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.
A/N: I still really don't have a full plot idea of where I'm going with this. I do have some ideas, but all the pieces aren't in place yet. There will be some good angst though I can promise you that. Please keep up the R&R's, it helps my muse works it's wonders. Really it does.

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Bosco watched the girl as she nervously picked at a side salad, the silence was killing him. "So how old are you?"

She looked up at him, then looked back down at her salad. "I turned 21 a few months ago. That's the last time I saw my father. We got together for dinner, he gave me a card with some money in it and that was it. I see him once a year, on my birthday, dinner and a card."

Bosco nodded. "Yea my old man wasn't around much, either." He told her, placing a French fry in his mouth.

She looked up at him. "I got use to it, by the time I was 16." She said shrugging. "Work always came first. He was always have to research this or that; for his latest book." She shook her head. "He was my father but--yet he wasn't. get what I'm saying?"

"You go to school or anything?" He asked her dipping his fry in some ketchup.

"Yea. I got to Columbia, graduate this spring. I'm majoring in English Literature, who would have ever thought, I'd follow in the same footsteps as my father."

"So you wanna be a writer then?"

She shrugged taking a bite of her salad, pushing the rest around with her fork. "I don't know if I want to do that." She looked up. "I really haven't thought about what I want to do after I graduate. Maybe I should have." She pushed around some more of her salad making a face. "This is some nasty lettuce. It's all soggy." She pushed the plate to the side. "I want to go to his apartment, but the damn FBI won't let me anywhere near it."

"It is a crime scene." Bosco said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I know, but I just want to get some of his stuff. He always had these note books they he wrote in. I hoping to find them. I want to know what his last few months were like. I mean he seemed fine when I saw him on my birthday, and now there's all this talk of him being on drugs. The Dad I knew never did drugs. What the hell happened?"

Bosco watched the girl vent her anger. "How did it happen?"

"How did what happen?" Bosco asked confused.

"How did he get shot?" She asked sternly. "How did the hell did my father die, what the hell was he doing there?"

Bosco closed his eyes, remembering the night. When her father died, Cruz got shot, and his partner and best friend Faith Yokas was shot and is now paralyzed from the waist down. "It's kinda complicated."

"Well I'm not going anywhere." She rested her elbows on the table counter leaning into Bosco. "So what happen Officer Boscorelli?"

He chewed on his inner cheek, staring at the girl a few seconds before looking down at his plate. "Bueford, Richard Bueford, he was one of the top Meth dealers on the West Coast an' made his way over here to New York. Your father was." He looked at her. "Like I said it's really complicated." He mused. "This Bueford guy was real bad news an' your father he got involved with him." He made an apologetic face. "He was into drugs, ya father was doin' drugs."

Rayn sighed closing her eyes. "He seemed okay, you know, he was himself. If he was already doing drugs the last time I saw him, he sure had me fooled."

"I was there when he died, he pulled out a gun an'." He paused taking a deep breath. "I had to shoot him, I was the one who killed your father."

She stared coldly at Bosco for a few moments exhaling loudly. "What were you all doing in his apartment in the first place?"

"My partner Faith, I asked her." It was hard for Bosco to talk about it. he was the reason Faith got shot, he was the reason Faith wasn't able to walk and was sitting at home in a wheelchair.

"You asked her what?" Rayn asked sharply wanting an answer right away.

"He shot and killed someone an' my partner at time Cruz, she let him go. He was our CI an' she needed him for that. That's all she cared 'bout was that he was our CI."

"What's a CI?" She asked curiously sipping from her soda.

"Criminal Informant. He shot this guy an' killed him. We made up some bullshit story 'bout some guy running from the scene. Stevie. we didn't think they'd find anyone matching his description.. They did, an' I couldn't let an innocent guy go to jail for a crime he didn't commit. So I asked my partner Faith, to go to your Fathers apartment an' search for the gun. Well Cruz, she found us out--an' she went head to toe with Faith. I came an' short while later so did your Father. All I remember are 3 shots, one of them was when i shot ya father."

Rayn swallowed hard. "Cruz where do I find her?"

"No! You don' want anythin' to do with her--she's bad news. She do whatever she can, to get whatever she wants. She won't quit until she does."

"Well I want to know what his last few weeks of life were." She said harshly. "He may have not been around too much, but the man was still my father."

Bosco sighed, he knew this wasn't going to be over anytime soon.