; that was the end of it. Protect her, keep her safe, and then job well done. And another thing, he had to remind himself, a girl like that wasn't single, she had her million-dollar boyfriend. He didn't need to get himself into another slum. What was he even thinking? This was Pryce, that was it, the end of it. Get over the fact that she was hot in a nighty and remember that it's PRYCE. There, get it? All better, right? Good. Now go to sleep, Boscorelli. There are bad guys to fight and you can't do that when you're half dead.

Attention: I know I've been putting these up fast, so its hard to keep up, but they just keep coming to me. That last section was a bit sketchy, so I'm a little worried about that. PLEASE REVIEW