Rating: PG-13 (Just to be on the safe side, besides the other two stories was this rating, so why not this one?)
Author Note: I really wasn't going to do one of these stories ever again, I thought after "Memories" I was done but something kept nagging and this storyline wouldn't die. So after a long 4months this story was done and now, now I feel like this series or whatever you want to call it is done. So thank you for the support and just, yeah thank you.
Disclaimer: The only characters are the ones you don't recognize but the rest, Bosco/Faith/Charlie/Davis/Sully any of them, there not mine....so sad isn't it? But that is the truth, so don't sue because all you will get the process is a pain in the ass of a computer that will bite you in the boota in the end.
Shout Out:s Jewel-Thank you. I don't know how to thank you, always listening to me rant about my next storyline and if I should add this or take that out, thank you for being a true friend. Sarabeth-Thank you very much for reading this story and giving me all the support I needed. I can't thank you enough of the natural high you gave me for just being so kind, so thank you very much. Dem-Your always there, giving me ideas for those shipper stories (nudge) or just being there and helping me with my stories, so thank you as well. Debbie-How could I forget you, thank you for everything, you still are to kind to me, so I thank you very much. Kich/Thumper- you two are just too cute for words, don't ever change.
(Sorry that was a long list but I need to always get that out there)
So did I forget anything, do I need to add anything to tell you I don't own this and this is just coming out of my twisted mind? (Looks up what she wrote) nope...so onto the story. Hope you enjoy this and thank you all of you.
Without Further A Do....My story
Chapter 1-Old Stories/New Beginnings
A lone woman sits at a desk. Paperwork filed and scattered about the working area. Her eyes are the windows to her soul yet they still shade something that nobody knows unless they knew her back history. Most of the people that would are either still around or long gone from the Precinct taking the story with them. Her hair is pulled back in a determined bun to make sure it doesn't get in her eyesight as she concentrates on her paperwork but a couple white strains are lose and hanging as the other are pulled back next to her nice soft brown hair.
The pen that she had been writing with slackened in her hand and she began to play a beat. Nothing that was ever on a radio, just a small beat playing off in her own mind. She dropped the pen finally and arched back in the chair putting her hands over her head and stretching, trying to let her aching body rest from sitting in the straight chair for so long.
She was on normal times. It took her getting time to it not working the 3rd shift any longer. Not waking up during the middle of the day not being part of her family's lives cause she was out and about doing her job during the night, but they were proud she was working decent hours now. Only a part of her wish she was still on the third shift. She missed the old schedule. The schedule that never seemed to change no matter what had had happened during their watch.
Faith Yokas let out a long and drawn out yawn and then sank back into the chair that seemed to shape her body. She was about to pick up the lone pen again but something made her stop.
Her eyes drifted to one of the many drawers on her desk. Certain ones where bigger to hold things that where meant for it's capacity, but some of them where meant to hold small things. Like pictures.
Nobody knew. Faith knew that even her husband did not know of the small picture she carried every where she went. A reminder of a past she wished she was still living.
She knew not what it was but something told her to open that cabinet and take out that small picture. With a shaky hand she reached for the door and slid it open reaching with her left hand to grab the picture frame.
The light captured the glass just right and left the many different white and rainbow colors on Faith's face. She could see the reflection of her. But that is not what her mind and eyes were focused on. It was of her partner, the one she would smile and laugh about and even talked about on certain days out of know where, just needing and wanting to talk about him. The one she would cry about if her mind thought about him long enough, she would still cry for her loss.
Her thumb lightly went over the side of the picture. A small smile came to her lips. Sully had been right. When he had sat there with her and it only been a couple months after the accident, he had told her the pain would go numb after a while. But sometimes that numbness still not go fully away. It's like when you have a cast on and you have an itch but you can't get to it because of the damn cast. That is how it was to her, an itch she couldn't quite reach and scratch the living daylights out of.
Bosco was grinning in the picture. Faith couldn't remember where it was taken but all that mattered was it was of him. It defiantly must have been on one of his good days cause he was grinning like a little boy that had just got away with something. The small smirk on his face made her even smile even bigger.
