"We have a problem." Bosco stated calmly and slowly reached for his gun. As he touched the holster he felt a firm clasp. Her hand clawed at his trying to stop him. He looked at her questioningly.

" If we bust him now he won't lead us to his brother and we will never catch this guy." She said breathlessly, looking stir- crazily around the car. She was agitated, desperately trying to find a solution that wouldn't blow their cover or get them killed.

"So what? You want me to sit here and wait as they cram me with bullets! Are you nuts!" A wry grimace twisted his face. He couldn't believe that she was endangering both of them because she didn't want to spoil any chance to catch Scott. If they made it alive he would talk with Lieu about sending her on course on risk assessment.

Suddenly she stopped and remained stock- still for a few seconds. Her eyes grew pretty wide and locked on him. "Your vest?" She mumbled.

He reacted automatically. His hands instinctively reached for his chest and felt nervously for it. Finding none he cursed under his breath. He forgot about it trying to make it to RMP in record time. Other way Cruz would bite his head off for being late.

"Pull off your shirt." She quickly unfastened the belt with her gun, put it into the glove compartment and wildly kicked off her shoes.

"In a few moments we will look like a two slabs of chopped meat and all you worry about is my shirt?" He whispered furiously, staring at her with disbelief. Never again he promised himself as he was taking off his shirt over his head. It was definitely the last time she managed to drag him on one of her bloody dangerous escapade and he meant that angrily throwing his shirt behind him.

But what happened then made him speechless. He froze with shock when Cruz jumped onto his laps. She sat straddling him and frantically fighting with buckle of his belt.

"What the…" He regained his voice when she was fumbling tooth and nail with the buttons of his jeans. Some would probably be missing later.

"What two people can do in a car beside staking out and having sex?" She pushed him roughly so that his back was pressed against the seat.

"So you want…us…" He managed to stutter. The prospect wasn't so horrible, under different circumstances he would call himself lucky and be in seventh heaven. But it caught him totally off guard and he didn't know how to react to her sudden offer.

"Keep on dreaming." She looked at him mockingly and kissed him long and hard on mouth. His heart skipped a beat. He was totally paralysed with shock and fear but a massive upsurge of sexual feeling rushed through his body. After a while he returned and deepened the kiss. It became hungrier and more passionate. She began trailing fierce kisses up his neck, sucking his skin and making her way toward his ear.

" Just in case, I have my other gun on the ankle." The sensation of hot air against his wet skin was unbearable. Beside she was teasing his earlobe, gently biting it. A low groan escaped his mouth. He decided to check this little news she gave him. She wasn't lying. Placing his hand on her ankle he could feel through the material of her pants a tough form of it. It was beyond him why somebody would carry both on and off duty gun. But it was Cruz and she was in class by herself. An idea came into his head. He would probably pay a hell of the price for what he intended to do now but it would be later and it was definitely worth it. His hand started to slowly move up her calf, passing her knee and then gently fondling her thighs. He was caressing her hips ruggedly, putting more pressure and strength. The uneasiness he felt disappeared without a trace. One thought consumed him completely. Or it was rather burning desire to make sure that things would run their course.

"You are pushing your luck." She looked at him intensely and threateningly. He was overstepping the limits she set and tried so hardly to keep within for the last month. And now she felt that it was getting out of control and soon she wouldn't be able to stop it. She wouldn't want too.

"You want it to be convincing or not?" He retorted and met her gaze. His eyes fell on her lips moist, bit parted and now irresistibly alluring. Her face was so close that he could feel the heat radiating from her pinky cheeks. He lifted his hand and slowly ran his fingers through her hair. Still gently stroking her hair he drew her nearer inch-by-inch and tenderly brushed her lips.

She pulled away reluctantly hearing a sharp sound. Somebody was clanking on the driver's window apparently with gun. She moved backwards a bit and looked at him. Hoping that her plan would work out she rolled down the steamed- up window and stuck her head out of it. She put her right forearm and elbow on the frame. The other hand rested on his waist close to his gun.

"Hey I'm working here." She said briskly, appearing to be cheeky, annoyed and unimpressed with the guns they were holding. She found that somewhat ironic. Her words were absolutely true. She was working here, well maybe not this kind of work. But it wasn't her fault that this guy misinterpreted it. He could have been more inquisitive. And distrustful. She was breathing raggedly or maybe just pretended to do so. After a brief moment she got her breath back. The guy they assumed to be Scott's brother leaned forward and a little bit into the open window and looked around studiously. Approaching the car he caught sight of what they were doing. Beside what he saw seemed to convince him that Bosco and Cruz were one of countless couples making out in the back seats of the cars. Only this time it was front seat.

"Hey stranger you need a girl?" She smiled encouragingly but in fact it was a grin that hunter put on his face when he caught his prey. Obviously she was trying to attract him behaving in a way every hooker would.

"Get lost or cops are gonna find you tomorrow with your brains blown out."

"Gee, no need to be so rough. You like it this way?" The guy glanced at her, mixture of pity and indulgence in his eyes. Judging from that look he she was another brazen hussy for them. Not the slightest suspicion about it. Morons, they really fell for that.

"Come on." Bosco whispered urgently to her ear and gently pushed her as if he wanted to help her back to her seat. Unwillingly she withdrew and sat there. Bosco turned around, grabbed his shirt, put it on and buttoned his jeans. All this time Cruz was shooting them malevolent, insolent glares still playing her role. Bosco rolled the window up, switched on the engine and pulled away.

"Maritza…" He started calmly when he parked in front of precinct and shut the engine off. Somewhere along the way he managed to collect himself, come to terms with what happened and be rational about how to deal with it. Ot at least he thought so.He hoped she chewed on it too.

"Don't." Or maybe not. He debated with himself whether he should let go and bring it later. He could give it a shot once again and push her a bit.

"But we…"

"Forget it." She answered calmly. Her eyes, round, a bit surprised and unusually gentle settled on his. The words he wanted to say to persuade her or just make her think about it stuck in his throat. Beside she didn't give him a chance to reply. Next moment she was gone.