Title: Noble Rayn fall.

Author: Fyre

Category: Drama/Angst

Email: Boscosbabe55@bellsouth.net

AIM: ToriBoscorelli

Spoilers: Up to and including. 'The truth and other lies.'

Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero and NBC. Those lucky bastards. I'm only renting them for a while, I plan to be kind a rewind

when I return them.

Summary:

She watched him walkout of the precinct to his Blue Mach 1 Mustang. The night was cool, as summer was slowly turning into autumn. She had her hands hidden in her deep into her coat pocket as she watched him. She hid behind the street light, not yet showing her face. She took a deep breath finally stepping out into the light, she followed him quietly. "You Officer Boscorelli?" She asked, her sandy-blond hair blowing gently across her face, the nights wind. She pushed it behind her ears, looking down at the street.

"Maybe I am--depends who you are?" He asked stopping before he put his keys in the door.

She nervously rocked from the balls of her feet to the heels of her feet a few times. Her hands still in her pockets. Her face still looking down at the street, she slowly lifted her head looking up at him.

Bosco looked at her as the street lamp above him reflected off her soft cheeks, and her sandy-blonde hair. He tried to figure out why she looked so familiar, why he thought he knew her. He nodded. "You goin' to say anythin' or jus' stand there all night, with ya hands in your pockets."

She look a deep breath, licking the corner of her mouth. She gave a small smile in his direction. "My name's Rayn Marie..." She took a deep breath and looked back down at the street. Nervously shifting her feet before looking up at him again.

"Well good for you Rayn Marie, but I ain't got-"

"My last name is Noble." She said softly her voice cracking a bit nervously. "Aaron Noble was my father."

Bosco looked into the girls face, now he knew why she looked familiar, why he thought he knew. "W-what?"

She lowered her head. "My father was Aaron Noble."

Bosco took a few steps back from his car, walking a little closer to the girl. "I'm sorry--for..."

She gave a quick shrug. "It's not ya fault, so what do you have to be sorry for." She pushed some of her hair that had fallen in front of her face, back behind her ears. "You knew him in his last few days of life?"

Bosco nodded. "Yea, I guess I did." He looked at her and could tell this wasn't easy for her. "You wanna get a bite to eat?" he asked her knowing she had a reason for being there.

She gave a quick nod. "Yea, we could do that." She said to him not making any eye contact.

Bosco sighed placing his keys into his pocket. "There's a place down the street." She said walking turning towards her as she followed.

She did say anything, just nodded following behind him.