Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Third Watch. And any opinions expressed by them in this story are in no way a reflection of the people that do own them.
Author's Note: Thanks to my Faithful reviewers, and to the few new ones too. I love hearing from you.
Previously in this story: Faith meets with Sully and Davis at a restaurant to discuss what information they have gathered. Cruz has a wire tap placed in the restaurant and over hears them discussing Buford's identity. Bosco steals all the information that Faith has gathered, and together with Cruz, start planning to arrest him before the other officers can.
~Chapter twelve~
Cruz calls the port authority and inquires about the boat called the East Coast Ghost. They tell her that the boat is in their logs to arrive in the early morning on Friday. It is planning to anchor off shore until two p.m. and then it will dock at pier 63. It will remain docked until eight p.m. to load passengers and then it is scheduled to pull out of the harbor after that. It is scheduled to return to pier 63 Sunday evening.
Cruz rounds up a team of eight, and heads to the airport. She is armed with a stack of documents, requesting that they allow her access to their passenger list, and banning any other persons, including all other law enforcement agencies, from accessing this information for a week or until their investigation is finished.
Soon, the members of the ACU team are at the reservation desks of all the major airlines, handing out and explaining the order for them to suppress the information, while Bosco and Cruz, are in the security office scanning the passenger lists of every flight into New York for the people on Faith's list.
"Look at these names...they even sound rich. Worthington, Ellicott, Allen-Dwyer, Goldstein, Bloomington, Braddock...man...how do these rich people end up associating with a drug lord like Buford?" Bosco asks.
"You know what they say, 'it takes money to make money'. Buford doesn't hang with the skells. He's a big shot now. Half of them probably don't even know they are hanging with a drug dealer. They don't know where their money is, they have too much of it."
"Well...they'll find out on Friday." Bosco grins at the thought of arresting the social elite.
They match the names on the list that are from out of town, with a flight into New York within the next day or two. It looks as though Buford is planning a big meeting on his boat, with all his contacts. The more names they find, the more excited Cruz gets.
[The next day]
Faith is working her last day on the desk, then she has two days off and comes back on patrol on Friday. Officers Carter and Marcum of 55-Adam, have just brought in two guys for fighting in a bar. They are drunk and belligerent. One of the men is bleeding from his face. As the men are escorted to the desk, they are swearing at each other and at the arresting officers.
Bosco is heading towards Cruz's office when he notices the commotion at the front desk. He sees Faith, but she doesn't see him. He stops and watches her for a while, as she tries to be patient with the obnoxious drunks, and for that matter with 55-Adam. They are being no help to her with these guys. One officer has gone for coffee, and the other is just standing there. Bosco gets a melancholy smile as he watches her.
"Name?" she asks.
"Fuck you." The guy tells her.
"Nice." She looks to officer Marcum. "Does he have a name?"
"Tell her your name." He says shaking the guy a little.
"Kiss my ass ya fuckin pig."
"Well does he have a wallet?" Faith says, getting impatient.
He pulls the man's wallet out of his pants pocket and tosses it on the counter.
Bosco can see the look that Faith just gave the lazy officer. He has seen and even received that look from her before. He grins, knowing she is going to lose it any minute. He knows her so well after the eight years that they have been partners.
She notices that blood is dripping from the drunk's nose onto the floor. "Hey, he's bleedin all over the place, would ya do somethin about it Marcum?"
"I will...as soon as you're done. I ain't uncuffen him until he's in the lockup."
"Well then, take him back there. Get him cleaned up and then I'll do this paper work..."
"Look...you just do your job and I'll do mine. And hurry it up, I gotta hit the head." The officer says, stopping her in mid sentence, then glancing back to what he was staring at.
She glares at him for a second, then opens the wallet and starts to copy information onto the paper, when the perp leans against the counter, getting into her face, and talking filthy to her.
"Hey, have you ever been fucked by a real man? Huh? I'll bet you like it rough."
She pauses to glance up at him, then to Marcum, who ignores it, then she continues writing. "What d'ya say bitch...you come to the lockup with me. I'll screw your brains out."
Bosco can't hear what the guy is saying to her, but he can tell by her look, it's not good. He's getting a little pissed that Marcum isn't defending her honor.
