A/N: Hey guys! I'm trying out a new story, called Deep Blue..it's Basically going to be a story based around Bosco and Finney, about Bosco's first day back after his recovery from being shot, and lucky he gets to be paired with Finney. I hope you find it interesting, as I'll take it down a path of them clashing, and some other things will be thrown your way. This is my take on how they'd more than likely act towards each other when working together. Hope you enjoy!!

Title: Deep Blue

Summary: As if Bosco's life couldn't get any worse after being shot, he's been forced to pair up with Finney, a rookie fresh out of the academy. Things get interesting as the days pass, will they be good for each other or will it be a complete mistake?

Special Thanks: CCA, thanks a lot for reading this over and helping on revisions! Couldn't have done it without your support! You are awesome!

Chapter One

He slowly walked down King Street, taking in a deep breath he paused, standing steal next to a light pole, taking in his surroundings - The sound of the city streets, cars passing by, sirens coming from various emergency vehicles, as well as the people walking by. He took in the smells of exhaust, wet asphalt, and the mixture of other smells, things he had never even imagined stopping for before.

He then turned left into the crosswalk where he jogged to the other side of the street, taking a long glance up at the building in front of him. The building had a very different look to it, not physically but the aspect of it. This was his destiny, and it seemed now more than ever that nothing could stop him from coming back to it, coming back down the road that would always lead him back here.

He stared at the double doors, where others were quickly entering and exiting, going on with their business as the minutes passed throughout the day. Things were just like they were before, but of course, life does go on.

He felt of his hands, cold and clammy as if he were a rookie starting out his first day with the squad. He shook his head, wiping his palms on his pants. He gripped his duffel bag tightly as he slung it over his back, walking up the stairs where he entered the same doors he had in the past.

Swersky stopped him at the front desk, patting him on the back and smiling a smile that spoke without words. He could tell Swersky was absolutely thrilled to see him, which made him feel good deep down inside.

"Man, it's good to see you Bosco."

Bosco nodded, showing a slight grin. "Same to you, Lieu. It's good to be back. It's like I never left."

Swersky gave a small laugh. "There's so much truth in that statement, yet so much has changed. You'll understand what I mean later on. Now get up to the locker room and get changed, the last thing you want to do is be late on your first day back."

Bosco nodded, continuing up the stairs when another thought flooded his mind like a torrential downpour. Since Faith had made detective who would be his partner now? He paused yet again in front of the locker room door, not really sure if he was ready to see Sully and Davis. Monroe had been transferred out of the house for some odd reason, so there was yet another change Swersky was talking about.

He put his hand flat on the surface of the door, and pushed it open, walking in to his old locker. The same pictures were taped on the inside of his door of an eagle and an American flag; his uniform was neatly hanged from the hook. Sully and Davis saw his entrance and each of them stopped what they were doing that instant, amazed to see Bosco in front of them.

Davis was the first to break the silence, extending his right hand for Bosco to shake it. "Welcome back Bosco."

Bosco returned the favor, giving Davis' hand a tight squeeze. "Thanks."

Sully did the same, not saying much but Bosco knew he was sincere. That was Sully, didn't say much but spoke with facial expressions. Bosco was glad they weren't saying much, it'd make the situation much too awkward, and that didn't go over well with any of them.

That's when Officer Finney barged in, bumping into Bosco as he practically sprinted to his locker. Bosco arched his eyebrow as he watched Finney rummage through his bag, trying to get dressed on time.

"How much time do I have?" Finney asked as he pulled a white shirt over his head. He then stopped, noticing everyone staring at him, as well as Bosco. Bosco had no idea who he was, this was the first time he'd ever seen him, and already he couldn't stand him. He had incompetence written all over him.

Finney eyed Bosco up and down, then spoke again. "So, aren't you a little old to be a rookie?" His lips erupted with a laugh, expecting everyone else to laugh with him but the locker room fell silent and his laugh quickly diminished out.

Bosco just sent him a blank stare, making him feel as uncomfortable as he possibly could. "Aren't you a little young to be a cop?" Bosco really couldn't think of anything else to say. He wasn't in the mood and he could tell that Finney was unaware of who he was.

Sully stood adjacent to them, folding his arms over his chest. "Probationary Officer Finney, meet 10 year veteran, Officer Boscorelli."

