"Faith baby! How ya doin'? Love your work? That's good." Bosco said,
strutting in 2 minutes before roll call. "Boscorelli, you really are
dancing on razor blades." Davis said, lacing up his shoes. "And what the
hell does that mean?" Bosco said, as he opened his locker. Davis shrugged
and went to find Sully. "So, Boz, how was your night?" Faith asked, noting
the bags under her partner's eyes. Bosco grinned and said, "Busy." Faith
looked closely at him and said, "Don't lie to me, partner-you had a date
with a nice, dusty Jack Daniel's bottle and the Divinyls CD." Faith said,
putting her hands on her hips as she waited for Bosco to finish getting
ready. "Hell no! What do you take me for? It was strictly a Slipknot CD. No
friggin' Divinyls." Faith rolled her eyes and went to sit down in roll
call as Bosco followed her. An officer Bosco and Faith recognized from the
academy leaned over Davis and said, "Hey Bosco- long night last night?"
Bosco wiggled his eyebrows and slapped the officer's hand. Faith rolled her
eyes at Sully and mock-whispered "Jack Daniel's..." and Davis busted out
laughing, which he disguised as a cough from Bosco's glare. "Listen up,
guys." Sgt. Christopher yelled. "We got a series of murders on our hands-
brutal slashing to women above the age of thirty." "That puts Boscorelli
in danger." One of the officers whispered. Bosco glared and said, "Hey
buddy, you wanna piece of me? Well, c'mon then partner! Show me what you
got, bitc-" "OFFICER BOSCORELLI! SEE ME AFTER!!!" Sgt. Christopher
hollered. "Damn." Bosco muttered. Faith chuckled and rolled her eyes at her
stubborn partner. Aww, you know you love him, Yokas. Faith jumped and
looked around. "Who said that?" She yelped. Bosco looked at her. "Said
what?" You dumb-ass! "Shut the hell up, buddy!" Faith said. "What the
fuck?!?" Bosco said, "I've said worse stuff to you! It that time of the
month already? 'Cuz according to my calendar…" Faith rolled her eyes and
stood up as roll call came to an end. Sgt. Christopher looked at Faith and
said, "Yokas- after I have a word with your partner, I'm going to need to
talk to you. Now, cmon, Boscorelli. Time to face the music." Bosco groaned
as he followed Sgt. Christopher into his office. Look at that man! Shakin'
his ass like it ain't no thing! Faith sat down and banged her head against
the wall next to her. Bosco walked out with a red face and nodded at the
door. Faith got up and brushed past him into the Sgt.'s office. Christopher
looked up and said, "Officer Yokas." She nodded and stood at attention. "As
you have heard-if you were listening- there have been a series of murders
around the precinct. These women- Caucasian white females about 30 or
above- have been brutally slaughtered." "And…?" She asked. "And", the
sergeant continued, "You might be next."
Faith stared at him with wide eyes, then asked slowly, "Why would you think that?" Christopher leaned back in his chair and said, "Well, you certainly fit the criteria." Faith gulped, then said, "Well, what do you propose that I do?" "Just watch you back, Yokas. Now get outta my office." He said, jerking a thumb towards the door. She sighed and walked to the passenger side of the squad car and tentatively opened the door, climbing in. Bosco stared at her. After about 2 minutes of staring, she turned to him and said, "What? Did you forget how to drive?!" "What with you, huh? With the, 'shut the hell up, buddy!' and such", Bosco said. Faith just stared at him. "I'm not moving until you tell me what's wrong. Faith sighed. "They think I might be the next murder victim, ok? Now get moving. We aren't paid just to sit around. Damn, we're hardly paid." Bosco just stared at her. Faith stared back. "Move!" she said. He sighed and put the car into drive. As they were slowly cruising down the street, he sighed and looked over at her. "This is serious shit, Faith." He said. "You know that I'm only gonna be the sensitive guy this once, but please, watch yourself. Don't let this guy get near you or psyche you out, and god damn, don't let him kill you." Faith smiled a little. "Hey." Bosco said, putting his hand under her chin and raising it slightly, so he was looking into her eyes, "You know that I would never, ever let anything happen to you, right?" Faith's small smile turned into a wide grin and she said, "I know, Boz. Thanks." Bosco smiled, then looked out at the street and asked, "Hey, do we even know what this guy looks like?" Faith smiled and pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of the hood of Bosco's jacket. "How the hell…" Bosco started to say. His partner laughed, and said "When you guys were fighting, Chris handed out these paper…I put mine in safe keeping" she said, winking. He laughed as he watched her smooth out the picture. The guy was actually pretty handsome, with tousled hair that was jet black, so black it was almost blue. His eyes were piercing and blue, but they were so filled with insanity and hatred for the photographer. Bosco shook his head and asked, "How did they get this picture and not know who this guy is?" "Says here that the first woman he killed was a photographer. She took a picture of him, probably seconds before he killed her." Faith said. Bosco shuddered. "Well, one thing is for sure. He wants me, he's gonna have to fight for me."
Faith stared at him with wide eyes, then asked slowly, "Why would you think that?" Christopher leaned back in his chair and said, "Well, you certainly fit the criteria." Faith gulped, then said, "Well, what do you propose that I do?" "Just watch you back, Yokas. Now get outta my office." He said, jerking a thumb towards the door. She sighed and walked to the passenger side of the squad car and tentatively opened the door, climbing in. Bosco stared at her. After about 2 minutes of staring, she turned to him and said, "What? Did you forget how to drive?!" "What with you, huh? With the, 'shut the hell up, buddy!' and such", Bosco said. Faith just stared at him. "I'm not moving until you tell me what's wrong. Faith sighed. "They think I might be the next murder victim, ok? Now get moving. We aren't paid just to sit around. Damn, we're hardly paid." Bosco just stared at her. Faith stared back. "Move!" she said. He sighed and put the car into drive. As they were slowly cruising down the street, he sighed and looked over at her. "This is serious shit, Faith." He said. "You know that I'm only gonna be the sensitive guy this once, but please, watch yourself. Don't let this guy get near you or psyche you out, and god damn, don't let him kill you." Faith smiled a little. "Hey." Bosco said, putting his hand under her chin and raising it slightly, so he was looking into her eyes, "You know that I would never, ever let anything happen to you, right?" Faith's small smile turned into a wide grin and she said, "I know, Boz. Thanks." Bosco smiled, then looked out at the street and asked, "Hey, do we even know what this guy looks like?" Faith smiled and pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of the hood of Bosco's jacket. "How the hell…" Bosco started to say. His partner laughed, and said "When you guys were fighting, Chris handed out these paper…I put mine in safe keeping" she said, winking. He laughed as he watched her smooth out the picture. The guy was actually pretty handsome, with tousled hair that was jet black, so black it was almost blue. His eyes were piercing and blue, but they were so filled with insanity and hatred for the photographer. Bosco shook his head and asked, "How did they get this picture and not know who this guy is?" "Says here that the first woman he killed was a photographer. She took a picture of him, probably seconds before he killed her." Faith said. Bosco shuddered. "Well, one thing is for sure. He wants me, he's gonna have to fight for me."
