Author's note: This chapter is kind of short so I thought I'd post another one for you guys! :) Cruz is definitely getting what she deserves here, but you're going to see her again in the epilogue... I know you're waiting, and I promise the next chapter will be entirely focused on Bosco and Faith.

Thanks for your wonderful reviews.

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Chapter ten - Justice is Served

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"Sir, how long are we gonna wait?" Faith nervously asked as she paced the floor of the small room.

"The dispatcher advised her to report to the House a while ago. She should be here any minute." Swersky replied, his eyes cast downward as he leaned on the edge of his desk.

The old man sighed wearily. This was a sad day for the department. While he obviously felt relieved to hear that Officer Boscorelli wasn't responsible of Ray Diaz's murder, taking down one of their own was never a pleasant task, especially if it was a Sergeant with an attitude as tough as Cruz.

This wouldn't be easy. She wasn't likely to go down without a fight.

"How come we didn't see this coming?" she spoke again, her eyes pleading for an answer. "I mean, how did we let this happen?"

"I don't know, Faith." he sadly admitted. "If you and Sully hadn't found that witness, Bosco would've spent the rest of his life in jail without anybody saying a word about it." He slowly got up and stared out the window at the crowded hall. "The truth would've never been uncovered..." he finished as his voice trailed off.

"Do we know anything about why she asked to be transferred here? This might not have been the first time..." she sucked in a sharp breath. "What do you think about her?"

He turned around to face her, his expression somber and serious. "You want the truth? She's the worst excuse for a cop I ever ran into. I... I used to be impressed with her. She's made arrests, you know, got things done. But then her questionable methods started to draw my attention, and this... well, this proves I was right. I'm sorry I didn't realize it sooner."

"It doesn't matter now, Lieu." Faith softly replied. "I just hope she gets what she deserves."

"I can promise you that." He said, giving her a small smile.

Just then, a knock on the door interrupted them, and Detective Cooke stepped in. He walked up to the Lieutenant and handed him a manila folder.

"This is it," he said, "Miss Robertson's statement about what happened that day."

Swersky nodded his head.

"I must admit this comes as a lifesaver for us." Cooke apologized. "We were kind of stuck with the investigation."

"Yeah, she did a pretty good job of manipulating evidence..." Faith whispered with a frown.

"Lieu, you wanted to see me?"

They all turned around at the sound of Maritza Cruz's voice. She was standing in the doorway, a puzzled expression on her face. "What's going on here?"

"Come in and close the door, Sergeant." Swersky ordered, his voice firm.

"Lieu?"

"Just do it."

Cruz closed the door behind her and took a couple of steps forward, her gaze taking in the scene in front of her. Detective Cooke was the man assigned to Diaz's case. Why was he there? The Lieutenant looked angry, and was holding some kind of document in his hand. Then there was Faith Yokas. This couldn't be good.

"Sergeant, there's been an unexpected turn in the investigation." Swersky began.

"Really?" she said, pretending to be surprised by the news. She still had no idea what this was about, but feared it had something to do with the truth. The –real- truth.

"I was hoping you could give us some explanations."

"About what?"

"About what -really- happened in that hallway." He stated, looking directly into her eyes.

"Did you find Boscorelli?" She immediately asked, afraid that he was the one behind this.

"Not yet. But we're close."

"Then what do you want me to say?" she inquired as her body stiffened. "Everything I know is written in my report, Lieu."

Faith stared into those cold, arrogant eyes. She wanted to take her down so bad, tempted to smack her smug face against the wall.

Swersky cut her off. "It's over, Sergeant. Your little plan didn't work out."

She stood there, trying not to show any fear, though her confidence was beginning to waver. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about a witness, Sergeant." He insisted. "You sure you've got nothing to tell us?"

Her eyes lit up with a sudden fury. "Are you accusing me of something here?"

"We have a woman who claims she saw you kill the suspect while he was laying helpless on the ground. Is that true?" He said, both hands on his hips in an authoritative gesture.

Cruz's eyes widened. God, how is that possible?

"What? This is bullshit!" she said. "It's total crap!" The veins on her neck started to bulge. "What's this, some kind of joke?"

"I wish it was." The Lieutenant replied. " 'Cause then I wouldn't have to believe a Sergeant shot a man in cold blood and led me to believe that one of my best officers was responsible for that."

Faith couldn't take her eyes off her. She sure had no conscience, no guilt whatsoever. Her arrogance was stunning, even now.

"This is not happening," Cruz muttered, shaking her head. "You're making a big mistake here..."

She ran a hand through her hair and looked at Faith, a wicked smile on her face. "It was you... You set me up so you could have Boscorelli all for yourself!"

Faith glared at her but said nothing.

"You couldn't accept that he chose me over you so you made up this mysterious witness to take me out of the picture..." she angrily spat, her voice even.

Swersky rolled his eyes. "Stop it, Cruz. You're only making this worse!"

"This is all your fault!" she yelled, pointing her finger at Faith. "You're gonna pay for it!"

"What, you're gonna kill me too?" she sneered as she came closer. "You're the one that screwed up, and Bosco was smart enough to realize it too. Why do you think he ran away? Why do you think he didn't call you? Because he doesn't trust you!"

"Enough!" Swersky spoke up. "Yokas, back off. I'm sure Sergeant Cruz didn't mean a thing she said... right, Sarge?"

Cruz turned toward the Lieutenant. "I..." The reality of the situation was finally sinking in.

"Good." He walked back to his desk and sat down, rummaging through the papers on the table. "I need you to fill these out, and surrender your gun and shield."

She stood there, speechless for a few seconds, then sank into one of the chairs across from his desk. She slowly took her gun and placed it on the table, then hesitantly removed the badge and handed it to the Lieutenant. It's over, she thought to herself. My career is over.

"You forgot something." Faith added. She bent down and yanked Bosco's handcuffs off her belt, fastening them to her own.

"That was wrong. And stupid." Swersky reasoned. "I hope you realize it now."

Cruz leaned back in the chair. "I needed revenge," she whispered. "I needed someone to pay for my sister's death. Diaz, he... he was the guy. He sold her drugs. I had to stop him..."

She closed her eyes and listened as the Lieutenant read her her rights.

TBC...