"Come on, Bosco, you're going to be late again!" Faith sighed exasperatedly. "Our first day back together on the job and you're going to get us trouble."
"Lay, off, will ya? Geez!" Bosco hurriedly put his uniform shirt on. "You're not my mom, ya know!"
"I knew there was a God." Faith said dryly. Then she chuckled. "Thank you Lord, that Bosco's not my son!"
Bosco rolled his eyes. "Real funny, Yokas. Just don't you forget that we are partners, sweetheart." he said with a smirk.
"Exactly!" Faith yelled, startling the smirk off of Bosco's face. "Now get in there before roll call!"
"Alright, alright." Bosco rose from tying his shoes and hurried after Faith.
After roll was called the Lieutenant announced some changes to the schedules. "Yokas, you and Boscorelli, as you know, have been reassigned to 55 David. Your regular patrol starts today. Sgt. Cruz, you have done a great job finding the vics of those dealers and you deserve a break, so you and the partner you requested will be starting desk duty today. Officer Thomas has just been accepted into the force. You and he will be riding a desk for a while."
"What! No way!" Cruz exclaimed.
"What's the matter Sergeant? Afraid all the bad guys will get away if Cruz ain't there to save the day?" Bosco said scoffing. Laughter followed. Even Faith had to smile. Cruz looked at Bosco and her perpetual frown twisted into a hateful grimace.
One look at Cruz's face and the Lieutenant wiped the smile off his face. "Bosco…" he said.
Bosco looked up innocently. "Yeah, Lieu?"
The Lieutenant rolled his eyes. The guy is impossible, he thought. "All right, now. Cruz, I expect to see you at the desk today. You, too, Thomas. Everyone else, your shifts start now."
Faith slowly rose. "Bosco, I swear, one of these days you're going to really tick her off and there'll be hell to pay."
"So what? What do you think she's going to do, shoot me? Get real, Yokas." Bosco laughed. "Maybe I'll tick her off and you'll have to protect me. Then you guys can have a wrestling match. Maybe even a fistfight. And I get to watch."
Faith tried to gasp in shock but the mental image was too funny. "Bosco, you're a pig, you know that?" she laughed, slapping him on the arm.
"Hey, save it for Cruz!" he yelped.
"There's plenty left. C'mon now, let's go before the lieu yells at us."
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"Not a damn thing. We didn't do a damn thing today. Drove around like morons. The only good call of the day comes in we were writing up a little parking ticket. This is New York City, for God's sake! Where is all the action?" Bosco stormed as he put on his street clothes.
"Bosco, forget about it. For one day in the damn year we are not stormed with calls. You should be happy." Faith sighed. If she had to put up with one more Bosco mood…
"Happy? If I wanted some time off I would have stayed home watching a ball game or something. My idea of a day off is not sitting in a police car for hours." Bosco grumbled.
Faith tried to change the subject. "I wonder how Cruz is doing riding a desk." She grinned. She didn't like Cruz, didn't trust her. "I like it better when she's at the station because she's not exactly who I'd want backing me up if something went down. She's too volatile."
"Tell me about it." Bosco grimaced. "You know what, I'm going to go find her and give her a little grief." He grinned as Faith groaned.
"Bosco…" He was gone. Faith sighed again. What a kid…she though.
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Bosco smirked as he made his way to the office where Cruz was working. He liked giving Cruz trouble when he knew there was nothing she could do about it. He was about to open the door when he heard Cruz's voice raised in anger. Bosco figured she must be on the phone since he didn't hear anyone else in the room. He couldn't help but overhear the next words.
"Now I'm on damn desk duty! I told you we were going too fast, getting too many to say that they were attacked. Sure, I had a lot of guys put away, but now what am I doing? Riding a damn desk! As a reward, no less." Cruz spat. "What's that? Get over it? Who the hell are you to tell me that? You are working for me. I do the thinking, and you do the footwork. Do you think it's easy to get a dealer convicted for an assault that never happened? Yeah? I didn't think so. Look, we need to be putting these guys away. They would never get convicted if it wasn't for me…ok, ok, for us. You know what the hell I meant."
Bosco turned away slowly. He wasn't quite sure what that one-sided conversation had meant, but it had sounded illegal. He remembered when Cruz had threatened to plant drugs on that guy, but he didn't think she would actually have someone lie to lock a dealer in jail. He shook his head. Dealers deserved to be in jail anyway. He walked away.