For twelve hours Bosco and Faith matched the information they had received with the information they had. Being that Faith hadn't worked the smaller cases against the Albatross' she was confused as to what the information was detailing, and frustrated that she was so behind yet supposed to be so far a head.

I'm supposed to know this better than the people I have helping me, right now they know more than I do. How am I suppose to be a leader, I'm lost on my own case. I am the oldest on my team and feel I know nothing.

"Bosco, I think they made a mistake."

"Mistake?"

"They messed up putting me as Sergeant of this mission. I don't know what I'm doing, how am I supposed to help when I don't have any special skill or way of improving my team when everyone else knows so much more, and has been working on this case for months. I was just thrown into the mix to make an even number."

"Faith, I know you can do this. If you couldn't successfully complete this they wouldn't have put you up to it. You have to find your confidence. Trust the people you have chosen, this is the time we need to work together not against each other. They can't help if they don't know you need them. One object can be broken easily, it's when there are numerous objects that it is the hardest to break."

"Ten minds are better than one in other words." She paused momentarily, and then looked at Bosco. "We'll send a message to the others, and we'll meet tomorrow at eight am. I think it's better we get an early start, we'll have more time to work."

"Were are we meeting?" Bosco questioned pulling his laptop up onto the table.

"Here, we have the most space, and if need be they can stay the night. The team is in a fifty mile radius we all make a circle around Manhattan so directions here may be needed." Faith explained before standing and walking out onto the balcony. Being inside all day was beginning to get to her and she needed fresh air. Placing her hands on the rail she leaned into it facing the floor with her eyes closed. Bosco stood in the doorway watching her as she stood straight again and walked to one of
the small chairs.

"Did I ever thank you for agreeing to help me on this?" Her voice was
quiet but he heard her. She always seemed to know when he was there even if he didn't speak, and was as quiet as he could be. She always knew, and that was a specialty all it's own. She also got 'gut feelings' a lot, but most of the time said it was because she was a mother, nothing special. Bosco knew better, but when they were on patrol he didn't listen to her. He did what he always did and tried to be macho cop; didn't want to bruise his ego by listening to a woman.

"Faith, you know I would fallow you to the ends of the Earth if you asked me to. I've cost you a lot, and I owe you much more than this mission. Your thanks are greatly appreciated but the friendship we have is much more than I could have ever hoped for. And for that I should be thanking you." He replied waiting for a moment.

Are you all right?" He questioned after a few minutes of silence. Faith shook her head no, not speaking. Her hair fell in front of her face so he couldn't see her saddened expression. Walking over he knelt in front of her lifting her chin with a finger. Her eyes met his and she couldn't help by cry, the tears slipping from her eyes were few, but they were there and she couldn't stop them. Bosco moved his hand to brush them away from her face and pulled her forward into a hug. She felt defeated and he knew it. He also knew she would not give up this easily; she had been through a lot and needed to cry. So he stayed with her. He sat on the balcony holding Faith in his arms until the sunset and the stars appeared in the darkening sky. Not really speaking just enjoying each other's company.

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Carlie started to wake up around five that evening shifting her head she looked up at a sleeping James. Drifting back into darkness she couldn't seem to break the drowsiness that over took her. The next time her eyes opened they met brown eyes, and she felt a cool washcloth on her forehead.

"It takes some time for the effects to ware off, but you'll be all right." He explained quietly with a smile.

"I didn't know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.really I, I didn't." She fell back into the darkness of a dreamless slumber.

Picking her up after stretching he carried her to her bedroom and laid her on her bed. Smiling he moved a strand of her hair that had fallen onto her face and slowly turned to walk out of the room.

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The quiet zing of a bullet leaving a gun tickled Harlies ear as she watched Alexander. He was an excellent marksman, and she couldn't believe how quiet his riffle was, but then again it was just any riffle. He had a target set up about one hundred yards away and hit in side the circled target every time. Looking over at Harlie he smiled motioning for her to come to him. She was hesitant at first but did walk over to where he was. He took her hand in his and showed her how to hold the gun as he also helped her support it. He explained the sites and how to line them with the target. Shifting again his face brushed against hers and he felt a smile form on hers. Lining the sites with the target she slowly squeezed the trigger and watched as the mark appeared on the small paper. Alexander looked at her puzzled, and she looked back smiling.

Picking up her small notebook she wrote a message and then held it up
for him to see. 'I may know a little more than you think.'

"You shoot?!"

'Trap when I was younger, I also practiced a little after starting with the PD. How could I be an officer without being able to defend myself?' she wrote in reply giggling at Alexander's expression.

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Brian stood on his balcony that over looked the ocean, watching as the water stretched as far as the eye could see. He didn't understand why his brother and father could be so stubborn, or why he had to leave his home and come to America. He was happy in Italy; he had friends, family, and a good job that wasn't breaking laws. He always trained though, everything from target shooting to martial arts and kickboxing. Although he didn't want to leave the comforts of home he found that life in America wasn't all that bad, but it wasn't something he was used to either.

A knock on his door sliced through his thoughts and he turned to see his butler standing in the doorway. "Sir, you have a phone call, A Mr. Noble."

"I can not talk to him right now, take a message and I will consider calling him back. Reporters are the last people I want to be talking to at the moment."

"Yes, sir."

"Thank you." He replied before the man turned to leave. The older man looked quite shocked as to hear the young man.

"Your welcome young sir." He said closing the door quietly behind him.

This Noble had been calling for the past few days wanting an interview. It was almost annoying as a skipping record, and something Brian grew quickly tired of. Feeling the cool glass he held touch his lip he closed his eyes and listened to the waved breaking on the shore below.

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The next morning everyone arrived by eight am for the meeting. Sitting down with beagles and paperwork seemed slightly odd on a Sunday morning, but it was what needed to be done if anything was going to be accomplished.

"Thank you all for coming, I apologize for pulling you out of bed at such an early hour on a Sunday. We've run into a problem, much to my dismay I have run into a problem. The information I received is not complete, and I thought maybe if we all worked together we could make sense of it. I understand some of you have been working on this case for a while now and would like to know if anyone would be willing to share the information that they have obtained previously." Faith finished looking around at the people sitting in front of her.

After a few hesitating looks each individual started telling bits and pieces of the information they knew, and the morning went by quickly. Harlie had decided to take notes and add in the information she knew as well, feeling it would be easier to send to Faith, or whoever she would need to.

Around four thirty Faith approached her and asked what she was working on. She had moved her computer into the living room when everyone broke for dinner. Looking up at Faith for a moment she turned her computer to face her. Faith was amazed; she looked at a complete summary of the information they had obtained in the meeting. Everything from notes to phrases and quotes. She also took notice of the extra information that Harlie had known.

"Are you almost finished?" Faith asked sitting on the couch next to Harlie who simply shook her head no. Typing quickly on the keys Faith read the screen.

'I didn't want to mention before but Brian Albatross is being fallowed by someone you might know. It also might be disturbing to you so I definitely wasn't mentioning it in front of the group." She explained reaching into her brief case she pulled out a book, and handed it to Faith. The color drained form Faiths face and she looked to see Bosco walk in the front door. "Thank you Harlie, you do great work, if you finish maybe we can go over some of this after dinner." Harlie smiled in reply and turned back to her computer.