She felt the sting of tears coming and she willed her self not to cry. It worked. She put the picture back down in the drawer and slammed it shut. Faith got out of her chair and walked to the closet and opened it up and put the coat over her Sgt. white shirt. The long over coat wrapped tightly around her body she let out a lone sigh. She would finish the rest of the paper work tomorrow, besides there would always be even more the next day.
Faith looked at the desk. Looking right at where the picture would be lying in the desk. She always took the picture home. It was so small enough it fit in every small pocket in everything she had with her. But she was going to try and leave it. So she looked away from her desk shut the light off and opened the door and shut it behind her. Yet as she walked away and down the stairs and said 'night' to a couple officers her mind kept throwing images of the desk and the picture. Faith kept on walking and walked outside and took a deep breath, of the cold air. She was about to descend down the stairs only she stopped and looked back at the blue doors that she had just came out of.
She shook her head trying to fight the urge to go back and get the picture yet as she took one step down the stairs she just couldn't fight it any longer. She abruptly turned around walked back in.
"Forget something Sgt.?" called one of the new Officers of the 55 Precinct.
"Yeah I did,....something important" She quickened her pace and not even having to turn on the lights she went to the drawer and opened it, all the stuff rushing to the front of the desk drawer. She picked up the picture stared at it for a second and then placed it where it belonged, in her coat pocket inside next to her heart. Faith than walked out shutting the door behind her, satisfied to go home and face her family.
(Prom 1988)
A girl sat on one of the stairs leading up to the gym with tears in her eyes. It was supposed to be her night yet it was one of the most miserable days of her youth.
Her boyfriend, her date to the prom had stopped dancing with her when one of the most popular girls had asked if he wanted to dance. The girl knew she was a bit of an outcast but she was still not a loser and she most defiantly didn't deserve this.
She sat there, not sure what to do. But she knew she couldn't go straight home cause her mother would know the dance wouldn't be over for hours. So she would wait until it was time and then come up with the most wonderful convincing story and how she felt like the Queen of the night.
Lauren Mathews was about to get up and begin the long walk home when a car engine could be heard roaring up. Her head shot up and she immediately recognized the car and who was driving it.
Maurice Boscorelli. The troubled teen nobody understood yet had this attraction to him. He had this look that made girls drop to the ground and pant like dogs. But to Lauren at that time he was the last person she wanted to see.
Hanging her head down low she began walking home, hoping on hope he hadn't seen her. That's until Lauren caught a quick glance of him coming up.
Hair cut short yet still had some length to it. Nice black suit with a white shirt and a nice black tie. If Lauren didn't know his personality or hadn't experienced first hand of his smooth talking she would want to know who he was and what kind of competition she was going up against to get after him.
When he came walking up she closed her mouth when she realized it was slightly hanging.
"Hey Lauren." He called out to her and she stopped. He was walking up to her for some odd reason. She didn't know what to say so she blurted out words that sounded good at the time.
"Where's your date....I mean I heard...wuz her name talking about it for what seems like forava."
"Where's yours?"
Lauren rolled her eyes. He could never answer her questions, she always had to answer his first.
"Mine....I dumped him."
Maurice smirked.
She caught the smirk and got a little angry tone about her. "What!"
"Nothing.....mine, we'll she freaked out about something. I kind of ignored her and decided to come anyways."
They both stood there in ackward silence. Maurice than looked at Lauren and for the first time he saw how she looked rather gorgeous in her prom dress. Her hair was pulled up into a nice design in the back, wearing a simple white dress and enough makeup to make her look like a goddess. He stopped looking when he got caught looking at her.
"What?" she asked.
Maurice looked away. "Nothing."
Lauren resisted the urge to jump into his arms as she looked at him again as he looked away.
"Well are you going to stand there or what?"
Maurice looked at her and than another small smirk played across his lips.
"You want to blow this joint?"
Lauren knew what would happen if she left with Maurice Boscorelli. He was a smooth talker and usually got his way with the ladies. But she didn't care. Kevin had hurt her, why care if this is how she was going to be treated in the end.
"Sure."
