Authors Note: Getting back on the job after an injury is hard. But getting back on after your best friend doubts you is harder. With the help of a new police officer, Bosco finds himself learning to readjust. And falling for this cop in the process.�First person as Bosco unless indicated. Please read and review!

Disclaimer: I only own my made-up character, Officer Mia Lombardi. Everything else belongs to John Wells and all of those people.

'No! To hell with you!'�I�yelled to her. How could�my best friend, the woman whose life I'd saved, do this to me? It was unreal.�I couldn't remember a time�I'd been so angry.�I awoke with a jolt, the argument reappearing in�my dreams again. They'd been coming more often now that�I was getting ready to go back to work. It was going to be weird, not working with Faith anymore. I'd worked with her since we started, with the exception of training and the few times we split up. I hope I won't end up with some new cop fresh outta the academy. My alarm went off before my thoughts could take me away some more. Sighing, I got up and shut off my alarm� before heading for the bathroom.

"Bosco, good to have you back," Swersky smiled to me, standing up. "Let's get you to the locker room to see everyone," he added, heading in that direction. Everything, so familiar to me. It felt weird still. Lieu opened up the door and walked in. "Look who's back," he announced, stepping out of the way.

I stepped in and was immediately bombarded by everyone. It was nice to see everyone again. I was engulfed with hugs and numerous welcomes. My eyes drifted to where a petite brunette stood, her bright�green eyes drifting from the scene to her locker, where she was rummaging around. She was definitely not someone I'd peg to be a cop.

"Lombardi, come here," Lieu called, waving the brunette over. She walked over, pulling her NYPD turtleneck uniform shirt on over her black tank top and vest. "Maurice Boscorelli, Mia Lombardi. She's your new partner," Lieu introduced us.

"Nice to meet you," Mia smiled, extending her hand.

I took it in my own, shaking it and accepting to soft hand that was quite warm to touch. "Nice to meet you to," I replied. "Just, uh, call me Bosco," I added. Smooth. Real smooth. I could almost roll my eyes at that.

"Mia's fine," she replied with a slight laugh, letting go. She turned and headed back to her locker, and I caught sight of her ass. It was a pretty nice ass, if I did say so myself. Shaking my head, I went over to my own locker, getting ready for the shift.

"So, uh, you married?" I asked, breaking the silence in the car. It was awkward. She was nice and all, but being partners for the first time. Well, that, and I kinda wanted to bang her for half the shift.

"Hm?" she questioned, glancing over at me. "Oh, no. You?"

"Nah," I answered. One thing I've learned about her.

"5-5 David, respond to a domestic at 473 Lex, apartment 3B," the radio crackled, making me silently thrilled. First call of the shift, and breaking the awkwardness at the same time. I was so happy, I forgot to answer the radio. Oops.

"10-4, 5-5 David responding," Mia answered the call, turning a corner.

"Sir, come outside with me," I grumbled. This couple had really gotten into it alright. Wife had a nice shiner to prove it. Sometimes I really hated my job. Having to be respectful to scum like this guy until I got the chance to just arrest him for whatever he did.

The jagoff groaned and followed me outside. I could hear Mia persuading the woman to press charges as I walked out.

She came out a few moments later, motioning me over to the side. "What?" I asked, eyeing the husband behind her.

"Wife's pressing charges," she informed me. She shoved her hands in the pockets of her jacket and waited for my response.

"Good. Jagoff deserves it," I scoffed, turning to handcuff this guy. His cries of innocence continued as I put him in the car, closing the door quickly.

"Gotta love the job," she sighed, getting in.

"Yea," I agreed, getting in and pulling away.