Title: What Else Needs Be Said?
Author: Demelza
Written: 31 July-1 August 2002 (before, during and after midnight)
Category: Bosco and Faith shipperness all the way baby, yeah!!
Disclaimer: Bosco and Faith, and everything Third Watch related unfortunately DO NOT belong to me. They belong to John Wells, NBC, WB and co. If I owned them, you'd know about it ;) (shipperness between Boz and Faith ALL the time!)
Rating and Content Warning: Rated R for nudity and adult themes/language
Summary: That would be telling ;)
Author's Notes: When I can think of some, you'll be the first ones to hear about it.
Dedication: For Angie, Bee and CCA...thought you guys would like this one ;)

Faith ran into the locker room just as Sully and Davis were getting ready to leave. "Damn it, I'm late!" She shouted, getting looks from both officers. "Is Boz in yet?"

"Just jumped in the shower when you came in," Davis replied, motioning with his thumb to the back of the locker room, where the three showers were before instantly holding his nose. "Pee-ew, Yokas, you stink!"

"I know," Faith told him, glancing down at her mud and...mud drenched clothes and boots. "Apparently some sewer drains bust under Central Park, I had to drop the kids off at a sitter, so I didn't have time to take a shower before work."

"Yeah, well if you want one, you'll have to wait...only one shower is working," Sully told her, dread on his face.

"What!?" She exclaimed, sighing. "Damnit to hell! Bosco takes half a damn hour!" She cursed aloud, instantly shaking her head in frustration.

"We know," Both officers replied, a grin stretched across Davis' face. "I'd make him hurry, Christopher's in one of those moods today."

Faith sighed, "Isn't he always?" She asked. They both gave her a knowing look, then left. She let out a long breath, before heading over to her locker and removing her uniform. 'He better be finished,' she thought in a warning tone, not wanting to wait a single moment in her soiled clothes.

Letting out another breath as she shut her locker, Faith walked through to the back room off the locker room and was instantly greeted with the sound of water running and a humming. She knew the tune off the bat, and rolled her eyes. Ever since the night before and they had sung along to 'Papa Don't Preach' when it was playing on the radio, it was all he ever hummed, or whistled...or sung. Pressing the memory aside, she let out a groan, pulling the clothes away from her in disgust as she tried not to breathe in. "You gonna be long in there?" She asked, her voice anything but happy.

"I'll be out in ten!" Bosco shouted back at her.

"Yeah, well I doubt Christopher will be happy with that...he's in one of his moods again. Just hurry up would ya!"

"I'm in the middle of washing myself, Faith!" He shouted back, the pitch in his voice high.

Faith rolled her eyes, setting her jaw. "And I NEED a shower damnit, Boz."

No reply, but soon Bosco's head appeared as he poked around the side of the concrete block dividing the shower from the rest of the room. He looked her up and down first, then shook his head. "I'm only gonna be ten minutes, I swear!" He told her, going back into the shower.

Faith let out an angered sigh this time. 'No way in HELL am I gonna wait ten damn minutes for him!' she thought as she simultaneously pulled the cardigan and t-shirt she wore off over her head. She dropped the items to the floor, before one handedly removing the disgustingly filthy boots and socks from her feet. Only seconds later she had her belt unbuckled and had just pulled down the zipper when Bosco's head came around the corner again.

Shock strewn across his face, he shook his head at her. "No, you...what are you doing, Faith!?" He demanded, swallowing hard as she slipped the jeans she wore off her hips and stepped out of them.

"I'm not staying in these clothes a moment longer," she simply told him, leaving her bra and knickers on as she walked around the block and stepped into the shower with him, Bosco defensively stepping backwards, covering his...private bits, with both hands, staring back at her. "Relax Bosco, I'm not going to take a look at Pee-wee, I just wanna wash this grime off me."

"Grime?" Bosco asked back, scrunching up his nose at the smell she brought in with her. "You mean...shit..."

Faith glared back at him, slapping him in the shoulder. She looked back at him for a moment, as if in waiting. "You can wash yourself, buster, you're not six years old any more," she told him in her motherly tone, winking.

"What!?" He exclaimed, his face burning red, making her chuckle. But soon his mouth dropped as she shook her head and effortlessly reached her arms behind her back and unhooked her bra. "Faith!" He shouted, turning around instantly.

Faith grinned, smiling widely at seeing his ears burning red with embarrassment. She hung the bra up on the hook on the wall of the shower, away from the water, then turned back to him. "Oh please, like you've never seen a woman topless before," she teased him.

"You're not just ANY woman, Faith," he replied, his nervousness showing.

"I'm not?" She asked, a little curious, grin still wide across her face.

"Sure," he began replying, when she reached past him for the soap. "But, you're...my friend, partner...and you're...a married woman, a mother...it's just..."

Faith's grin changed and she bit her upper lip, trying not to laugh. But, she moved closer to him so that there was only a mere inch or two between them. "You've seen me without a top on before, Boz," she told him, still unable to stop grinning.

"This is different," he replied, that pitch in his voice again.

"How?" She asked, rubbing the soap over her arms and chest as she waited for a reply.

"I'm stark naked, that's why...and that...it just ain't right..."

Faith ignored what he said and gently moved him aside as she reached for the shampoo bottle in front of him. It was some fancy green shampoo he loved, she realized, smiling. She flicked up the tab on the lid, and turned around so that she was facing Bosco. She watched gleefully as he blushed, swallowing hard. Nervous, she mused. "You washed your hair yet?"

"Ah...I...that's...no..." he stammered as Faith squirted a small amount of the green liquid into her hands and then shoved the bottle against his chest. He reached up one of his hands to grab it from her, while she stepped forward and began massaging the shampoo into his hair.

To Bosco's surprise, her touch was amazingly gentle, so relaxing, he thought.

"Okay, step forward," Faith interrupted his thoughts after a couple of minutes, and he did. She just as gently rinsed the shampoo from his hair, before standing back, as if admiring her latest piece of art work. "You're all set," she smiled at him, still so surprised by this overly bashful Maurice Boscorelli. 'Not that I'm complaining,' she thought in her mind.

"I ah, thanks," he blushed again, smiling faintly.

"You're welcome," she replied, taking the bottle back from him and putting it back behind her on the small shelf she got it from. She turned back to him, when she realized by the position of his arms that his hands were at his sides now. That woman instinct settling in, she couldn't help but want to lower her eyes to...well...you know. But, she didn't, instead she found herself standing there, trying like hell to force herself to stop from adverting her eyes anywhere but from his eyes. "I ah..."

The words had barely left her mouth when Bosco's lips met hers and she found herself winding her arms around his neck as a passionate kiss grew between them. His body firmly pressed against hers, she could feel his heart beating against her breasts, and then suddenly, he had her against the wall, the kiss between them growing deeper and deeper with every second that passed.

But no sooner had the passion between them begun, than they heard the sound of someone clearing their voice behind them and their lips instantly parted.

"Oh God," Faith uttered, looking over Bosco's shoulder, not wanting him to move as she tried to cover herself from Sergeant Christopher's view. A bemused look on the Sergeant's face at catching the two of them in the act.