Maurice than nodded his head than ran to his car and came back, parking right in front of her. She was about to jump in but Maurice surprised her by opening the door from the drivers side and ran around the car and opened the door for her and then shut it as she got comfortable in the seat.
Lauren laughed as he got in.
"What?" Looking around as he said this.
"Well....this whole time I have always thought you didn't have a single generous manner in your bones Maurice."
As Maurice shifted into gear and reved the engine he glanced over,
"Please, it's Bosco."
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Lauren hadn't meant it to happen but it did. Bosco had some how had talked her into it without having to say a single word.
They had been sitting in the front seats of his car, setting on one of the Piers of New York City. All Lauren and Bosco had been doing was talking when they began to make out.
Then before she knew it they where in the back seat. Lauren knew what she was doing as she unbuttoned Bosco's white silky shirt and began to explore his muscular build of his upper body.
It happened. Both of them had sex and to Lauren it was the best thing at that point in time.
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"So how was it?"
Lauren walked into the apartment that her and her parents shared. She wasn't expecting to walk in and have her mother up so that is why she literally jumped at the sound of her mother's voice.
Her mother was sitting on the sofa with a proud and pleasing look on her face. Lauren rolled her eyes in the dark, her mother having no idea. She was not in the mood or maybe she wasn't ready to explain to the feeling she had felt being with Maurice Boscorelli. If her mother knew the rumors people said about him her mother would probably flip saying how she deserved better and so forth never letting her live it down. So Lauren mumbled some words about how it was so great and that she would tell her more tomorrow but she was to tired and wanted to get some rest.
Lauren's mother understood and watched her daughter leave the room. She was different. She could already notice right off the bat something was up. Being prom night she had a really good idea of what it could be, but being a mother she didn't want to push Lauren and sure as hell didn't want to jump to conclusions.
Hearing her mother go to bed, going into the room that her father was sleeping in, Lauren went into the bathroom doing her nightly ritual before she went to bed. Getting into bed she had a small smile on her face, thinking about the wonderful night she had. The person she least expected and never would have dreamed about giving her virginity to. Maurice Boscorelli.
TBC....
Author Note: I really wasn't going to do one of these stories ever again, I thought after "Memories" I was done but something kept nagging and this storyline wouldn't die. So after a long 4months this story was done and now, now I feel like this series or whatever you want to call it is done. So thank you for the support and just, yeah thank you.
Disclaimer: The only characters are the ones you don't recognize but the rest, Bosco/Faith/Charlie/Davis/Sully any of them, there not mine....so sad isn't it? But that is the truth, so don't sue because all you will get the process is a pain in the ass of a computer that will bite you in the boota in the end.
Shout Out:s Jewel-Thank you. I don't know how to thank you, always listening to me rant about my next storyline and if I should add this or take that out, thank you for being a true friend. Sarabeth-Thank you very much for reading this story and giving me all the support I needed. I can't thank you enough of the natural high you gave me for just being so kind, so thank you very much. Dem-Your always there, giving me ideas for those shipper stories (nudge) or just being there and helping me with my stories, so thank you as well. Debbie-How could I forget you, thank you for everything, you still are to kind to me, so I thank you very much. Kich/Thumper- you two are just too cute for words, don't ever change.
(Sorry that was a long list but I need to always get that out there)
So did I forget anything, do I need to add anything to tell you I don't own this and this is just coming out of my twisted mind? (Looks up what she wrote) nope...so onto the story. Hope you enjoy this and thank you all of you.
Without Further A Do....My story
Chapter 1-Old Stories/New Beginnings
A lone woman sits at a desk. Paperwork filed and scattered about the working area. Her eyes are the windows to her soul yet they still shade something that nobody knows unless they knew her back history. Most of the people that would are either still around or long gone from the Precinct taking the story with them. Her hair is pulled back in a determined bun to make sure it doesn't get in her eyesight as she concentrates on her paperwork but a couple white strains are lose and hanging as the other are pulled back next to her nice soft brown hair.
