"I.." Sully looked over at Bosco his head arched against the seat behind him.

"I know." He choaked, trying to calm himself down.

"I don't know what to say."

"I know."

"This has been going on for five years?" Sully muttered, Bosco nodded. "And you never told us?"

"What would I have said? Hey Boss I have two sets of memories and lately I think I hear Faith on the CB?"

"Good point." He sighed heavily. "You been talkin' to her?"

"No." He shook his head. "Just listnening. The shrink told me to try something different. She thought it would.."

"Make it go away."

"Yeah.." He sniffed, shooting Sully a sarcastic smirk. "That went well." His eyes clouded over. "I never talked to her before today.Just listened. It was like home movies, replaying old conversations. Stuff I'd forgotten about her."

"Do you remember this? Talking to us in 2002?"

"No." He said quickly. "None of it. Not being warned about the ally. I just remember having a feeling, a really bad feeling." He shook his head again. "All this time I've been trying to convince myself she's gone, trying to move forward.."

"And now.."

"I can save her Sully. I have a chance."

"But how?"

"The case. We never put the alley case together with Faith getting beat up.It's two crime scenes. Two places this guy was."

"Okay." Sullivan nodded his head, turning towards his officer. "Lets do this.We need to think like cops."

He started up the RMP, glancing at his phone. "Call Davis."

"I don't remember much.." Bosco leaned against the wall and looked at Sully. "It's all starting to run together."

"Try.."

"She was drunk." Ty sighed. "I remember she got drunk at the bar when we got off."

"Yeah.." Bosco squinted, like it was fuzzy. "She kept going on about the sketch. All day.. something about the damn sketch."

"So the sketch.." Ty russled through the papers infront of him until he was holding it in his hand. "The sketch could be any white guy in New York.

"New to New York maybe. The guy at the bar didn't recognize him." Sully reminded them lifting his head from the file.

"No. No one let him into Faith's building..." Bosco shook his head. "Or no one admitted to it."

"Unless she did." The boss studied his file again.

"She wouldn't do that." Ty shook his head.

"So he grabbed her in the street?" Sully asked.

"I.. no.. I drove her home. I watched her go in." He took a deep breath. "I should have gone in with her."

"Bosco focus."

"Someone let him in. Or proped the door." Davis sucked in the side of his cheek before blowing out a long breath.

"Let's go back to the alley." Sullivan muttered. "You said the guy acted like you were the wrong one."

"We were closer. If we hadn't been 10-56 it would have been us."

"Who knew that?"

"Someone with a scanner-."

"Would have heard us go 10-56.."

"Someone who saw you in the area. Someone on the inside. " Ty shook his head. "Look Bosco I know you wanted to solve this before you scattered the-."

"Focus Ty!" Sully growled.

"You said.." Bosco made a face, trying to distiguish one memory from the next. "You said his voice was familiar."

Sully nodded slowly.

"So we're back to inside job?" Ty looked between them. "Any other cops in her building? Friends of cops?"

I'm serious Boz, look! If you just draw his face into a scowl..

Faith this is important.

Bosco he was a drunk in an ally. He was a lousy shot. He didn't get anywhere near Davis..

Bosco squeezed his eyes shut.

"The ballistics on the fragaments found in the ally weren't a match to any weapon issued by the NYPD." Sully added.

"I don't get it. Why didn't he shoot her in her appartment. Why beat her to death? Why grab the bat if he had a gun?" Ty muttered absently.

"He didn't intend to kill her in the appartment. He was mad." Bosco whispered slowly.

"But he intended to kill her in the ally?"

"Maybe.." He looked at the police sketch again.

I'm serious! I think I have your perp!

Faith this isn't something to laugh about.

Why not we laugh about eveything else. Look, make his face into a scowl.

'Bosco Bosco Bosco.. It's always about Bosco!'

Faith..

'Stay home bake cookies! Have more of my babies!'

You're drunk.

I am not.

"If he wasn't aiming for her then why-?"

"Me." Bosco said softly. "He wanted me."

You meant what you said today didn't you?

What?

About how if you had a kid you'd want me to be it's mom.

I let you drink too much.

You meant it.

I did. Come on.

I can do it.

I'll walk you..

No I'm fine.

Faith.

He'll be mad.

I'm not scared of him.

Why he's your suspect!

She'd held up the sketch again, moving it back and forth like it was pacing.

Grr!

"No." Bosco whispered soflty.

"Bosco.. it's getting late.." Sully said meaningfully looking at the clock. Bosco followed him with his eyes. Twenty hours. In twenty hours she'd be dead.

"It couldn't.."

"Bosco.."

You did this..

"Jesus."

"Bosco!"

GET OUT! GET THE HELL OUT!

"Boscorellli!"

"No."

He'll be mad.

"Fred..."