Well, Well it's a new story. Yes your eyes have not deceived you; it's a new story. Now if I can keep it up and keep writing on this one. Don't worry I have not forgotten about Return to Innocence, that one is just so depressing to write half the time I have to be in one of those moods to write it, so forgive me a new chapter should be coming along shortly.

Now for this story, I have to say I still can't believe I am writing this being the fact Cruz is in this story without her being, oh let's say the Devil? So for you Cruz fans, please forgive me, this is again my first time trying to write her and I do hope I do her some what justice ;).

There is of course really strong language because face it, if Third Watch was a movie it be rated R lol for their nasty talking, go to NYC you hear the F bomb drop, but I'll try and keep it tone down, oh and there will be some violence…come on it is me here we are talking about.

I like to thank MonaCK for this idea. We were talking and she gave me this challenge, and wham this little idea sparked, so THANK YOU.

Next on my list is Rebel Jess, because she reads all my stuff and listens to me throw a hissy fit, and hoping it sounds good and so forth. So thanks chicka, and to Annie because you also read a bit, and gave me wonderful positive feedback, thanks again.

So here we go, new chapter, and hope you enjoy!

Rating: PG-13

Summery: When Boscorelli's life is in danger, can Cruz and Faith come together and work as one, or will they end up killing one another first?

P.S. I tried to find as many mistakes as I could, once again if you see any, hahah pretend they don't exists lol

Chapter 1 – The Game Has Begun

Walking up the stairs of the 55th Precinct, Sgt. Maritza Cruz let out a stifled yawn, the stairs seemed much longer then usual, or it seemed like that to her because she was so freaking tired. Then again when your tired and all you can think is 'I must sit down,' it seems that it takes longer to get where you want to go. Finally getting up the last steps, and giving a nod to a few of her men she made her way back to her office. She plopped down heavily into her chair letting her arms dangle over the chair handles as she took a few seconds to catch her composure.

Finding the energy enough to finally bring herself up at full posture position, her eyebrows came down in confusion. On her desk, laying on one of her papers was an envelope, written in the middle was bold black letters, "Sgt. Cruz." It was as though it was suppose to be there, like she herself had put it there and was just waiting to be opened when she got the chance. She glanced around, expecting somebody to be watching her as she hooked her finger underneath the sealed part and ripped it open with her pinkie.

Her heart began racing as she unfolded the letter and one part of her was screaming to throw it away before she read it, scared what she might find inside. It was worse then she imagined, as she began reading it. After she finished it she reread it again, scared she may have some how misread and that her mind was just playing dirty tricks on her.

"Dear Sgt….payback's a bitch. I have somebody you know, don't want them to end up dead, you best do what I tell you. If you want to find out who it is….check out who didn't show up for work today, sweet dreams, Sgt."

Putting down the letter she then glanced around her office, and then shaking her head she got up, with it in her hand. Folding it she put it into her pants pocket, grabbing the envelope she threw it into her desk drawer and locked it. Looking at the clock up on the wall she noticed the time. The shift for the third watch had started. Thoughts were quickly running through her mind as she took the steps fast, as she reached the bottom of the Precinct and saw that Lieutenant Swersky was standing at the front desk.

Walking up, she calmed her face, and put her hand on the polished wood and began tapping her fingers as she talked to Swersky. "Hey," Swersky looked up from his papers to see Sgt. Cruz standing there. Usually anytime that woman came around, trouble was brewing. "I was wondering, who didn't show up today at work?"

"What's it to you, when one of my Officers doesn't show up?" Swersky getting suspicious, which seemed to be a force of habit when working with Cruz.

Cruz was scrambling trying to think of a way to make Swersky give her the information. Why did he have to be so difficult? Ask somebody a simple question and they have to make everything so god damn tough.

Swersky just shook his head, threw a few papers down over to the side as he quickly mumbled instructions to an officer on something and then turned around and saw the look on Cruz's face. The one that said 'just tell me.' Grabbing his sheet he looked down at the paper that told him what officers came in on time, and which ones were uncountable for.

"Boscorelli didn't show up for work, in fact he didn't bother to call in."

Swersky put his sheet of paper down and looked up to see that Cruz had stepped back. For some reason, if he didn't know any better her face had gotten paler. Maybe it was the lighting, he had told the janitors more then once that he thought the light bulbs had to be replaced. But does anybody ever listen to him? He then remembered his original thought and asked Cruz if she was okay.

"Yeah, thank you." Cruz then hurried back up the stairs, the entire time Swersky wondering what made that woman tick. He shrugged and went back to what he originally was doing in the first place before he got interrupted, which so happens all the time in this job.

Cruz got up the stairs and glanced around the office. They weren't even paying attention, she could waltz into her office then walk back out and they wouldn't even know. Slowly but surely, anger began to boil up. Somebody had come into her office, left a note, and nobody had seen them! Hell they could of put a bomb in there for all she knew, and they get away with it.

"Did somebody come into my office and drop something off?"

Everybody looked up, when she asked the question. Studying each and everyone's face but all she got was blank stares, as though she had asked some great psychological question.