She tries to write faster. "Don't ignore me. You know ya want it. You don't look like you get it much."
He leans in closer to her. "What are ya too good for me? Fuck you." He is so close now that blood is dripping on her paper."
"Aw Marcum! Back him off of me. I'm tryin ta work here." She shouts.
'That's my partner, with her gentle tone,' Bosco thinks, chuckling to himself.
Marcum is gawking at the hookers that were escorted in, and is not paying any attention, as the perp then leans his cheek down onto the paper and smears it with the blood from his face.
"What the hell is wrong with you!" She yells, moving her hands out of the way.
The guy laughs and then spits at her.
"Son-of-a-bitch...Marcum!" She barks as she heads towards the ladies room.
The guy kicks Marcum and tries to run off. Bosco starts to run over to help, but before he can, Faith turns towards the guy and grabs him from behind, slamming him first into the wall, then to the floor. She vents quite a bit of her anger on the guy before Marcum pulls her off and picks the guy up.
Bosco is grinning from ear to ear now. 'She's such a delicate flower.' He thinks to himself.
Faith starts to walk off. "Hey...you didn't finish the paper work. Where the hell are ya going?" Marcum yells to her. She shoots him a 'fuck you' look as she leaves to go wash up.
Bosco is staring off in a far away gaze and smiling. He was always proud of his partner, of how she can handle herself, and he especially loves it when she gets angry and loses it. His smile fades as he realizes that he may never get to work with her again. Not as partners anyway. He realizes how much he misses riding with her. He wonders how they got this distant...why she decided to push him away. He feels like following her into the locker room, and talking with her...like they used to talk, but then Cruz comes walking up and pulls him out of his thoughts.
"What the hell are you doing?" Cruz asks him.
"Nothing...watching the show. Marcum has his hands full." Bosco says, feeling his face flush.
But Cruz knows that he was watching Faith. She decides she had better keep Bosco busy until the raid on Buford's boat, because she doesn't trust him to stay away from her. And Faith would surely know how to get information out of him.
[Two days later...Friday]
Faith enters the locker room where Davis and the other officers are changing for their shift.
"Hey...welcome back." Davis says smiling.
"Thanks. I feel like I've been gone for years. Everything seems different...you know ...with out Sully...and Bos."
As she says it, Bosco walks in and opens his locker, glancing over at her. "Good you're here. I was hoping to see you before roll call. Glad to be back?"
"It feels weird."
"Why? You weren't really gone that long." Bosco says sheepishly.
She answers, "Well...for one thing, you're on time." Davis laughs, then stops, noticing the awkward glances they are giving each other, then he excuses himself to roll call, so they can have some time alone to talk.
Bosco sits down, straddling the bench. "Actually...I've been here for a few hours already." He says, trying to make conversation.
"Really? That's weirder still. What's goin on that you came in so early?"
"I can't really say, but...it's...it's a sting that Cruz and her team have been workin on for six or seven months now." he lies, knowing that they just got all the information from her two days ago.
For some reason he feels guilty for lying to her. Or maybe the guilt is from the fact that this sting is the result of all the time and effort 'she' put into it, and 'he' is going to get all the glory...because he 'stole' it from her. And he may possibly get promoted...from all the work she did.
She sits down at the other end of his bench. "So I guess we ain't ridin together today."
"No...maybe tomorrow." He looks down at the floor. He knows that isn't true either. "I wish we 'were' ridin together. We haven't talked in a long time. I wasn't really sure that you even wanted to ride with me anymore." He looks up at her. "You seem to be...well...spendin a lot of time talkin with Davis."
"Davis." she says surprised. "Why, because I went with him to meet Sully for lunch the other day?"
"No...you just haven't talked to 'me' in a while." He says sounding pouty.
"I've been stuck on the desk...and you've been spending all your time with Cruz."
"What does that mean...are you jealous or something?" he says defensively.
"Jealous? Not jealous...but it hurts me to think that you'd rather work with someone like her, than with me." She says it, knowing that he now knows everything about Cruz.
"Someone like her? You mean someone who will get the job done no matter what it takes? Someone with street smarts?"
