Bosco kept his hand over Faith's mouth until he was sure that the coast was clear. When he let her go, Faith hit his chest hard. "What was that about, Bosco? What sort of trouble are you in?" Bosco didn't face her. "Look at me, Bosco." Faith demanded.

"Shhh." Bosco put his finger to his lips. He took her by the hand. "Let's get out of here."

She pulled her hand from his. "Not until you tell me what's going on, Bosco."

Suddenly, there was a stream of bullets heading their way. Faith and Bosco hit the floor. He looked at her. "You want me to tell you what's going on while we're being killed? Great." He fired a shot and the firing stopped. "When are you going to relax long enough for me to get you somewhere safe to tell you?" He helped her up and they started to run. "It's this case. Big Mac was murdered and I know by who and why."

"I figured that much from your letter." Faith gasped for air.

"Quick!" Bosco ran up some stairs, Faith on his heels. He slowly opened a door, his gun in front of him. When he felt comfortable enough, he told Faith to come in. He shut the door and began to turn the apartment upside down.

"What are you looking for?" Faith asked.

"Bugs."

"You'll need an exterminator for that problem, Bosco." Faith tried to joke, but Bosco just shot her a glare. "Right. Sorry. Why are you looking for bugs and where are we?"

"My place and you don't know if they've paid a visit or not." Bosco looked closely at the smoke detector.

"Are you implying there's some sort of conspiracy going on here, Bosco?" Faith tried to keep from laughing.

"They're coming for me too, Faith." Bosco looked at her. "I know everything. Enough to put these jag offs to death row."

"Like what?" Faith flung her coat on the couch.

"There's this General that I used to serve under. He was a Captain when I served under him, but he's dirty, Faith." Bosco lowered his voice. "Big Mac knew the same thing I did and he paid the price for it."

"What is it and how do you know? I worked with you all these years and you..."

"I've only known for a couple years, Faith. Big Mac told me and he provided evidence." Bosco stood up and went to a dresser. He emptied everything out of the drawer and lifted the bottom. He pulled out an envelope stuffed full and handed it to Faith. "Here's all the evidence you need. I want you to be careful. If they know that you know and that you have this stuff, they'll be looking to kill you too."

Faith looked at him. "Don't get killed on me, Bosco."

He smiled. "I won't. I promise."

Faith looked at the contents of the envelope. "This could do some major damage to this guy's career."

Bosco nodded as he continued looking out the window. "That's what Big Mac knew and it's why he was murdered."

"So, when did you move?"

"When they broke into my last place looking for those." Bosco's attention never strayed from whatever was outside the window and he never put his gun down. "I've got a feeling I'm about to move again." He pointed his gun out the window and shot. "GET DOWN, FAITH!" He yelled as he moved away from the window.

A stream of bullets entered the apartment. "Bosco? You okay?" She asked, never standing up.

"I'm fine, Yokas. But, right now, I've got to get you back to the precinct unhurt." He stood up. "Let's go."

Faith looked the envelope up in the evidence locker. Bosco was uncharacteristically nervous as he surveyed the scene near the 7-9. He knew in here she was safe, but the minute Faith emerged, she was now a target. Despite her best efforts to comfort Bosco and convince him she would be fine, he wouldn't believe her and refused to leave her side until she was home.

As they turned the corner to head home, two men approached them. One held a gun to Bosco's head. "Give us the envelope, Boscorelli, and no one gets hurt."

"I don't have it, jag off." Bosco defied.

"What did you do with it?" The gruff voice became angry.

"Sold them to the USA Today." Bosco toyed with the man.

"I should kill you right now."

"Go ahead. What will it accomplish? The whole world will see what you've done and you'll get what's coming to you." If Bosco was afraid, he never showed it.

The gunman looked at Faith. "I should just kill your lady friend here. Maybe then you'll talk."

"You kill her, I kill you." Bosco held his gun to the gunman's head. "I don't mind going to prison for murder, especially when it's self defense."

"When are you going to learn, Boscorelli?" The gun man hit Bosco hard across the face, knocking him to the ground. He fired a round, hitting Bosco. "Let's go." The men grabbed Faith and ran off.

Faith looked at her abductors. "What is it that you want with Bosco?"

The guy across from her laughed. "You have no clue? What did he give you in the apartment?"

"A good fuck." Faith was indignant.

The guy pointed a gun at her. "We were watching and there was no fucking going on. Where's the pictures?"

"I have no clue as to what you're talking about." Faith lied.

"We saw him give you an envelope."

Faith laughed. "You think pictures of my family from the old 5-5 are something you need?"

"Those weren't pictures from your precinct." The guy challenged.

Faith only laughed harder. "I should think they were." She pulled out an envelope. She held up one. "That's Bosco with my nemesis, Sergeant Maritza Cruz. And here's Sully." She tossed another one at him. "And Davis. He was so cute and complex. He's dating this lady, Sasha Monroe." She pointed to the lady standing beside Davis in the picture. "These are sure some incriminating pictures." She scoffed.