TITLE: Judas Kiss

CHAPTER ONE: Deception

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"Why don't you just quit your job and stay home with the kids? I can get another job and make the money for us. That's what a man is supposed to do."

Faith was sitting at the dining room table looking through the bills. Her cheeks were red because she was getting angry at what Fred was spatting about. He was standing behind the counter in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand and a newspaper in the other. This was becoming a weekly occurrence that he wanted her to quit her job. It was becoming a bit redundant. Faith let out a sigh and stood up then faced her husband.

"Fred, you're not gonna find another job that brings in 45 grand a year. And I'm not quitting my job." She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Snapple from the refrigerator. "I told you that I wasn't the stay at home wife type. You knew that I wanted to be a cop when we met."

"What about the kids?" Fred asked and looked at her face. "You don't know them. You see them maybe for an hour on weekdays before they go to school! Then on Saturdays a couple hours before YOU go to work! Then you're gone through the most important hours of their life!" By the end of his sentence he was yelling.

Faith looked at her husband and let out another annoyed sigh. "If I could switch to days I would! Do you want me to go back to working midnights?!"

"No! I want you to QUIT!" He screamed.

She shook her head and put the bottle down. "I'm not having this talk with you anymore. This is ridiculous." She looked at his face. "What do you want from me? That job that you hate so much pays the bills! No second job that you get is going to pay all of our bills! Then where are we gonna live?! Your parents house?! No Fred! No!"

"I can find a nicer job! I don't have to keep the delivery job!"

"Who's gonna hire you Fred?! You're not trained for anything that brings in more than 70 grand a year! You dropped out of school when you were 17! You don't have a diploma! You don't have a degree in anything!"

"I could go back to school Faith! There's always a way!"

"Oh yeah, go back to school Fred! Then I will be the only one working! That's smart." She shook her head.

"Why don't you just believe in me?! I'm your husband!"

"Because this is real life Fred! We don't live in some fairy land! We live in the real world! We live in New York and we can barely make rent some months!"

"Miracles can happen Faith! You're so wrapped up in your own tragedies at work that you don't have a belief system anymore! Now you're bitter about that bum of a partner of yours! You spend more time with him then you're own family and it's changed you! You don't even spend time with your kids when you have the time! You don't know anything about them!"

She stared at him and slowly shook her head. "I need to get out of here." She said softly and grabbed her coat and purse. Fred put his head down as his wife left and slammed the door behind her.

Emily came out of her bedroom and looked at the door then over at her father. "Where'd mom go?"

He cleared his throat and stood up straight. "Work."

The young teenager looked down at the watch on her wrist. "But it's only 12. She doesn't have to be at work until three." She looked at her father and could tell that they had been fighting. Fred's face was red and his nostrils were flared. "Oh." She said softly and turned around and walked back into her bedroom.

Faith was walking down the street and looked up at the sky. It seemed like it was going to start raining. She forgot her umbrella and her coat didn't have a hood on it. She let out a sigh and hugged the collar of her jacket because it was cold. Her destination wasn't too far so she kicked up her speed so she didn't get a drop of rain on herself.

The key entered the lock and Faith pushed the door open. She looked around the apartment and closed the door behind her. Faith shivered a little because it was warm inside the apartment. She removed her coat and tossed her keys and purse on the couch. Her shoes came off next and she walked over to the kitchen and looked over at the coffee pot. It had just made some fresh coffee and she grabbed a mug and poured herself a cup and added some creamer and sugar. Faith cleared her throat and walked down the hallway to the empty bedroom. The bed wasn't made and some odd clothes were thrown around the floor. She heard the shower on in the bathroom and the door was shut. She put her mug down on the dresser and began picking up the miscellaneous clothes, smelling them and either putting them in the dirty clothes hamper or hanging them in the closet.

The shower turned off and Faith looked toward the bathroom door. She ripped the black comforter off the bed and tossed it on the floor then stripped the bed of the sheets. She knew that they hadn't been changed in a while so she went to the hall closet and grabbed the burgundy sheets that she had bought a couple weeks before. Faith took them out of their packaging and put them on the queen size bed. The door opened to the bathroom and Faith looked over and grinned.

"Son of a bitch you scared me."

"Sorry, I was gonna call but was like two minutes away."

"Faith, don't make my bed. You're not my mother."

"Well I would but you never do and it drives me crazy." She put the comforter back on the bed and let out a sigh. "I'm surprised you're awake at this hour."

"I told you I was going to work out with Davis."

"Oh OK that explains why your clothes stunk like sweat." Faith sat down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. "Bos," she said softly and he looked over at her as he grabbed a pair of socks. "Fred and I got into a fight this morning."

He stopped what he was doing and looked over at her in surprise. "About what?" He asked and sat down next to her. "Does he know about us?"

"I don't think so." She laid back on the bed and rubbed her forehead. "He wants me to quit my job and stay home with the kids." He snorted and stood up and grabbed some boxer briefs. "The thing that is weird is that before when we used to fight he never wanted me to completely stop working. And today he was saying that he wants me to stay home with the kids and be a stay at home mom. I mean... does that sound like he knows or am I just being paranoid?"

"Sounds like typical Fred." He said and put a black wife beater on and looked at her face. "So why did you leave?"

"He kept saying I don't know our kids..." She sat up and rubbed her thighs and shook her head. "I may not spend time with them as much as the typical working mom does but I pay for everything around the house. Their Cd's, DVDs, food, hot water, electricity!" She looked up at his face. "And how is he gonna make what I make with a second job?"