That statement shocked her. She snaps at him. "She is spiteful and crooked, and yes...she will do anything it takes to get the job done, even ruin another officer. She doesn't care who she steps on to advance herself...or who she hurts to get what she wants. That's not street smarts...that's street behavior. She is a criminal with a badge. And that is a dangerous thing."
"It wouldn't be dangerous if you would work with her instead of against her."
"I stay within the limits of the law...and you call it working against her."
"You're twisting my words. You just hate her because you don't want me to work with someone else."
"I hate her because she's made you 'become' someone else."
"And just who have I become Faith? Huh? A better cop maybe?"
"You've become her...you've become just like her."
"Well, it's better than staying around here and becoming the 'nobody' that you're trying to turn me into. You're holdin me back." He stands up and leans over her in an almost threatening way. "She is twice the cop that you are. You'll never be anything more. And if I stick with you...I'll never be anything more either." Then he storms out of the locker room.
He feels the sting of what he just said. He doesn't even know why he said it. He had no intention of fighting with her. He certainly didn't believe it. In fact he was planning to just sit and talk like old friends...like they used to. He was secretly hoping they would have a real heart to heart and he could confess to all the underhanded things he's done to her. Relieve himself of all this guilt he's feeling. Then he would bring her along to nab Buford so she could get the credit she deserves for all the work she did to catch him. Although Cruz would never forgive him. But that's what bothers him the most...he doesn't care if 'Cruz' would never forgive him.
Faith sits there in silence after Bosco walked out. She is stunned by the force of his words. She honestly thought he was planning to get things out in the open with her. She knows that he heard their conversation at the restaurant. She really thought...now that he knows what kind of person Cruz really is, and what she did to her...to every one...that he would apologize for ever following Cruz. And if he did, she was planning to warn him not to go on that bust with her. Although Sully and Davis would really be pissed at her for warning him, but...she really don't care if 'they're' pissed or not.
As Bosco storms out of the locker room, he runs into Cruz.
"I've been lookin for you. What the hell were you doin?" She growls at him.
"Getting somethin out of my locker. What do you want?" He snaps back.
"What the hell's your problem?"
"I ain't got a problem." He says angrily.
"Did I do somethin to piss you off?" She asks.
"Nope." He says as he keeps walking away from her.
She follows, glaring at him. "They told me you were talking to Yokas. Did she find out what's goin on?"
"No."
"Then what did you two talk about?"
"That's none of your business."
"Like hell it ain't!" She grabs his arm and stops him. "You talk to her, and now you have a bug up your ass. I want to know, Boscorelli, are you having second thoughts about this? Did you tell her about the sting?"
"We didn't talk about 'that' at all. She's pissed at me about somethin else...as usual. But don't worry...I'll get over it...because after tonight, I won't ever have to deal with her again. So just give me a minute to cool off, ok?" Then his tone softens. "She just...she really knows how to push my buttons. Ya know what I mean? It's nothing important. Really."
"Ok then. Good. Let's go." She gives him a big grin. "Let's go make a name for ourselves."
"Absolutely. What's our next move?"
"I want to call the Port Authority and confirm our ride out to the boat tonight, and then we just go to the pier and watch as our future prisoners climb aboard."
[Faith and Davis are parked on the street in their RMP]
Davis is sitting behind the wheel, talking about Jackie hiring a lawyer, while Faith stares out the window, holding a half a cup of cold coffee.
"So her lawyer says he really wants that report on the fingerprint you got out of her car."
"Uh huh." She mumbles.
"Are ya still working on it?"
"Right." She says without looking over.
"Faith." No response. "Yokas!" Davis barks.
"What?"
"You haven't heard a word I've said to you. Can you get that report or not?"
"I told you, Davis. It all depends on whether or not Cruz signs the requisition papers without noticing that she did. That will make it legal." She says annoyed.
"What the hell did Bosco say to you?" He says equally annoyed.
"What?" She looks over at him. "What are you talking about?"
"You were in a good mood in the locker room. Then I left you with him for five minutes, now you're..." He waves his open hand at her. "...you're like this."
She sighs and slouches down in the seat. "I'm sorry, Ty."
"You're not regretting what we did, are you?" He asks.
"Not at the moment. How about you? Hector is your friend. You have any regrets?"
