October 31st, 2004

Bosco really didn't like working on Halloween. The crazy freaks were always out. And sometimes you couldn't tell the difference between the freaks and the people who were just dressing up like freaks.

"I was Webster one year." Ty said. Bosco turned and looked at him.

"You were what one year?" He asked. Ty chuckled.

"Webster. I was like eight." Ty told his partner, "I always loved Halloween growing up."

"Halloween is a gay holiday." Bosco said.

"You're gay." Ty chuckled, "Wait until you have children. Halloween will turn into your fav holiday."

"I will never be having children." Bosco said. Ty looked at him.

"You cant say that. You may have kids out there that you don't know of." Ty said, "You are Maurice Boscorelli aren't you?" A smile spread across Bosco's face.

"Yeah. I am." He said.

"Then there you go." Ty smiled as he came to the red-light.

"55-Charlie, We have a report of gun fire" A voice came across the radio.

"55-Charlie to central." Bosco picked up the radio.

"Gunfire heard at Smithfield's Haunted house. One injury reported." They said.

We're on our way." Bosco flipped on he sirens and Ty sped the cruiser toward the scene. The Smithfield's haunted house was a local tradition. Of course Bosco never went there, but he had heard about it from Yokas.

"It looks dead in there." Ty said as he pulled up in front of the house.

"You shouldn't use that terminology." Bosco mumbled as he stepped out. He walked up the steps, "NYPD."He knocked on the door. All he could hear was a record of scary sounds. "I hate Halloween."

"You've already said that seven teen times tonight." Ty said opening the front door. The men slowly entered the house. In a place as decorated as thins, anyone could hide anywhere. Ty nodded to a pool of blood. Bosco knelt down and touched it.

"It's corn syrup." He said, "This has to be a hoax."

"I don't think so." Ty said looking into a room where five bodies laid on the ground, "NYPD." Noone moved.

"Are they real?" Bosco asked. Ty walked over to one and took a pulse. There was none.

"They're real all right. Real dead." Ty sighed, "55-Charlie to central, we have five bodies here. I repeat five bodies and no suspect. We are requesting backup and a few buses."

"I wish that music would shut up." Bosco said. He couldn't concentrate with it on. He stepped back into the hallway. Movement caught his eye. Bosco cocked his gun, "This is Officer Boscorelli from the NYPD. Stop where you are." A man stepped out from behind a curtain with his hands up.

"I didn't do it man." He said.

"What's your name, Son?" Bosco asked. Son? God, he was starting to sound like his father.

"Justin Decrampy." he said, "A man walked through here and just blew everyone away. I ran, but...my little sister. I cant find her." Bosco lowered his gun.

"Come towards me, slowly." Bosco said, "did you see who did it?" Justin nodded.

"He was tall and black." Justin said as he moved slowly. Ty stepped back into the hallway. Justin began to shake. "That's him! Oh god! Thats him!"

"What?" Bosco looked at Ty, who had his gun drawn on him, "Man what's going on?"

"What's going on?" Ty asked, "Your stupidity and your blatant disregard of the human race. This world would be better without you in it." Ty cocked his gun.

"What the hell, Davis? Don't joke around." Bosco said putting his arms up.

"This isn't a joke." Ty pulled the trigger.

"Oh Christ!" Bosco bolted up in bed, gasping. Sasha groaned rolling over.

"What is the matter?" Sasha asked rubbing her eyes. Bosco looked around the bedroom and then down at Sasha.

"I had a nightmare that Davis shot me." He said laying back down. Sasha giggled as she snuggled back into him.

"You're just having nightmares because it's Halloween." She said, "Now go to sleep." Bosco sighed deeply as he laid down, staring at the ceiling. Boy, did he hate Halloween.

November 13th, 2004

Sasha could feel his eyes on her. It warmed her from the inside out. He knew he had that affect on her, even at work. She winked at him from across the room. Bosco smiled at her.

"Boscorelli and Monroe." Swerski stared at them.

"Yes, Sir." Bosco sat up.

"Knock of the high school flattery." He said. Other officers chuckled.

"Sorry, Sir." Sasha blushed.

"Monroe and Davis, I want you in 55-Charlie and down on Stevenson. There has been some vandals down there." He said. Sasha nodded.

"We'll get them." Sasha said.

"You better." He said, "Now go." Everyone stood up and exited the room. Sasha went to go get their radios. Bosco walked dup behind her.

"You got me in trouble." She told him.

"Me? It was all your fault with your winking and flirting." He said. Sasha laughed as she looked at him.

"I would never flirt with you." She winked at him and caught up with ty, "Here's yours."

"Thanks." He said. "You guys got in trouble."

"Shut up." Sasha smiled as she stepped outside. She shivered, "I hate this weather. We're cranking the heat up."

"You better believe it." Ty walked over to their cruiser. "It's going to snow soon." Sasha groaned getting into the passenger's side of the cruiser.

"I don't want to hear it." She said, "I really loathe the snow. My nephew loves it though. I used to take him out to build snowmen."

"Yeah, my nieces and nephew loves the snow too." Ty said as he started to car, "I think all kids do because of the idea of no school. I loved snow when I was little."

"Me too, but once I got old enough to shovel it, I hated it." Sasha chuckled, "I wonder why he paired us up."

"I hear Swerski is trying to partners to see how the dynamic is." Ty said, "I don't mind it."

"Me either." Sasha said.

"Bosco talks about you all the time." Ty said. Sasha smiled as she looked at Ty.

"What does he say?" She asked. Okay, she really did feel like they were in high school, passing notes after class, but she really didn't care. She was happy.

"I'm not saying a word." ty said, "He swore me to secrecy."

"Fine." Sasha pouted and then laughed. "Look at that...A snowflake."

"I told you." Ty said pulling into a spot on their assigned street. Now, all they had to do was sit here and watch.

"Bosco would have hated just sitting here and waiting." Sasha said. Ty nodded.

"Yeah, thats probably why he paired us up to do this." He said. The two of them sat there in silence for about twenty minutes before Sasha pointed out the window.

"Check that out." She said. Ty glanced at a group of teen-ager walking down the street. One of them picked up a rock and threw it in a store's window. As the glass shattered into a thousand pieces, Sasha got out of the car, "What do you think You're doing?"

"Running." The culprit said and bolted...right into Ty.

"I don't think so." He said slapping his cuffs on him. Sasha stared at the other teens.

"Do you need a personal escort home?" She asked. They shook their heads.

"No, Ma'am." One of them said.

"I never forget faces. If I see one of you again, I will remember how I know you and take you in. I don't want to see anymore trash around this place, do you understand me?" Sasha stared at them. They all nodded and rushed away.

"Shall we bring this one in?" Ty asked.

"Of course." Sasha smiled as she opened the car's door for Ty.

"Only here for twenty minutes and we got someone." He said as he got the teen into the car, "It has to be luck."

"Or the man upstairs didn't want us out in the snow." Sasha chuckled. Ty nodded in agreement. Sasha hoped that Swerski would let them ride together more often. It was nice to gt along so well with Ty.