Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, (Although I wish I did) please feel free to read and review. Also I want to send out my thanks to the creators of Third Watch, without them, this story would not exist.
Left BehindIt was a cold winter evening, the kind of night that would make a Polar Bear shiver. Bosco and I were sitting in the RMP under our bridge, ducking calls long enough to get a bite to eat. When our actual dinner break had come up, we were making an arrest at Bloomingdale's for shoplifting. These things always seemed to happen more often around the holidays.
"I'm starved!" said Bosco, taking a huge bite of his meatball sandwich. He took a long swig off of his bottle of Diet Coke and then opened the box of fries sitting next to him.
I unwrapped my own Chicken Salad sandwich, and cracked open my bottle of Evian. I reached over and scooped a few of Bosco's fries, and began eating.
"Hey, if you wanted fries, you should have spoke up!" he said, swatting at my hand playfully.
"Bosco, there's a ton of 'em there." I said.
"Oh, all right, I suppose I can let it go this time." He said
We sat eating quietly, watching the snowfall outside the car.
After we finished dinner, it was back to work, and then finally the end of our shift came. We went back to the station house, filled out all our paperwork and went into the locker room to change back into our street clothes.
"Hey Faith, its pretty cold out there, let me give you a lift home." Said Bosco.
"Thanks Bos."
We jumped into his car, and he drove me back to my apartment.
"Are you sure you're okay? You were awful quiet at dinner." He asked.
"I'm okay." I said.
"Faith come on, we've been partners for the last 13 years. I know when something isn't right with you. Now come on, what gives?" he asked.
"Fine! If it's really that important to you, and you really need to know, come on up!" I said getting out of the car.
We went up to my apartment, and I opened the door.
We went inside and Bosco's eyes just about popped out of his head when he saw what had been causing my heartaches over the past couple days.
The living room was empty, except for the old sofa. He walked into the kitchen and looked around, it was empty too. Except for one set of dishes, a single plate, glass, mug, bowl, knife, fork and spoon. There was one pot, and one frying pan in the cupboard as well. Everything else had been taken.
Bosco turned back to face me, and asked.
"Fred left you?"
"Uh-huh, he took the kids, and all of their stuff and he was gone. I came home from work last Friday and found the apartment like this. Apparently there was someone else, just as I suspected..." I broke off, tears falling down my cheek.
"Oh Faith!" said Bosco, pulling me into his arms and hugging me.
"That's not all...these arrived this afternoon." I sobbed showing Bosco the envelope from Fred's lawyer. "Divorce Papers."
"Well Faith, there's not much I can tell you except that you should sign those papers and send 'em back. You should also start working on getting the kids back. Judge Halstead will probably be able to help you get the kids back right away; In the mean time, you can come and stay with me at my place."
"Thanks Bosco, you're the best." I replied.
I went into the bedroom, and grabbed as many clothes that would fit into my duffel bag, along with a few extra uniforms. As soon as I was ready Bosco and I left. I locked up the apartment, and we left to head back to his place.
"So, I get to see the famous Boscorelli bachelor pad, huh?" I asked jokingly.
"Yup." He replied smiling over at me.
When we arrived at his apartment, Bosco opened the door, and I stepped inside. It was a nice little place. The living room was painted in eggshell white, with a very plush smoky gray carpet. There was a gorgeous Italian black leather couch, with a matching chair and loveseat. There was a marble coffee table, and matching end tables. A big Screen TV was against one wall facing the sofa. There was a big window, looking out over Central Park.
The kitchen was really nice too. It was decorated in a soft yellow colour, with white marble tiles. There was lots of cupboard and counter space. The Fridge was made of stainless steel, and there was a gas stove, complete with a range hood and everything. Bosco also had a dishwasher. There was a gorgeous antique table set up in the corner. I peeked in the cupboards and saw that the dishes were made of fine china.
"Come on, I'll show you the rest of the place." He said.
I followed Bosco down the hall to the bathroom. It was gorgeous. It was decorated in soft blue and white. The bathtub was huge. It looked to be one of those jacquzzi style ones with the jets...That would be nice for taking a bubble bath later.
We reached the door at the end of the hall, and I stopped and held my breath, we were about to enter his bedroom, the most private space in his entire apartment. Bosco opened the door, and I was blown away by what I saw.
His bedroom was a work of art! It was decorated with a jungle theme. There was a mural painted around the entire room, of trees, with the various flora and fawna sitting among them. The bed was a four poster, with a canopy of leopard printed fabric. The bed spread matched the canopy, and there were little throw pillows on the bed, printed in zebra, tiger, and more leopard spots. The ceiling was a canopy of leaves, with a painting of a parrot flying across. There was a second on-suite bathroom.
"Wow! Bosco, this is incredible." I said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "How did you afford to do all this?" I asked.
"Well, I had a friend who was an interior designer and she fixed up my place for me." he said. "She said she wanted a challenge."
"Well she's certainly done a beautiful job." I said.
"So Faith, now that you're here, what would you like to do first?" he asked, smiling.
"Actually, I'd love a bubble bath in that huge tub." I said.
"Allright, go ahead, I'll wait for you in the living room." he said.
And with that, he was gone, and I couldn't help but smile as I grabbed everything I needed for my bath.