"Nah. He isn't my friend. Just a snob I knew at the academy. So what did that little pin head say to upset you?"
"I just can't believe he still idolizes that bastard. After all the stuff he knows she did. He's still defending her...still willing to follow her through the gates of hell."
"It's Bosco...he can't think for himself. He just does what she tells him."
"He told me I hold him back...that she's twice the cop I am." She says it softly as if she doesn't really want it to be heard. She's on the verge of tears, but swallows the feeling away and looks down to avoid eye contact with him.
"He said that to you!" Davis' voice is a mix of shock and anger. "That's a horrible, horrible thing to say...even for Bosco."
He can see how upset she is, so he says comically, "You want me to kick his ass for you? Coz I will."
She rolls her eyes up at him and says softly, "Yah."
"Ok then. If that will put you in a better mood...then...then, I'll just kick his ass."
"Yah...it will." She tries to suppress a smile, but he's grinning so big it makes her bust up.
"As soon as they finish booking him tonight...he's getting an ass whoopin." They both start laughing. "Man I would love to be there to see the look on their faces."
[Cruz and Bosco are at the pier]
"How many people do you think that boat holds?" Bosco asks her.
"Twenty or thirty. I don't know, I've never been in a boat that big."
"Look at this guy with the gold bow tie. You'd think that with all his money he could find someone to help him dress good."
"What time is it?" She asks for the third time in the last twenty minutes
"It's around seven thirty...still. We got a half an hour to wait. Oh my God...look at that old geezer with three hot young babes gettin out of that limo. Oh man. Hold on...Mr. Gold bow tie is movin in on one of them."
The more expensive the car, the more excited Bosco is about arresting them. But he is not nearly as excited as Cruz. She has been waiting almost a year to nail Buford.
As she waits, she thinks about how good it's going to feel to go to sleep tonight, knowing that the restless, unsettling feeling of unfinished business will be gone. That she can now rest...having closure. And by putting Letty's killer away, she can put her sister to rest in her mind. She has been waiting a long time, and she has been consumed with it. Nothing else and no one else, has mattered to her. After tonight, she can get on with her life. She had let herself become a cold, hard person...but now she can almost feel the iciness melting off of her.
******
Author's Note: Thanks to my Faithful reviewers, and to the few new ones too. I love hearing from you.
Previously in this story: Faith meets with Sully and Davis at a restaurant to discuss what information they have gathered. Cruz has a wire tap placed in the restaurant and over hears them discussing Buford's identity. Bosco steals all the information that Faith has gathered, and together with Cruz, start planning to arrest him before the other officers can.
~Chapter twelve~
Cruz calls the port authority and inquires about the boat called the East Coast Ghost. They tell her that the boat is in their logs to arrive in the early morning on Friday. It is planning to anchor off shore until two p.m. and then it will dock at pier 63. It will remain docked until eight p.m. to load passengers and then it is scheduled to pull out of the harbor after that. It is scheduled to return to pier 63 Sunday evening.
Cruz rounds up a team of eight, and heads to the airport. She is armed with a stack of documents, requesting that they allow her access to their passenger list, and banning any other persons, including all other law enforcement agencies, from accessing this information for a week or until their investigation is finished.
Soon, the members of the ACU team are at the reservation desks of all the major airlines, handing out and explaining the order for them to suppress the information, while Bosco and Cruz, are in the security office scanning the passenger lists of every flight into New York for the people on Faith's list.
"Look at these names...they even sound rich. Worthington, Ellicott, Allen-Dwyer, Goldstein, Bloomington, Braddock...man...how do these rich people end up associating with a drug lord like Buford?" Bosco asks.
"You know what they say, 'it takes money to make money'. Buford doesn't hang with the skells. He's a big shot now. Half of them probably don't even know they are hanging with a drug dealer. They don't know where their money is, they have too much of it."
"Well...they'll find out on Friday." Bosco grins at the thought of arresting the social elite.
They match the names on the list that are from out of town, with a flight into New York within the next day or two. It looks as though Buford is planning a big meeting on his boat, with all his contacts. The more names they find, the more excited Cruz gets.