The pen that she had been writing with slackened in her hand and she began to play a beat. Nothing that was ever on a radio, just a small beat playing off in her own mind. She dropped the pen finally and arched back in the chair putting her hands over her head and stretching, trying to let her aching body rest from sitting in the straight chair for so long.
She was on normal times. It took her getting time to it not working the 3rd shift any longer. Not waking up during the middle of the day not being part of her family's lives cause she was out and about doing her job during the night, but they were proud she was working decent hours now. Only a part of her wish she was still on the third shift. She missed the old schedule. The schedule that never seemed to change no matter what had had happened during their watch.
Faith Yokas let out a long and drawn out yawn and then sank back into the chair that seemed to shape her body. She was about to pick up the lone pen again but something made her stop.
Her eyes drifted to one of the many drawers on her desk. Certain ones where bigger to hold things that where meant for it's capacity, but some of them where meant to hold small things. Like pictures.
Nobody knew. Faith knew that even her husband did not know of the small picture she carried every where she went. A reminder of a past she wished she was still living.
She knew not what it was but something told her to open that cabinet and take out that small picture. With a shaky hand she reached for the door and slid it open reaching with her left hand to grab the picture frame.
The light captured the glass just right and left the many different white and rainbow colors on Faith's face. She could see the reflection of her. But that is not what her mind and eyes were focused on. It was of her partner, the one she would smile and laugh about and even talked about on certain days out of know where, just needing and wanting to talk about him. The one she would cry about if her mind thought about him long enough, she would still cry for her loss.
Her thumb lightly went over the side of the picture. A small smile came to her lips. Sully had been right. When he had sat there with her and it only been a couple months after the accident, he had told her the pain would go numb after a while. But sometimes that numbness still not go fully away. It's like when you have a cast on and you have an itch but you can't get to it because of the damn cast. That is how it was to her, an itch she couldn't quite reach and scratch the living daylights out of.
Bosco was grinning in the picture. Faith couldn't remember where it was taken but all that mattered was it was of him. It defiantly must have been on one of his good days cause he was grinning like a little boy that had just got away with something. The small smirk on his face made her even smile even bigger.
She felt the sting of tears coming and she willed her self not to cry. It worked. She put the picture back down in the drawer and slammed it shut. Faith got out of her chair and walked to the closet and opened it up and put the coat over her Sgt. white shirt. The long over coat wrapped tightly around her body she let out a lone sigh. She would finish the rest of the paper work tomorrow, besides there would always be even more the next day.
Faith looked at the desk. Looking right at where the picture would be lying in the desk. She always took the picture home. It was so small enough it fit in every small pocket in everything she had with her. But she was going to try and leave it. So she looked away from her desk shut the light off and opened the door and shut it behind her. Yet as she walked away and down the stairs and said 'night' to a couple officers her mind kept throwing images of the desk and the picture. Faith kept on walking and walked outside and took a deep breath, of the cold air. She was about to descend down the stairs only she stopped and looked back at the blue doors that she had just came out of.
She shook her head trying to fight the urge to go back and get the picture yet as she took one step down the stairs she just couldn't fight it any longer. She abruptly turned around walked back in.
"Forget something Sgt.?" called one of the new Officers of the 55 Precinct.
"Yeah I did,....something important" She quickened her pace and not even having to turn on the lights she went to the drawer and opened it, all the stuff rushing to the front of the desk drawer. She picked up the picture stared at it for a second and then placed it where it belonged, in her coat pocket inside next to her heart. Faith than walked out shutting the door behind her, satisfied to go home and face her family.
(Prom 1988)
A girl sat on one of the stairs leading up to the gym with tears in her eyes. It was supposed to be her night yet it was one of the most miserable days of her youth.
Her boyfriend, her date to the prom had stopped dancing with her when one of the most popular girls had asked if he wanted to dance. The girl knew she was a bit of an outcast but she was still not a loser and she most defiantly didn't deserve this.
She sat there, not sure what to do. But she knew she couldn't go straight home cause her mother would know the dance wouldn't be over for hours. So she would wait until it was time and then come up with the most wonderful convincing story and how she felt like the Queen of the night.
