A/N: I hope everyone got who the song was for, it was about her ex husband.

Her happiness was short lived however, 45 minutes later she was hit with a pillow in the head.

"Ash, Get Up!" five more minutes, she didn't have five more minutes she had to get up. She rolled over and threw the covers off her, to be meet with an empty room, one guess where he went, she walked over to the bathroom and her guess was right. She didn't want to wait this morning.

"Get out of my god damn bathroom, or I tell everyone you use my bubble bath" he was out in ten seconds flat.

He wasn't going to provoke her today, he knew better, because he was afraid that she really would kill him. Some days when the shift was going slow he would taunt and provoke her so she would yell at him and get mad, but that never lasted long and he was always thinking of the next thing that would piss her off. He had a habit of pissing people off, maybe it was him, no people just had a lower tolerance level these days.

He was still pissed at what Cruz did to him, and she still hadn't talked to him, making him angrier still but that didn't stop him from stealing glances at her during shift, when they were writing reports or the end of shift when she was changing or just in general, he was more than ever in love with and yet he hated her. If that was possible.

He hated how she made him feel with just a quick glance that caused him to take a sharp intake of breath, made his palms sweat and his heart race. So much unfinished business, and yet no time to talk about it.

He had been going over to Stan's every night since he learned she was working there undercover, never talking to her just looking at her, breathing in her scent as she stood beside him waiting for Stan to fill her order and then she was off again, her scent lingering. He knew Ashley knew and was pleased she hadn't brought it up either. He still didn't know how he felt about her himself and a person asking wasn't going to help until he had his feeling sorted out.

The silence in the car was killing him, he was never quiet always talking, humming the occasional singing if it was a good song he liked and this drove him nuts, they were doing surveillance on one of Cruz's guy because she was held up in court and then she's going to watch theirs while the ADA is prepping them for their court date next week. He glanced over at his partner who had been sound asleep for the last hour, he didn't want to wake her knowing how much she sleep she got last night. He just wondered where she was last night, it was true it was none of his business, but he did worry about her, if anyone hurt her in any way they would have to answer to him.

He was once again the big brother, thinking that after Mikey died he would feel like an only child, but he couldn't help feeling that he was a big brother all over again with Ashley. You didn't have to be blood to be family. He learned that over at the 55.

"Crime 2, what is your location?"

Ashley jumped awake

"Holy, freakin Christ" her hand over her chest, she reached for the radio

"We're at 133 Lexington"

"Get back here now" Ashley still trying to catch her breath, puts the radio back on the dashboard

"How the hell you could let me fall asleep?" she asks as she starts the car

"Cause you've had the matter of three hours in the last 48"

"Did I miss anything?" she's looking in the review mirror fixing her hair.

"Well, the world came to an end three times, a bird almost shit on the windshield and the guys been in there for 2 hours"

"kinda makes you jealous doesn't it?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" she side glances him and he catches on. Bosco rolled down his window, his mood changed and he became stiffer than board, his jaw clenching.

They walked in to find Cruz conversing with a devishly handsome guy, his back towards them, she felt Bos tense up beside her and laughed interrupting the two talking, Cruz looked annoyed and well, she'd remember that face anywhere. After all he was the one who'd kept her up all night.

"This is ADA Hayden Lander, that's Ashley Ryans and Maurice Boscorelli" he like how his named rolled off her tongue like she said it every day"

"Ashley and I've already met" Cruz moving towards the door, Bosco blocking the way, she sidestepped him trying to get past him, he opened the door for her.

"Allow me Sarge" he motioned her to go

"I want them back on the streets by one"

"Will do Sgt"

"Why don't you just tell her that she makes you hard?" whoa, her question caught him off guard. He didn't mind that she asked the question she just asked it when a complete stranger was in the room. How the hell did someone notice you were hard unless they looked down in that area?

"And why are you looking down there?"

"Cause I saw you try to cross your legs and figured, you were trying to cover somethin' up" she glanced over smiling. Why the hell did women have to be right all the time?

"Why are women right all the time?"

"Cause someone has to be"

"If we could get back to preparing" both ignored him as they continued talking

"That's a typical woman answer"

"Watch your mouth Bubble Man" she gave him stop-now-or-I-will-tell look. He shook his head and let it go, he'd get her back.