[The next day]
Faith is working her last day on the desk, then she has two days off and comes back on patrol on Friday. Officers Carter and Marcum of 55-Adam, have just brought in two guys for fighting in a bar. They are drunk and belligerent. One of the men is bleeding from his face. As the men are escorted to the desk, they are swearing at each other and at the arresting officers.
Bosco is heading towards Cruz's office when he notices the commotion at the front desk. He sees Faith, but she doesn't see him. He stops and watches her for a while, as she tries to be patient with the obnoxious drunks, and for that matter with 55-Adam. They are being no help to her with these guys. One officer has gone for coffee, and the other is just standing there. Bosco gets a melancholy smile as he watches her.
"Name?" she asks.
"Fuck you." The guy tells her.
"Nice." She looks to officer Marcum. "Does he have a name?"
"Tell her your name." He says shaking the guy a little.
"Kiss my ass ya fuckin pig."
"Well does he have a wallet?" Faith says, getting impatient.
He pulls the man's wallet out of his pants pocket and tosses it on the counter.
Bosco can see the look that Faith just gave the lazy officer. He has seen and even received that look from her before. He grins, knowing she is going to lose it any minute. He knows her so well after the eight years that they have been partners.
She notices that blood is dripping from the drunk's nose onto the floor. "Hey, he's bleedin all over the place, would ya do somethin about it Marcum?"
"I will...as soon as you're done. I ain't uncuffen him until he's in the lockup."
"Well then, take him back there. Get him cleaned up and then I'll do this paper work..."
"Look...you just do your job and I'll do mine. And hurry it up, I gotta hit the head." The officer says, stopping her in mid sentence, then glancing back to what he was staring at.
She glares at him for a second, then opens the wallet and starts to copy information onto the paper, when the perp leans against the counter, getting into her face, and talking filthy to her.
"Hey, have you ever been fucked by a real man? Huh? I'll bet you like it rough."
She pauses to glance up at him, then to Marcum, who ignores it, then she continues writing. "What d'ya say bitch...you come to the lockup with me. I'll screw your brains out."
Bosco can't hear what the guy is saying to her, but he can tell by her look, it's not good. He's getting a little pissed that Marcum isn't defending her honor.
She tries to write faster. "Don't ignore me. You know ya want it. You don't look like you get it much."
He leans in closer to her. "What are ya too good for me? Fuck you." He is so close now that blood is dripping on her paper."
"Aw Marcum! Back him off of me. I'm tryin ta work here." She shouts.
'That's my partner, with her gentle tone,' Bosco thinks, chuckling to himself.
Marcum is gawking at the hookers that were escorted in, and is not paying any attention, as the perp then leans his cheek down onto the paper and smears it with the blood from his face.
"What the hell is wrong with you!" She yells, moving her hands out of the way.
The guy laughs and then spits at her.
"Son-of-a-bitch...Marcum!" She barks as she heads towards the ladies room.
The guy kicks Marcum and tries to run off. Bosco starts to run over to help, but before he can, Faith turns towards the guy and grabs him from behind, slamming him first into the wall, then to the floor. She vents quite a bit of her anger on the guy before Marcum pulls her off and picks the guy up.
Bosco is grinning from ear to ear now. 'She's such a delicate flower.' He thinks to himself.
Faith starts to walk off. "Hey...you didn't finish the paper work. Where the hell are ya going?" Marcum yells to her. She shoots him a 'fuck you' look as she leaves to go wash up.
Bosco is staring off in a far away gaze and smiling. He was always proud of his partner, of how she can handle herself, and he especially loves it when she gets angry and loses it. His smile fades as he realizes that he may never get to work with her again. Not as partners anyway. He realizes how much he misses riding with her. He wonders how they got this distant...why she decided to push him away. He feels like following her into the locker room, and talking with her...like they used to talk, but then Cruz comes walking up and pulls him out of his thoughts.
"What the hell are you doing?" Cruz asks him.
"Nothing...watching the show. Marcum has his hands full." Bosco says, feeling his face flush.
But Cruz knows that he was watching Faith. She decides she had better keep Bosco busy until the raid on Buford's boat, because she doesn't trust him to stay away from her. And Faith would surely know how to get information out of him.
[Two days later...Friday]
Faith enters the locker room where Davis and the other officers are changing for their shift.
"Hey...welcome back." Davis says smiling.