That's all Sully had to say for Finney to recognize the name, and his face grew as pale as a white sheet. Thankfully Swersky peaked his head in, calling out that role call was in a few minutes, and then the locker room quickly grew empty.

Bosco was anticipating role call so much, only to find out who his partner would be, and he hoped on everything that it wasn't going to be with that nitwit Finney. That's the last thing he needed right now was an arrogant rookie on his hands. Surely Swersky wouldn't pair him with a rookie anyway. Bosco wasn't good at training, not when things were his way or no way.

"Finney and Bosco will be in 55-David." Swersky's words pierced through his mind. He shot a quick glance at Finney who wouldn't even look his way, still embarrassed at what had happened in the locker room. "Eyes and ears open out there."

The room filled with chairs and desks being scooted across the floor as officers got up to start another shift. Bosco didn't wait on Finney and went straight to radio check out. This was going to be VERY interesting, and he was already looking forward to 11 PM on his first day back, not a good combination.

Bosco then caught Swersky in the hallway, stopping him in his tracks. "Lieu, I just have one quick question." He said as he watched to make sure Finney wasn't in earshot, though he really didn't care at the moment.

"What is it?"

Bosco leaned against the wall, frowning. "I just want to know why you'd put me with a rookie my first day back? Is that smart?"

Swersky cradled some papers with his left arm and looked down at the floor and back up at Bosco. "Well tell me this, do you think you can handle it?"

Bosco shifted his weight, trying not to look uneasy about the question. "No, I can handle it, I'm just wondering why. Is there some special reason?"

"Remember when I mentioned changes to you earlier? This is one of them. I need to get Davis riding back with Sully for some personal issues, need to get things back to normal as much as possible. And to be honest, I think you'll teach Finney well, we all know he needs a good teacher."

Bosco nodded. "Okay." He then walked towards Finney, not even acknowledging him as they made there way out to the RMP's. Finney caught up to him, smiling and trying to break the ice.

"So, you going to let me drive, let me get familiar with these streets?"

Bosco glanced at him through the corner of his eye as they approached 55-David. "You're kidding right?"

"Nah, I'm not. Davis let me drive."

Bosco got in his face. "Do I look like Davis to you, cause last time I checked I'm not a 6'5" black guy."

Finney put his hands up, backing away. "Okay okay, calm down. So I guess you recognize my last name, associated with my father and stuff."

Bosco nodded as he opened the driver's side of the car, placing the logbook on the dashboard. "Yep, I know who your father is."

"So, you feel the same way about the others? You dislike him?" Finney was trying to pull the same stunt he did on Davis, where Davis felt sorry for him, allowing him into the driver's seat but Bosco stood strong, and Finney didn't want to stoop that low but it was worth a try.

Bosco didn't look up as he prepared the car. "I don't like your dad, I'm sure most of the people in the department don't like him, now get your ass in the car and let's go."

Bosco pretty much figured that the day would go as it had been going. Finney tried to make conversation and Bosco quaintly resisted, giving short, one-word answers or not even answering him for that matter. It was probably the best way to avoid a fight, even though he could tell Finney was growing annoyed with him.

"Bosco, do you have a problem answering me when I ask a question?"

Bosco looked at him out of the corner of his eye, making a sharp turn with the car. "No, you just talk too damn much. Can't we enjoy some quiet time?"

"I was just wondering when we were going to eat. It's already 6:45 and I'm getting pretty hungry."

Bosco didn't realize how late it was. Usually he wanted a meal around 6 but he didn't have an appetite today, well since he had gotten out of the hospital for that matter. "Okay, we'll go eat on one condition."

"What's that?" Finney asked, staring out the window.

"We eat where I want to, no stupid questions." Bosco pulled to the curb in front of a burger joint that he and Faith went to a lot back in the good old days.

They went in and Finney ordered first. "I'll take a bacon cheeseburger, an order of large fries and a large Mountain Dew."

Bosco stepped back, thinking about what Finney had just ordered. It was practically the same thing he got here, but what was amazing about that? A cheeseburger and fries were common of course.

Right as they both went in for their first bite the radio interrupted them. "We need all units in the 5-5 to respond to the corner of 5th Avenue and 2nd, we have reports of shots fired in that area."

Bosco threw down his burger and took a quick sip of his drink and Finney was a bit quicker getting out the door, probably to beat Bosco to the driver's seat and get a chance to drive.

Bosco dangled the keys in front of Finney as he walked past. "Nice try, give me some credit Finney. I'm smarter than that."