Lauren Mathews was about to get up and begin the long walk home when a car engine could be heard roaring up. Her head shot up and she immediately recognized the car and who was driving it.
Maurice Boscorelli. The troubled teen nobody understood yet had this attraction to him. He had this look that made girls drop to the ground and pant like dogs. But to Lauren at that time he was the last person she wanted to see.
Hanging her head down low she began walking home, hoping on hope he hadn't seen her. That's until Lauren caught a quick glance of him coming up.
Hair cut short yet still had some length to it. Nice black suit with a white shirt and a nice black tie. If Lauren didn't know his personality or hadn't experienced first hand of his smooth talking she would want to know who he was and what kind of competition she was going up against to get after him.
When he came walking up she closed her mouth when she realized it was slightly hanging.
"Hey Lauren." He called out to her and she stopped. He was walking up to her for some odd reason. She didn't know what to say so she blurted out words that sounded good at the time.
"Where's your date....I mean I heard...wuz her name talking about it for what seems like forava."
"Where's yours?"
Lauren rolled her eyes. He could never answer her questions, she always had to answer his first.
"Mine....I dumped him."
Maurice smirked.
She caught the smirk and got a little angry tone about her. "What!"
"Nothing.....mine, we'll she freaked out about something. I kind of ignored her and decided to come anyways."
They both stood there in ackward silence. Maurice than looked at Lauren and for the first time he saw how she looked rather gorgeous in her prom dress. Her hair was pulled up into a nice design in the back, wearing a simple white dress and enough makeup to make her look like a goddess. He stopped looking when he got caught looking at her.
"What?" she asked.
Maurice looked away. "Nothing."
Lauren resisted the urge to jump into his arms as she looked at him again as he looked away.
"Well are you going to stand there or what?"
Maurice looked at her and than another small smirk played across his lips.
"You want to blow this joint?"
Lauren knew what would happen if she left with Maurice Boscorelli. He was a smooth talker and usually got his way with the ladies. But she didn't care. Kevin had hurt her, why care if this is how she was going to be treated in the end.
"Sure."
Maurice than nodded his head than ran to his car and came back, parking right in front of her. She was about to jump in but Maurice surprised her by opening the door from the drivers side and ran around the car and opened the door for her and then shut it as she got comfortable in the seat.
Lauren laughed as he got in.
"What?" Looking around as he said this.
"Well....this whole time I have always thought you didn't have a single generous manner in your bones Maurice."
As Maurice shifted into gear and reved the engine he glanced over,
"Please, it's Bosco."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Lauren hadn't meant it to happen but it did. Bosco had some how had talked her into it without having to say a single word.
They had been sitting in the front seats of his car, setting on one of the Piers of New York City. All Lauren and Bosco had been doing was talking when they began to make out.
Then before she knew it they where in the back seat. Lauren knew what she was doing as she unbuttoned Bosco's white silky shirt and began to explore his muscular build of his upper body.
It happened. Both of them had sex and to Lauren it was the best thing at that point in time.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"So how was it?"
Lauren walked into the apartment that her and her parents shared. She wasn't expecting to walk in and have her mother up so that is why she literally jumped at the sound of her mother's voice.
Her mother was sitting on the sofa with a proud and pleasing look on her face. Lauren rolled her eyes in the dark, her mother having no idea. She was not in the mood or maybe she wasn't ready to explain to the feeling she had felt being with Maurice Boscorelli. If her mother knew the rumors people said about him her mother would probably flip saying how she deserved better and so forth never letting her live it down. So Lauren mumbled some words about how it was so great and that she would tell her more tomorrow but she was to tired and wanted to get some rest.
Lauren's mother understood and watched her daughter leave the room. She was different. She could already notice right off the bat something was up. Being prom night she had a really good idea of what it could be, but being a mother she didn't want to push Lauren and sure as hell didn't want to jump to conclusions.
Hearing her mother go to bed, going into the room that her father was sleeping in, Lauren went into the bathroom doing her nightly ritual before she went to bed. Getting into bed she had a small smile on her face, thinking about the wonderful night she had. The person she least expected and never would have dreamed about giving her virginity to. Maurice Boscorelli.
TBC....