"Thanks. I feel like I've been gone for years. Everything seems different...you know ...with out Sully...and Bos."
As she says it, Bosco walks in and opens his locker, glancing over at her. "Good you're here. I was hoping to see you before roll call. Glad to be back?"
"It feels weird."
"Why? You weren't really gone that long." Bosco says sheepishly.
She answers, "Well...for one thing, you're on time." Davis laughs, then stops, noticing the awkward glances they are giving each other, then he excuses himself to roll call, so they can have some time alone to talk.
Bosco sits down, straddling the bench. "Actually...I've been here for a few hours already." He says, trying to make conversation.
"Really? That's weirder still. What's goin on that you came in so early?"
"I can't really say, but...it's...it's a sting that Cruz and her team have been workin on for six or seven months now." he lies, knowing that they just got all the information from her two days ago.
For some reason he feels guilty for lying to her. Or maybe the guilt is from the fact that this sting is the result of all the time and effort 'she' put into it, and 'he' is going to get all the glory...because he 'stole' it from her. And he may possibly get promoted...from all the work she did.
She sits down at the other end of his bench. "So I guess we ain't ridin together today."
"No...maybe tomorrow." He looks down at the floor. He knows that isn't true either. "I wish we 'were' ridin together. We haven't talked in a long time. I wasn't really sure that you even wanted to ride with me anymore." He looks up at her. "You seem to be...well...spendin a lot of time talkin with Davis."
"Davis." she says surprised. "Why, because I went with him to meet Sully for lunch the other day?"
"No...you just haven't talked to 'me' in a while." He says sounding pouty.
"I've been stuck on the desk...and you've been spending all your time with Cruz."
"What does that mean...are you jealous or something?" he says defensively.
"Jealous? Not jealous...but it hurts me to think that you'd rather work with someone like her, than with me." She says it, knowing that he now knows everything about Cruz.
"Someone like her? You mean someone who will get the job done no matter what it takes? Someone with street smarts?"
That statement shocked her. She snaps at him. "She is spiteful and crooked, and yes...she will do anything it takes to get the job done, even ruin another officer. She doesn't care who she steps on to advance herself...or who she hurts to get what she wants. That's not street smarts...that's street behavior. She is a criminal with a badge. And that is a dangerous thing."
"It wouldn't be dangerous if you would work with her instead of against her."
"I stay within the limits of the law...and you call it working against her."
"You're twisting my words. You just hate her because you don't want me to work with someone else."
"I hate her because she's made you 'become' someone else."
"And just who have I become Faith? Huh? A better cop maybe?"
"You've become her...you've become just like her."
"Well, it's better than staying around here and becoming the 'nobody' that you're trying to turn me into. You're holdin me back." He stands up and leans over her in an almost threatening way. "She is twice the cop that you are. You'll never be anything more. And if I stick with you...I'll never be anything more either." Then he storms out of the locker room.
He feels the sting of what he just said. He doesn't even know why he said it. He had no intention of fighting with her. He certainly didn't believe it. In fact he was planning to just sit and talk like old friends...like they used to. He was secretly hoping they would have a real heart to heart and he could confess to all the underhanded things he's done to her. Relieve himself of all this guilt he's feeling. Then he would bring her along to nab Buford so she could get the credit she deserves for all the work she did to catch him. Although Cruz would never forgive him. But that's what bothers him the most...he doesn't care if 'Cruz' would never forgive him.
Faith sits there in silence after Bosco walked out. She is stunned by the force of his words. She honestly thought he was planning to get things out in the open with her. She knows that he heard their conversation at the restaurant. She really thought...now that he knows what kind of person Cruz really is, and what she did to her...to every one...that he would apologize for ever following Cruz. And if he did, she was planning to warn him not to go on that bust with her. Although Sully and Davis would really be pissed at her for warning him, but...she really don't care if 'they're' pissed or not.
As Bosco storms out of the locker room, he runs into Cruz.
"I've been lookin for you. What the hell were you doin?" She growls at him.
"Getting somethin out of my locker. What do you want?" He snaps back.
"What the hell's your problem?"
"I ain't got a problem." He says angrily.
"Did I do somethin to piss you off?" She asks.
"Nope." He says as he keeps walking away from her.
