disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything that happens here is a figment of my imagination.

Another day dawned, although she wished she hadn't. Waking up in a sea of pillows she reached for her alarm clock. Early mornings had never been her strong suite especially ones that were followed by long days of explaining everything from the day before. After wrangling the snooze button she gave up imagining that she could go back to sleep and the challenges before her would disappear. Faith had never been one for early mornings, maybe thats why she choose the midshift at work. Even though she might not have her job to look forward to. As she dressed the gentle whirring of her phone drew her from the bathroom, street clothes on, toothbrush in hand.

" Where are you?" the text read. She hit the ignore button. She did not owe anyone justification after last night. Especially not him.

Going back to her morning routine she came out of the bathroom feeling a little better. After finishing everything around her small apartment she sighed. Weekends without Emily and Charlie made her feel so empty. Maybe that's why last night happened. She pushed that from her mind. No, she said to herself. The only reason last night happened was desperation and too much tequila. She grabbed her keys and the still whirring phone. The optional overtime the station had offered today was just the thing that she needed to forget.

"Faith, I just want to talk" her phone read as she sat in the subway car. She struggled to stuff it into her pocket. Didn't he get this wasn't something that could go anywhere? Faith Mitchell, cop, mom of two kids she only gets every other weekend, was not his type. He could send all the "We need to talk" messages that he wanted. There was no need to respond to him. The train came to a grinding hault. Her station. As she stepped out on the platform something caught her eye. NYPD hat, leather jacket, piercing eyes. she ducked her head. He was there.

"Faith! FAITH!"

He yelled desperately as she walked as fast as she could. Not here. Subway stations always made for scenes that she could not escape.

He came up beside her as she mounted the top of the steps.

"Faith!" he exclaimed grabbing her arm "Please don't do this. Don't walk away like last night didn't happen."

She shook herself loose.

"Well, what am I supposed to do Boz? Pretend this away? I tried to sleep it away this morning but that didn't really work."

"No, that's not that I meant! Faith.." he said grasping for words

"Bosco you have always been so shallow! You think you have to figure out what this means?!?" she shrieked "Write me off as another one night stand, tell yourself anything you need to. You know, I really dont care!" She kept walking. Leaving him standing there.

Maybe that would shut him up. After all, she wasn't the first woman he had ever spent a drunken night with.

Suddenly he was in front of her. Standing like a brick wall. Suddenly her temper broke.

"What Boz!?! What?!? Why wont you leave me alone?" she screamed.

"Faith, you weren't there this morning when I woke up. What happened? Did I say something to make you mad?

She chuckled.

"You dont get it do you Boz?" she said as she felt everything that she wanted to say coming up.

"Last night was something that I don't do. NEVER! But I know you, I know what you think, who you are and last night was just another night to you. I was just another conquest on your list. Bos I can't be with you when we both know I'm just the sympathy vote."

He stood there dumbfounded. Not knowing what to say she walked on.

He turned to say something but what? How could he make her see what he felt. Maybe letting her walk away was the easiest way.

She walked shaking to the precinct, stomping up the stairs to her desk she did a faceplant.

"Tough day?" Jelly asked

"You have no idea." Faith muttered into the stack of forms her head had found.

"Well take your mind off of this." he said holding up his identical stack.

" They need someone on patrol today. Im sure lieu would let you right in." he said as he took a sip of this coffee.

Somehow being on the street seemed like the smartest idea to her. At least Bosco couldn't hunt her down in the office. Grabbing her badge and gun she ran downstairs to talk to Lieu.