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 don't really know where I'm going with all this yet, so this first chapter is a little short. Please R&R, let me know what you think and if you would like me to go on with this.

Rayn looked up at Bosco, staring hard. "Is there anyway I can get into my fathers apartment? Anyway at all?"

Holding a fry in between his index finger and thumb, a few drops of ketchup fell down to his plate. He put the fry down, wiping his hands off with the napkin. "Look I don' know I can promise you anythin'. It's a crime scene, the FBI is involved, an' there's still a chance I could lose my job. Sp I don' know--I don' even know if I can help you." He said in a matter-of-fact tone. Truth is, I can't bring myself to go back there. I can't bring myself to go back to the place where Faith could have been killed. "Let me think 'bout it. Is there a number where I can reach you?" He asked her.

Rayn reached into her purse pulling out a pen she scribbled her number down on a napkin. "Thats my cell phone number, it's always on." She pushed it towards him, as he took from her. Studying the number and burring it deep into his coat pocket. "I got class in the morning." She said scooting out of the booth and grabbing her purse. "I better get going." She looked at him. "Thank you Officer Boscorelli." She said with a slight smirk, before turning on her heel and exiting the cafe.

Bosco nodded his head, watching her walk past the window as she left.

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Bosco walked in precinct tiredly. He didn't sleep much the night before. He had been up thinking, about Nobles daughter and weather or not he should help her. Bosco didn't like Noble much, in fact he hated the guy, but he was the girls father and he couldn't change it.

He made his way into the locker room, where his partner for that day Sasha Monroe, was already getting dressed.

She looked up, greeting Bosco with a warm smile. "You better hurry up, roll call's in 5 minuets."

Sitting down on the bench facing his locker he nodded. His eyes moved across the room to where Faith locker was, he sat staring at the lonely locker. She could have been killed Boscorelli. He thought to himself. She's paralyzed, an' it's all 'cause of you, 'cause you had to ask for help, like always you couldn't do it on your own.

He looked up just as Sgt. Cruz, who had now been put on as a beat cop Sergeant walked in. He closed his eyes. I should have listened to Faith, when she said Cruz was bad, she's always been right, an' I should have listened.

"Officer Boscorelli."

He turned to her recognizing that's squealing Latino voice of hers. It sent chills down her spine. "yea?" He said bitterly.

"You and I Chico--we need to talk."

Bosco pulled on his vest. "I'm late for roll call."

She pursed her lips together locker her cold, dark brown eyes on him. "I don't care if you're late or not. You and I are going to talk now." She hissed, letting him now she was in control. She looked around, they were now alone in the locker room.

Bosco was about to reach into his locker when she slammed the door shut, making him pull his hand back and jump. If she was a male I'd beat the livin' shit out of her. Bosco thought to himself. "What the hell do you want Sgt."

"I heard you had a meeting last night? With Noble's daughter, is there any truth to this rumor Boscorelli?" She crossed her arm, not taking her gaze off of him.

Bosco looked at her, his mouth open slightly, air passing over his lips. "Leave her alone Cruz, she isn't doin' anythin' to anyone. She just wants to get some of her fathers belonging." He said opening his locker pulling out his, black leather duty belt.

"You tell that little niña, to back off. If she comes anywhere near Beufords place, she'll be locked up."

"Whatever." He slammed his locker shut, and rudely brushed past Cruz, walking into roll call.

"I'm not kidding you Boscorelli." She hissed through clenched teeth.