"What was it?"

Cruz turned on her heel, staring at him like he was stupid for even asking such a question. 'What was it none of your business, I'm asking the questions not you.' She thought. But actually held restraint in then replied as she tried to calm down her nerves that seemed to want to panic.

"Doesn't matter, I asked you all a question did you see somebody come into my office, and leave something for me?"

Nothing. They all shook their head no, or replied with the same answer. Brilliant, just freaking wonderful. If this wasn't a big pile of crock of shit, she didn't know what was. This was a Precinct, full of cops. There something wrong if a guy can walk past the front desk, upstairs, into her office, nobody see him do this, then walk back down the stairs and leave. Unless, it was an office, that could only explain why nobody would give them a second glance. She prayed that wasn't the case, but it was the likely answer to this.

"Cruz?"

She came out of her thoughts. When he saw that he had her attention he asked her again, "are you okay…something wrong?" Shaking her head no, "Look I have to….I got to go."

Without another word she turned and fled down the stairs quickly. She had to go to Bosco's apartment. She had to know for herself, to make sure this wasn't some kind of sick twisted game.

As Cruz's thoughts were flying a mile an hour she by passed Swersky without even saying a word. Swersky watched her as she practically ran out of the Precinct. When he had seen her he had tried to stop her, so he could ask her what was wrong, but she didn't even give him a chance.

'Oh lord, why do I have a bad feeling about this?' A feeling that washed over him, and when that happened that was never a good sign. But the only thing at the moment Swersky could do was, shake his head and continue on working on the stuff in front of him.

Cruz came to Bosco's apartment. She found her self just staring at the door. She feared on knocking on the door and the outcome of it. If he did answer how would she explain herself? He was always second-guessing her in anything she said or did never hesitating to question her motives. Shooting Faith had been the nail in the coffin to end whatever relationship they had. At times working as cops they could be some what decent to one another, because their job came first but let it be outside of work, hell would freeze over first. But, what if he didn't answer the door and her deepening apprehension came to truth, she wasn't even sure what she would do next.

Knowing it was now or never, she then knocked on it hard. The sound bounced off the walls and echoed down the hallway. She listened. Not one single sound emitted from his apartment, she was only meet by silence. On instinct she grabbed the door and turned it, what scared her even more, it was unlocked. She didn't want to do this, but she didn't stop she just pushed the door open.

"Bosco?"

She still hadn't stepped over the threshold. It was like she was a vampire or something, and was not yet invited therefore she would have to wait till somebody did. But what made her come in was what she saw just standing there.

The coffee table was turned over, glass was everywhere from it breaking, as though somebody had fallen on it with great force. The very essence of what she didn't want to see was on the ground, in little drops, was blood. She also noticed there was a trail right towards the door were it then formed a tiny pool, and then all together disappeared. From what Cruz guessed, that was the last spot Bosco had been, and then they must have picked him up. What became scary was that the note had just become very real and she knew deep down, Boscorelli was in serious trouble. From what it looked like, he definitely did not go down without a fight, at least he was showing them how much of a pain in the ass he could be.

Seeing there was nothing else she could do in the apartment she turned and walked out, trying to figure out what she could do next.

(Hours Before)

Bosco threw his keys up onto his counter as he came into his empty and darkened apartment. He first walked over to his refrigerator, the light illuminating the kitchen as he looked through it. He then closed it, but then reopened it as though something would magically appear there, the fridge fairy would make food show up for him. When that didn't' work he grabbed a beer.

He saw he had a few messages, when he pressed play he listened as he popped open the alcohol and took a swig. First one was his mother; the next one was wrong number, and then a telemarketer. 'My god I'm a loser,' he thought as he didn't even turn on a light. Just turned on the TV and began to relax from a hard day at work. He flipped through, at first he stopped on Conan O'Brien then when that was done he caught Cops. 'Now this….is television.' He put his feet up on his coffee table, as he got comfortable, taking another drink of his beer.

Sleep crept up on the unsuspecting cop, and he kept nodding off and finally without any warning Bosco submerged into sleep, not even bothering to turn off the TV or go lay in his bed. Bosco woke up with a start. His beer was gone and rolled onto the ground and the remote was resting on his stomach. But something had woken him up, bringing him out of a good sleep to. Then he heard it, the soft knock on the door. Bosco's eyes was still having hard time focusing, using the TV light, he glanced at his watch.

"What the.." 'It was 4.am in the fucking morning and somebody was knocking on his door?' It better be worth it or he was going to without doubt have some strong words with them.

Getting up throwing the remote on the coach, he got up and looked out his peephole. He came away from it thinking maybe he was in a dream, and any minute something crazy was about to happen. Why in the hell was Logan Weller standing in front of his door? He was one of the officers of the Precinct. Few times he had worked with him, but didn't really know the guy.

Big warning flags were going up, his gut instincts were telling him something was off. He didn't know the guy enough that the man would know his apartment. Subconsciously every fiber was screaming him not to open the door, just to act like he didn't hear the man, but he was a fellow Officer, and he might need help. So without being able to stop himself Bosco opened the door.

