Title: Old Friends, New Beginnings
Author: Nyna Boscorelli
E-mail: nynaboscorelli@hotmail.com
Author's Note: This is my first ever Third Watch fanfiction. It's a Bosco/Faith shipper. Please read and review! I'll take any all reviews, bad ones included.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Third Watch characters. I'm just borrowing them for my story.
Chapter One
"Crap," Bosco muttered as he tripped over yesterday's clothes, discarded on his bedroom floor after a long day at work. The phone continued to ring as he searched for it. "Stupid cordless phones. They should have trac - ah-ha! Hello," he said breathlessly into the receiver.
"Bos?" came the strangled response.
"Faith?" Bosco asked.
Good. Now maybe she'll explain what was up her ass yesterday, he said to himself.
"Bos, I need help," she cried. "I can't stay here. I have to leave, Bos."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa - slow down. Breathe Faith. Where can't you stay Faith? What's wrong?" he asked, afraid she might be leaving New York, the force, him.
"I thought I could handle it like before. I thought we could-could get through it again. But I can't do it again, Bos. I have to leave," Faith sobbed. "Can I come over Bos?"
"Anytime, Faith. You know that," he said softly. "You want me to pick you up?"
"No, that's okay. I could use a walk. Clear my mind, you know?"
"Yeah. Okay. So, I'll see you soon?"
"Yeah," she hung up.
As he waited for Faith, Bosco paced around his apartment, worrying about her. He began to pick up his dirty clothes and straightening up a bit to try to work out some of his worry. After what seemed like an eternity, there was a knock at the door. Bosco checked the peephole and saw Faith on the other side, tears running down her face and - was that a bruise forming around her eye? Bosco threw open the door, "Who the hell did this, Faith," he asked, already knowing the answer.
She fell into him, crying harder. Bosco immediately felt bad for asking. He rubbed her back, "It's okay, Faith. It's all going to be okay. C'mon."
Bosco led her down the hall to his bedroom, mentally praising himself for having cleaned in the interim. He laid her down in the bed and pulled the covers over her. Faith looked up at him and whispered, "He hit me, Bos. Fred hit me."
This statement, an answer to his earlier question, only brought more tears from Faith and caused Bosco's anger to rise. He sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her back until she fell asleep.