Bosco shrugged and buckled his belt then stood in front of her and grabbed her hands. Faith stood up and looked at his face. "Don't think about that anymore. You're with me now." He leaned in and kissed her lips and slipped his hand behind her neck. "You wanna go get some lunch?" He asked when they separated.

"No, I'm not really hungry." She looked down at the floor. "Go ahead and get some food. I'm gonna take a walk or something."

"No. I wanna spend some time with you. If you don't want to go out we can stay in." He kissed her lips again. "I'll make you my famous eggs, bacon and hash browns."

"Ok." She smiled and grabbed her coffee then followed him to the kitchen. Faith sipped on her drink and watched Bosco as he started preparing the meal. A smile came across her face as she sat on the counter. She loved watching his face when he cooked because he was so serious about it. She had never know it before but he had a real passion for cooking.

"So I had a question. I forgot to ask you last night."

"What's up?"

He cracked open his first egg. "When are we gonna be together?"

"What are you talking about? We're together right now." She chuckled a little and sipped her coffee more.

"No... I mean really together." He said and looked at her face. She could tell he was totally serious. "Faith, we've been doing this for almost a year." He looked over at his calendar that was nailed to the wall. "Next week it will be a year. And you've been saying how you're gonna leave him or gonna tell him and nothings happened."

Faith slowly brought the mug away from her face and set it on the counter. "Bos... it's complicated." He snorted and put the hash browns in the skillet then sprinkled pepper and salt on them. "I'm serious! It's complicated! If we didn't have the kids maybe it would be a little easier. But we do and I have to work up enough money and seniority so when I do decide to leave Fred and the custody battle comes I can get them no problem... I can't live without my kids though Bosco."

"Senority huh?" He shook his head. "So you're not planning on telling him anytime soon?" He chuckled in annoyance and went back to cooking. "Sorry I asked."

She hopped down off the counter and stood behind him. Faith wrapped her arms around his waist and put her head on his back. "You know that I want to be with you but this is harder then I thought it was gonna be. I didn't know we were gonna fall in love."

Bosco turned around and put his arms around her neck. "So what'd you think you were just gonna sleep with me and that would be it?" He softly kissed her lips. Faith nodded with a smile when they separated. "I told you Yokas, women love me."

"Hey!" She smacked his butt and kissed him again. "I can't loose my kids Bos. And I have to work extra hard because if Fred finds out about the affair he can use it against me."

"I understand now." He cleared his throat and finished cracking open the rest of the eggs. "So speaking of next week being our year anniversary, I want you and I here all day together. No interruptions. No clothes. No nothing." He looked over his shoulder at her and smiled.

"I don't know about the whole day but I could probably slip out after Fred goes to work." She grinned. "Plus we have work that day."

"We can call out."

"Oh you don't think the boss is gonna think something weird is going on when the both of us call out. We're partners Bosco. They're gonna know something." She looked at him, shaking her head.

"Not if they think we caught the same bug. We'll figure it out and it will be believable." He kissed her forehead.

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"Mmm... you should call Fred tonight and tell him you're working a double so you can spend the night with me. You haven't stayed the night in so long."

Faith grinned a little as she pulled back from the intimate kiss that she shared with her lover. Bosco was sitting on his couch in his uniform with his hands on his partner's hips. Faith also had her short sleeved uniform on as she straddled his lap and her hands were on his face. It was kind of a ritual that they had done since the affair had begun. In the beginning when they took their meal break they would have sex the whole time and maybe get food afterward. Now that their relationship was more serious, they would get dinner then come back if there was enough time left in their meal hour and enjoy each others company like they were doing this time.

"I can't tonight." She said and ran her fingers through her blonde hair. She had taken it out of the ponytail when they arrived at the apartment.

"Why not?" He asked in a disappointment voice.

"Because I'm afraid that Fred will call the house for some reason and ask for me and find out that I lied to him." She looked down at her nails then at his face. His eyebrow was raised. "Don't look at me like that. It's happened before; he called the house looking for me."

"Was this before or after you guys got cell phones?" He asked and rubbed her bare arms. "Call and tell him if he needs you to call your cell phone."

She let out a sigh and looked at his face with a small smile. "Fine," she kissed his lips, "but this is only because I love you." She put her hands on his shoulders and stood up. "We have to get back out there." She grabbed her radio from the coffee table and attached it to her shirt and utility belt.

"We should get a movie or something before we come back here." Bosco said as he followed her out of the apartment.

"55-David to Central, 10-98." She said into her radio as she climbed into the driver's seat of the RMP. "Sounds like a good idea. How about Casablanca?"

"How about an action movie?" He buckled up and laid his head on the back of the seat.

"That sounds so romantic." She shook her head and stopped at a red light then looked around the intersection.

"55 David respond to a 10-25 at 109th Street and Lexington apartment 12B."

Bosco grunted and sat up in his seat. "55-David responding to 10-25. 109th Street and Lexington, apartment 12B. 10-4." He said in his radio and turned on the lights.

"Great, a child abuse call." Faith said as she pressed harder on the gas petal. She looked over at her partner and he was rubbing the back of his neck. "What is wrong with your neck? You've been rubbing it since yesterday."

"I must've slept on it wrong or something." He looked over at her then grabbed the door handle when she took a corner quickly. "Gawd it kills."

"Why don't you cry about it?" She chuckled and looked over at him with a smile.

"Shut up." He chuckled too and shook his head.

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To Be Continued...