She follows, glaring at him. "They told me you were talking to Yokas. Did she find out what's goin on?"
"No."
"Then what did you two talk about?"
"That's none of your business."
"Like hell it ain't!" She grabs his arm and stops him. "You talk to her, and now you have a bug up your ass. I want to know, Boscorelli, are you having second thoughts about this? Did you tell her about the sting?"
"We didn't talk about 'that' at all. She's pissed at me about somethin else...as usual. But don't worry...I'll get over it...because after tonight, I won't ever have to deal with her again. So just give me a minute to cool off, ok?" Then his tone softens. "She just...she really knows how to push my buttons. Ya know what I mean? It's nothing important. Really."
"Ok then. Good. Let's go." She gives him a big grin. "Let's go make a name for ourselves."
"Absolutely. What's our next move?"
"I want to call the Port Authority and confirm our ride out to the boat tonight, and then we just go to the pier and watch as our future prisoners climb aboard."
[Faith and Davis are parked on the street in their RMP]
Davis is sitting behind the wheel, talking about Jackie hiring a lawyer, while Faith stares out the window, holding a half a cup of cold coffee.
"So her lawyer says he really wants that report on the fingerprint you got out of her car."
"Uh huh." She mumbles.
"Are ya still working on it?"
"Right." She says without looking over.
"Faith." No response. "Yokas!" Davis barks.
"What?"
"You haven't heard a word I've said to you. Can you get that report or not?"
"I told you, Davis. It all depends on whether or not Cruz signs the requisition papers without noticing that she did. That will make it legal." She says annoyed.
"What the hell did Bosco say to you?" He says equally annoyed.
"What?" She looks over at him. "What are you talking about?"
"You were in a good mood in the locker room. Then I left you with him for five minutes, now you're..." He waves his open hand at her. "...you're like this."
She sighs and slouches down in the seat. "I'm sorry, Ty."
"You're not regretting what we did, are you?" He asks.
"Not at the moment. How about you? Hector is your friend. You have any regrets?"
"Nah. He isn't my friend. Just a snob I knew at the academy. So what did that little pin head say to upset you?"
"I just can't believe he still idolizes that bastard. After all the stuff he knows she did. He's still defending her...still willing to follow her through the gates of hell."
"It's Bosco...he can't think for himself. He just does what she tells him."
"He told me I hold him back...that she's twice the cop I am." She says it softly as if she doesn't really want it to be heard. She's on the verge of tears, but swallows the feeling away and looks down to avoid eye contact with him.
"He said that to you!" Davis' voice is a mix of shock and anger. "That's a horrible, horrible thing to say...even for Bosco."
He can see how upset she is, so he says comically, "You want me to kick his ass for you? Coz I will."
She rolls her eyes up at him and says softly, "Yah."
"Ok then. If that will put you in a better mood...then...then, I'll just kick his ass."
"Yah...it will." She tries to suppress a smile, but he's grinning so big it makes her bust up.
"As soon as they finish booking him tonight...he's getting an ass whoopin." They both start laughing. "Man I would love to be there to see the look on their faces."
[Cruz and Bosco are at the pier]
"How many people do you think that boat holds?" Bosco asks her.
"Twenty or thirty. I don't know, I've never been in a boat that big."
"Look at this guy with the gold bow tie. You'd think that with all his money he could find someone to help him dress good."
"What time is it?" She asks for the third time in the last twenty minutes
"It's around seven thirty...still. We got a half an hour to wait. Oh my God...look at that old geezer with three hot young babes gettin out of that limo. Oh man. Hold on...Mr. Gold bow tie is movin in on one of them."
The more expensive the car, the more excited Bosco is about arresting them. But he is not nearly as excited as Cruz. She has been waiting almost a year to nail Buford.
As she waits, she thinks about how good it's going to feel to go to sleep tonight, knowing that the restless, unsettling feeling of unfinished business will be gone. That she can now rest...having closure. And by putting Letty's killer away, she can put her sister to rest in her mind. She has been waiting a long time, and she has been consumed with it. Nothing else and no one else, has mattered to her. After tonight, she can get on with her life. She had let herself become a cold, hard person...but now she can almost feel the iciness melting off of her.
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