Bosco stared out the window of the RMP, gently tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited for Faith. It was the 20th of June. Only ten more days till he was free of her and transferred to ACU. She was taking forever in the drug store, probably picking up something she could have easily gotten after the shift. He had refused to go in with her and was seriously annoyed that she made him stop.

He didn't want to be here; he wanted to be riding with Cruz but somehow got stuck doing street work with Faith. He checked the time again and decided to give her 2 more minutes or he was going to go in there and drag her out. He suspected that she was just looking for a way to get away from him, anything to get out of having to sit next to him in the RMP. He couldn't remember the last time they rode together without long periods of silence filling the air. Most attempts at starting a conversation turned into arguments about Cruz and that led to even more silence once they were through yelling at each other.

He was so upset with her. Why couldn't she see that Cruz wasn't the uber- bitch Faith made her out to be. Sure she might be a little obsessed with her worked but aren't all good cops? He had given up trying to prove his point with faith, there was no reasoning with her and everytime they talked he got more and more irritated with each word she spoke.

He couldn't remember how it got this way between the two of them, but he was ready to move on, ready to start his new partnership with Cruz.

Bosco checked the clock again and let out an exaggerated sigh. That was it. He was going in there and dragging her out with handcuffs if he had too.

Walking into the store he quickly made his way to the counter toward the back, hoping she was there paying for something and not still looking around.

"Faith! Where are you, we gotta go!"

The store was eerily quiet and Bosco felt a pang of worry in the pit of his stomach. Rounding the corner of the last isle he found himself standing face first into the barrel of a gun. Three men were spread out in front of the counter. One was pointing a gun at the store owner, the other was pointing at Bosco and the third has his weapon trained on Faith, aiming directly at her head.

Bosco looked at Faith out of the corner of his eye. She never even had time to draw her weapon and was kneeling on the floor with her hands in the air. She looked terrified, but it was only noticeable to him.

"Look, we don't want any trouble. Just put the guns down and no one has to get hurt" Bosco said calmly, trying to reason with them. He couldn't remember ever being able to talk down a robber but he supposed it was worth a try.

The man next to Faith was obviously high on something, and his hand holding the gun kept twitching involuntarily. Even more so when he started talking.

"Nope, Uh, we can't. Cause ya know, you've seen us. An you're cops an all. We can't. We can't.." He continued to babble when one of the others, the one pointing his gun at Bosco, started to yell at him.

That moment seem to move in slow motion. He saw the opening, saw the man look over his shoulder to yell at his accomplice. Bosco glanced at Faith and their eyes locked together. She knew what he was going to do, and nodded slightly. Bosco grabbed his gun from it's holster and pointed it at the robber closet to him, fully intent on shooting him. What he didn't count on was the third man seeing him and alerting the others. The sound of gunfire rang throughout the room and Bosco quickly looked around for Faith, he spotted her but only in time to see her disappear. One moment she was there looking him in the eye as if she knew what was going to happen and was trying to telling him everything she's always wanted to say, without saying a word. And the next moment she was gone, shot in the head by the gunman doped up on drugs.

It was all so fast, he barley registered what had happened. He looked around and noticed that the gunman where gone, they had apparently taken advantage of Bosco's stunned state and ran out the door without him noticing. He dropped to his knees next to faith, slowly closing his eyes and placing his head in his hands.

"Bosco will ya wake up, we got a call!"

He jerked his head up at the sound of that voice. It couldn't be her. It was impossible. Looking around he found himself sitting in the RMP and staring directly at Faith who was giving him an irritated look.

"What's your deal today, ya look like you've seen a ghost" She said staring back at him and then rolling her eyes when he didn't answer her.

"Faith?" This couldn't be real and he was having a hard time wrapping his brain around the fact that she was sitting right next to him, looking very much alive.

"No, it's her evil twin. Who else would be sittin in the RMP with you Bos?"

He felt the overwhelming urge to hug her, to touch her and make sure she was real. He slowly reached out his hand and traced the side of her cheek. She looked at him, obviously puzzled by his action, but made no attempt to pull away.

"You're realy here. It's realy you?" he said in voice barley above a whisper.

"Bosco you're scarein me. Five minutes ago you wouldn't say two words to me and now..what's going on?"

"Nothin , it's nothin. I'm just glad you're here that's all. Come on, you said we had a call"

He didn't know what had just happened but he wasn't about to question it. Faith was here, right next to him. That was all that mattered.

He glanced at the clock and absent-mindedly asked her what the date was.

"It's the 15th, why?"

TBC..