"I'll start with Bosco first"

"Right, I need something to drink, any body else want anything?" she looked to both man both shaking their heads no. She left.

He knew the procedures off by heart so he didn't need prepping. He'd question Landers instead.

"How do you know Ashley?" Landers looking up from the file he was reading through.

"We met last night"

"What are your intentions?"

"To win the case"

"That's not what I meant"

"My intentions are honourable"

"You wanna get in her pants" Landers quickly became annoyed with this and moved on

"If we're not going to discuss the case, we're done here"

"Great" Bosco got from his chair and left.

"Hey Stan, it's Ashley…I'm good, u?…That's great… I need to talk to you about something, it ok if I come around closing time?… Great Thanks" she flips her phone shut in time to see Bosco walking down the steps two at a time and quickly walking out the door, her turn now.

Her prepping didn't take much and was out by quarter to one, Bosco nowhere in sight. Hayden had even asked her out for drinks but declined because she didn't think she would last to eleven. At the end of shift she was going to go home grab a couple of hours sleep and make it for last call, trying to avoid both her boss and partner at the bar.

The desk Sgt hadn't seen him since he walked out the door, half an hour ago. Apparently she wasn't the only person looking for him, she was on her way up the stairs when Faith stopped her.

"Hey Ashley have you seen Bosco?" Cruz saved her from answering that, as she too walked up to her and asked where he was.

"Why do you both need to talk to him?"

"Yes" Faith replied

"He has work to do" Cruz said

She couldn't help in both women the concern she saw in their eyes for the man of the hour.

"Why don't I call him?"

On the fourth ring he answered, she took a few steps forward to get a little privacy but both women stepped up too.

"Boscorelli"

"Hey Bubble Man, where are you?" both women now looking at her curiously for calling him Bubble Man

"Taking care of business"

"Like?" what hell could be more important than work?

"Petting the monkey" he's at the zoo?

"Your at the zoo?" then she clued in what he really was doing

"Never mind, I don't want to know" both women probably thought she was crazy now, if they didn't catch on.

"How long you going to be?" she heard him moaning and shivered, she didn't want to talk to him if he was playing with his stick. She heard a loud moan and knew he was done.

"That was…entertaining, now do you think you could get back to work? Cause I have two people breathing down my neck looking for you"

"Let me guess, Tyra Banks and Pam Anderson?"

"Try again"

"Faith and Cruz?"

"Ding, ding, ding"

"Give me ten"

"Wash your hands first" she flipped her phone shut, not wanting to think about what he was doing.

The rest of the shift was as entertaining as watching grass grow, other members of Anti-Crime said it was slow for them too, so they weren't the only ones having trouble meeting their quota. She couldn't help but wonder if that meant something was going to happen, throwing everything and one into chaos.

She kept in the shadows until everyone left and Stan let Cruz go saying that he could do the rest, she was reluctant but agreed. Ashley stepped out of the shadows and made her way over to the bar. Two shot glasses sat on the bar, a bottle of tequila, he started pouring once she was a few feet away. She sat down on a stool in front of him and he placed a shot glass in front of her. He picked up his own and raised his glass to her and shot it back.

"What can I help you with?" he poured him self another

"Well, Bosco has got the hots for your new waitress"

"So that explains why he's in here every night, but I'm still not following"

"They have some unfinished business, but aren't going to talk it over on their own"

"Ya I figured that, they used to work together didn't they over on the 55th?" ok how did he know that? She didn't know what to say.

"I know she's a cop, she told me" she'd known Stan for awhile and he wouldn't tell her anything that wasn't true.

"She's trying to catch the people who run drugs through here"

"Well not that we got that out of the way"

"You can start by telling me what you need"

"Bosco and Cruz, I want them to talk out their differences, alone, so they will actually talk, your place is the only place that they both come to"

"Are you saying that you want to lock them in a storage closet until they talk things out?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking"

"To tell you the truth, I thought about that myself" he pours her another shot, she downs it.

"So are we going to do this?" he pours them both another neither touch it though.

"Ya I think we are, their both too stubborn to start it themselves"

Over the next hour they worked out the details, of everything they could think of, problems they would encounter, how they would get them both into the same room and what not.

They toasted and the clinks of their glasses sealed it, one week from today, Maurice and Maritza would find themselves in a situation they couldn't get themselves out of.