They drove off in a cloud of dust, making it to their destination within minutes.

Sully and Davis were on scene already, canvassing the area for any suspicious activity. Bosco tried to stop Finney, to talk to him before they exited the RMP but he immediately opened the door, running up to the building that Sully and Davis were standing in front of.

"What's the situation?" Finney asked, his gun pulled as he looked up at the tall high rise.

Sully looked past Finney and waited for Bosco to get to them. "Shots were reported on the 8th floor. Not sure of a hostage situation." Sully hesitated, but wanted to ask it anyway. "Bosco, you sure you are up to babysitting that idiot?"

"I'm capable Sul."

"Are we going to go in or just stand around?" Finney asked, edging towards the door.

"We go in when I say we go in."

Before they made their entrance a man exited out of a door to the right of all four of them, pointing his gun, his hands shaking from either nervousness or excitement. From what they could see, he was definitely nervous from the amount of sweat showing up, his face was practically dripping. He gritted his teeth and frowned.

"Sir, put the gun down!" Sully yelled as all four drew their guns on him. He didn't budge, as he began to back up, as many onlookers began to form.

"You people need to back up and get out of here." Bosco replied, trying to keep them out of harm's way but of course, it was human nature to watch something like this, no matter the danger.

That's when the man turned around and took off in a dead sprint down the road, and Finney, Davis and Bosco took off after him. Finney led the way down the sidewalk as they made good progress on the man. Bosco didn't like the fact that Finney was a step ahead, and he tried pushing his body harder, only to feel his lungs burning with deep pain from his previous injury, though he tried to ignore it.

He then saw Finney lift his 9-millimeter, aiming it. Before he could say anything he heard a gunshot echo off of the buildings, the man took a quick fall to the ground. They all three stopped running, Bosco fuming from what had just happened. Sure, Finney had stopped the suspect, but the way he did it was not the best way.

"Finney, what the HELL were you thinking?" Bosco said as he tried to catch his breath. He gave him a light shove.

"What do you mean?" Finney shot back. "I stopped him didn't I?"

Bosco put his arms over his head as he closed his eyes. The medics had arrived to take care of the man; he wasn't shot in a life threatening area, just a gunshot to his leg.

Bosco saw Sully approach them, and before Sully could even speak Bosco put his hand up. "Sully, I got this. He's my responsibility, I'll take care of it!"

"I say take him to an alley and shoot him with his own gun." Sully muttered as he and Davis walked away. "We are going to be up all night with damn paperwork!"

Bosco turned back to Finney, seeing a questionable look erupt on Finney's face. "What do you mean, your responsibility! I stopped the guy!"

"I guess you didn't learn shit in the academy did you?" Bosco said as he paced back and forth. "For one thing, you DON'T shoot someone with civilians all around. Or did you happen to not see those kids playing near the area you shot?"

"My aim is better than that! Those kids were across the street!"

"Yeah, and one small flinch and one of those kids is dead. You better hope that Swersky doesn't suspend you for this, or even worse take your badge. What he really needs to do is take that damn gun from you, what do you think you are? Wyatt Earp? This isn't the wild west and you are still a rookie. You do what I say, WHEN I say it!" He started to walk away and then turned around to address one more thing. "You ride with the medics to the hospital with him, I'll meet you there. Don't go anywhere, meet me at the desk in the ER." With that Bosco went back to the RMP, still fuming and not sure what to do about him.

He did notice how much Finney was acting like him back when he was a rookie, but there was a time to grow up and he had to learn from someone.

Bosco didn't speak to Finney when they got back to the stationhouse, he just went straight to a desk to fill out the much longer paperwork that could've been avoided, but there was nothing they could do about it now. He heard Finney enter the room and sit down across from him, but he didn't look up. He continued writing, trying to ignore him the best that he could.

"Bosco, I don't want to argue with you but next time you feel the need to ream my ass will you wait until we are not in front of a bunch of onlookers?"

"When you decide not to shoot into a bunch of onlookers." He still had not yet lifted his eyes off of the report sheet.

Finney let out a deep sigh. "Okay. It was a bad call, but at least it ended on our side."

"Uh huh." Bosco stood up, filing the paper. "Tomorrow how about you bring your brain to work with you?" He walked off, hoping the days to come would get better. He leaned against the wall outside the room he was just in, "That was one hell of a first day back."

TBC....