A/N: This is rated mature, but just incase it might bother or offend someone, this chapter contains descriptions of a murder vic. Just a heads up to you squeamish or sensitive ones out there. Other than that, the disclaimer is the same and thank you soooo much for the reviews. I love them. :)

10:30 - 55th Precinct

Ty glanced uncertainly at the sheets in his hand. There was no clear cut answer to what they did have. Not much of anything that gave any real answers, he thought with a wry frown. He glanced up, nodding a silent acknowledgment to Bosco as he drug a strung out man who was ranting about his rights down the hall by the guy's shirt.

"This jagoff is a real winner." Bosco stated with a sneer. "Lit up a freakin' crack pipe right in front of me 'n Faith when we were stoppin' at a red light. Ya believe that?"

"Yeah, yeah. Take your happy two person party down the hall, would ya?" Sully quipped, waving Bosco off impatiently.

Bosco stopped, still gripping the back of the stretched out shirt in front of him. His suspect nearly fell backwards with the force of the abrupt stop. Raising his eyebrows, Bosco managed to give Sully the smile he knew would immediately get under his skin. "Just outta curiosity, do you ever get up on the right side of the bed? Cuz, ya know...as pissy as you always get, Sully, ya might want to consider pushin' that baby up against a wall or somethin'."

Sully responded with a smile that dripped sarcasm. "What can I say, Boscorelli? Seeing your mug always works wonders." He watched Bos nearly lift the druggie off his feet, wrenching a tighter grip on the cotton shirt as they moved along. "Jerk." Sully muttered under his breath. John rolled his eyes upward and let out an exasperated puff of air before turning his attention back to Ty.

"I dunno, Sully." Ty stated, handing the reports over and ignoring as best he could the mudslinging that Bosco and Sully always felt the need to start anytime they were within twenty feet of each other. "Says here Cassandra Connor was reported missing along with Rachel Parks when they were both sixteen. Rachel was found on Brighton Beach two years later, but Cassandra was never found. Like she fell off the face of the Earth until now."

Sully took the reports, looking them over as a sick feeling grew and twisted his gut. It was hard to believe the seemingly happy and healthy blonde teenager was the same frail and battered woman sitting in the station. There had been such life and a definite sparkle in the green eyes peering back at him from the picture. Beneath was a photo and description of Rachel Parks as she was last seen alive. He sighed heavily, remembering the more gruesome details when the case broke.

The pretty brunette with her big blue eyes had been found in Brighton Park alright. She had been dead a good week before she was found. A crude garrote had been affixed to her neck, the thick cable wires twisted so deeply they had actually cut into her flesh. Lividity made it hard to fully decipher the extent of her injuries, but it was apparent the girl had been a victim of extended periods of torture before she was finally put out of her misery. He winced at his thoughts, but death did seem to be the kinder choice. The poor girl was found with both scars and fresh wounds from burns, deep tissue bruising and several unhealed lacerations. The medical examiner had verified several fractures and significant sexual trauma to the victim.

Ty waited for Sully's gaze to shift away from the papers to speak. "Think she's telling the truth?"

Sully rolled the papers in his large hands, trying to bite back his aggravation as he tucked them into his back pocket. "Why would she lie about this, Davis?" He snapped. "Crap. Can you imagine what she must have went through."

"You don't know that Sully. Just because they went missing at the same time doesn't mean they had the same...well, it doesn't mean..." Ty floundered, deciding it was best he just shut his mouth now before Sully took his head off. He shook his head, wondering just when his partner would stop thinking of him as a kid. "Look, all I'm sayin' is she is still alive. That other girl was found dead like thirteen years ago, Sully."

"I know how to do simple addition, Ty." Sully barked. His facial expression softened some as Davis put his hands up defensively and took a big step back. "Either way, we have to find the scumbag that beat her tonight. I'd be willing to bet this guy is linked to those other alley assaults."

"Yeah, and none of them are talking either, Sull." Ty pointed out quietly.

"You wanna move out from under that dark cloud of gloom of yours and help me out here, Davis? What is with you tonight, anyway? Normally it's you who's all riled up and chomping at the bit to help people." Sully didn't bother waiting for a response, he merely turned and walked back into the room where Cassandra was sitting. Ty was close by on his heels.

She had since drawn her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly to her meager frame. The coffee cup trembled slightly in her hands as it rested on her knees. The desolate look in her flat green eyes wrenched at his heart as he took a seat. It stirred memories he had tried to bury in the past. It was the same look Tatiana got whenever she had been truly scared about something. Wordlessly, he drew the papers from his back pocket and pushed them across the table at her. She glanced down at them and then quickly turned her head as if she couldn't bear to see her own face. "Is that you?" Sully asked.

It was a long moment before she replied, her face still turned away. The voice that came out was so quiet he had to strain to hear what she was saying. "It is and it isn't." She whispered. "It's was me, but not anymore. That girl in the picture...she died a long time ago."