"Hey, sorry didn't want to wake you."

"Well you did a good job." Bosco was in no mood for anything but straightforward answers, no beating around the bush. He felt unnerved as it was, and not to mention he was irritable. To early in the morning to be having do deal with this kind of crap. "What are you doing here?"

"Well…." Logan licked his lips and switched his weight onto his left, then back to his right. "I just…I'm sorry man."

Bosco was getting confused by all of this; he was acting nervous he wasn't making any sense. Shaking his head, Bosco rubbed his hand over his face. That feeling that was coming over him, the one that told him to shut the door before it was to late was really making itself known and Bosco quickly tried to find a way to defuse the situation.

"Look, it's early in the morning…if you want we can talk about this tomorrow…." Bosco stopped in mid sentence. Logan had looked down at his feet, and then when he looked back up, sadness was in his eyes, as though he just committed a horrible heinous crime. Before Bosco could question Logon, a man who been standing outside the door pressed up against the wall appeared with a gun aimed right at Bosco's head.

"Don't make a single sound." The man cocking the gun and making it evident that he was ready to blow Bosco's head off if he did try to call for help.

The bottom of Bosco's stomach dropped. Hands coming up he began stepping backwards as the gunman stepped into the apartment, along with Logon as they shut the door. Bosco glared at Logon. If the man weren't holding a gun on him, he would probably be choking him. He couldn't believe this man was betraying him like this. Why? Bosco quickly tried to think, why would a cop be doing this to him, and what was their purpose, what did they want from him? So he pissed off a lot of people, but he didn't think he deserved such an act, another officer doing this to one of their own.

"How much they paying you for this?" Asking, Bosco wanted to know what would drive somebody to do this.

"Shut up."

Bosco wasn't sure what they were going to do now that they were holding a gun on him. It was like they were debating on now what to do next, as though they hadn't planned up to this moment. What Bosco needed was a distraction, something to cause the man to look away, or something enough so Bosco felt he could charge him without getting his head blown off in the process.

Then, as though God had been listening to his thoughts, somebody yelled outside his door, practically screaming bloody murder. If it wasn't such a dire situation Bosco would have laughed, he hated that neighbor, it was thee nosiest ass neighbor he had ever encountered in his life. For the first time since that nut ball had moved in, he never was so happy to hear him yelling.

This distraction was enough; for the gunman turned his head just enough to side glance at the door, scared the man was going to walk into Bosco's apartment at any given moment. That's all it took and Bosco was on him in a matter of two seconds.

He leapt at the man; the force and not being ready for Bosco the gun went flying out of his hands as they both tumbled to the ground. Bosco knew if he didn't get control of the situation fast, he be the one pleading for mercy and that wasn't going to happen. Pulling his arm back and clenching his fist he then landed two blows fast and hard, dazing the man.

More then anything Bosco wanted to get to his gun that was lying on the counter, but there wasn't time for he heard Logon, and when he turned he saw him charging towards him. Bosco though used his speed to his advantage, putting his shoulders down aligning them like he was linebacker he then pushed off and they both slammed into each other with force that Logon was not prepared for, falling backwards dragging Bosco with him. When they both fell they fell right into the direction path of the coffee table. There was no stopping the momentum for Logon also had tripped on the beer bottle that was laying on the floor from when Bosco drank it earlier, he ended up going right through the glass of the coffee table.

Bosco wasted no time to start beating the living piss out of Logon. All he could think was, this man betrayed him. 'He betrayed me. He found out where I lived, and then for what, to point a gun at me? NOBODY points a gun at me!' All his focus and attention was so drawn on Logon, he hadn't even taken notice yet that his arm was bleeding from falling into the glass, and it wasn't the only one he had a variety of cuts. Not paying attention to his surroundings, Bosco's downfall was his anger. Bosco wasn't even seeing straight he was so pissed off that he didn't even hear the other guy get back up.

He didn't even know what hit him; for the man grabbed his gun and used that to smash the back of Bosco's head, hard. Bosco immediately fell into unconsciousness falling onto Logon in a heap.

"Come on man, I'm sure somebody call the cops." The man pulling Bosco off of Logon, dragging him across the floor and to the door as Logon struggled to get up. Looking around the apartment, blood was on the carpet along with the glass that was scattered. When Logon walked over slowly, he noticed the man had grabbed a towel from underneath the sink. He arched his eyebrow. He could hold a gun on the man, and then he's worried about Bosco bleeding to death? Catching the glance from Logon as he tied it tight, he simply stated, "don't want his blood in my trunk."

"Help me lift him."

Logon really didn't feel like picking anything up. His face was hurting from all the blows Bosco had given him, and not to mention it does kind of hurt to shatter glass with your back and have a man fall on you at the same time. But in the long run he helped pick Bosco up by grabbing his feet, and silently and quietly they made it outside, with no eye witnesses they threw Bosco into the back of the car and few seconds later took off.

TBC…So did you like? Tell me what you think, thanks!