Third Watch

Disclaimer of all characters except the ones I make up

Description: Faith and Bosco are on a routine route when they find to kids getting high off drugs. Turns out to be Bosco's younger sister who is only 18. Not only that but there is a long story behind her and Bosco turns into big bro mode, and totally changes his ways of acting when he is around her, which none of the group has ever seen before. Now he has to save her from a life threatening situation when he finds out what is really going on.

Chapter 1

"Yo Boz, you ready to get a move on, it's time to go!" Faith yelled to her partner who was being slow as usual trying to take up time by talking to others.

"Yeah I'm coming," he answered while getting into the car. "What a day, I hate October. Everything here becomes cold in October." He had to find something to complain about and surprisingly this one was weak, but it worked.

"Don't start, if it was September or August you would complain about the heat. So don't say anymore about the weather." Yokas rolled her eyes.

"Well, well, well, look at what we got here." He said as they pulled under the underpass. "We just pulled out of the station and we already have a drug bust. Bunch of low life's."

Faith again ignored the comment. It became habit after so long. As soon as they pulled up the two perps started to run. Boz went one way and Yokas went the other trying to catch up with them. They were both pretty fast. Boz lost his in an alley way, he was pissed at the person who got away. Faith was happy when her perp tripped. She was tired of running.

Picking the person up, Faith could tell it had been a while since the person bathed. It was a short kid. Didn't know if it was about 9 or in the teens. By the way it screamed she was wrong, it wasn't a boy it was a girl. A girl with ripped jeans, an old white t-shirt and baseball cap on. Faith didn't loose hold of her perp. She handcuffed the girl and dragged her to the meeting spot where her and Boscorelli's squad car was.

"Get the hell off of me lady!" The girl yelled.

"Yeah, yeah. Maybe when we are done with you huh? Where did yours go?" Faith asked the pissed off police officer dragging the girl to the car.

"He got away, damn kid." He walked over to the car to get a good look at what Faith had gotten a hold of. "So what do we got? You think living on a high will get you anywhere in life kid huh?" He said to the person Faith had. "Why don't you take that stupid hat off and look at me." He grabbed the ugly hat off the person and couldn't believe what he saw. Long brown hair emerged from the hat and a face Boscorelli knew so well appeared. "Frankie! What in the hell—what are you doing out here?"

"You know this girl?" Faith was in wonderment, what had he slept with her before?

"Faith take the cuffs off her." He looked at his partner.

"What? Bosco she has to go to the station." Faith protested.

"Take them off of her now." He gave a stern look and she did what she was told. Before the girl could run he grabbed her.

"Let me go!" The girl he called Frankie screamed.

"Let you go? You have some explaining to do! What in the hell are you doing away from aunt Corin's?" He looked at the girl who wouldn't answer. "Oh so you are going to play that game. Alright, Faith, cuff her back up she's going into a cell for a night."

"No! Maur, don't do that. You can't!" Frankie protested.

"And why not? You're not talking, so why should I give you a break?" He said as Faith started to cuff her again.

"Because I'm your sister that's why! Dammit Maurice, I'll talk! Just get these cuffs off me please!" Faith totally stopped in mid motion. What did the girl just say? Sister? Boz has a sister?

Boscorelli nodded to Faith to let her go, but he grabbed onto her again just in case. "Faith can I have some time alone with her please?" Faith nodded still shocked. And then got in the car as Boz walked with Frankie over to slab of concrete to sit down at. He didn't let go. He would not let go. He knew his sister too well. "You going to start talking or do I have to shake it out of you?"

Frankie gave him an evil look, but decided to talk. "I left Aunt Corin's months ago. I've been trying to make it on my own ever since."

"And you're out here doing drugs and you call that making it on your own? Frankie, what in the hell are you thinking. I don't even want to know how you got it or what else you been doing." Boz started.

"Then don't worry about it. I have friends, go ahead, put me in jail I can get out. I'll get arrested and go about on my marry way and we pretend we never saw one another. I sure wish that it were true." She looked to the water.

"So you hate me that much. Girl, if it wasn't for me you would still be in the shack with mom and pop. Do you care at all for that fact? Or even that I was the one who helped you get that education you got in catholic school?" He said.

"Stop being so cocky Maurice. I didn't want to go to that school. Yeah it is great that I got out of that dump, but I'm 18 now. I'm on my own. So why don't you just leave it at that?" She said.

"What so you can sleep on the streets and do god only knows what else? Uh ugh, not playing those cards. Because then I have to feel responsible for you. Look you're coming home with me tonight. We are going to talk. I don't want to hear anything about it. I'm going to give you my address, if you're not there by the time I come home, I'm sending an APB out on your ass and then you will be spending some time in jail." He gave her a slip with his address on it.

"I have to work tonight." Frankie rolled her eyes taking the address.

"Do I even want to know where?"

"What does it matter to you? Look I'll be home at about 3 am." She said

"Oh, hell no. You may be 18 but to me that still isn't old enough to even begin staying out late. You find your ass back at 55 or I'll you and you won't like it. You got me?" He asked his sister who again nodded and rolled her eyes. "I said do you got me?" He lifted her chin so he would have eye contact with her. She nodded and he got up.

"Come on Boz, we got a dispute at 5th and Liberty!" Faith yelled from the car.

"Coming," he yelled back. "Frankie be there, and that is an order." He said over his should as he ran to the car.