Great. Just Great.
Part 1
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Well folks, this idea just kinda came to me while I was about 30 feet in the air operating a stock picker at work as I was pulling a 61 inch TV out of the warehouse! Yeah, ideas come to me at the strangest times. I got a chuckle out of the idea and just had to write it up. I don't know if this is the end product or if I'll continue it. I'll probably continue it though cause it's pretty short! Hope you enjoy it.
OH! And I was running out of ways for Fred to disappear...well, believable ideas anyway...Angie and I had a great time brainstorming creative ideas, and it was running through my head to have him abducted by aliens or something, but I decided not to go with that one, so instead I'm just not going to mention him in this story and you guys can make up your own reasons for why he is gone :) Doesn't that sound like fun?! It's ALMOST like interactive reading or something :)
And remember...I do NOT own any of the characters!
*****
Bosco struggled to take off his jacket as he drove their RMP down the street. "Dammit!" He huffed as he tried to pull his left arm out of the sleeve of his jacket without taking his right hand off the steering wheel. "Yokas grab the wheel!" he demanded.
Faith reluctantly reached over and grabbed the wheel and steadied the vehicle as Bosco pulled off his jacket. "What's your problem?!" she asked.
He put his hands back on the wheel. "It's hot in here! Isn't it hot in here?!"
She shook her head. "No. I'm fine, kinda chilly actually."
"Chilly?! It's hot!" He reached down and turned on the air conditioner.
Faith reached over and shut it off. "Bosco it's November!"
"Faith it's *hot*!" He turned the knob again, and was rewarded with a burst of cold air.
"No, it's *not*!" Faith once again turned the air off.
"Central to 55-David," interrupted their disagreement.
"55-David, go ahead Central." Bosco shot Faith a glare as she answered the call.
"Assist FDNY with car fire. 83rd and 3rd."
"55-David 83rd and 3rd." Faith replied as Bosco hit the siren and took off. She looked over at him.
"What?!" he asked as he felt her eyes on him.
"No sarcastic remark about FDNY needing our assistance. No griping about having to direct traffic."
He shook his head. "Why would I complain?"
"Gee I don't know. Maybe because it's what you do best."
"Bite me." He paused. "I'm not going to complain as long as it gets me out of this *hot* car and into the nice, cool, night air."
Faith rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
*******
"Hey, do you mind if we stop by my place on our dinner break? I wanna check on the kids."
"If there's food at your place it's fine with me," he grinned.
"Yeah, there's food there. Not sure if there's any food there for *you*, but there is food there." She chuckled.
He looked at his partner. "You supply some leftovers, and I'll drive us over there."
"OK," she smiled. "I'm sure I can scrounge up some crumbs for you."
"Aww, thanks."
Faith unlocked the door, and Bosco followed her inside. "Hey. Anybody here?"
"Hi mom," came Emily's voice from the kitchen. "What are you doing home?"
"I wanted to come check on you guys."
"Mom you don't have to come check on us every night. We manage fine."
"I know that, but I'm a mother. It's what I do."
Bosco headed into the kitchen. He stood next to Emily. "Actually Em the reason we are here is cause I'm hungry. What's for dinner tonight?" He asked as he rubbed his hands together and looked around the kitchen while licking his lips.
Emily just shook her head as she laughed. "Meatloaf and mashed potatoes."
"My favorite." He put his arm around Emily's shoulders, and looked at his partner. "Faith, can I marry her?"
"Bosco you aren't good enough for my daughter."
"Like I'd want to marry you," Emily replied as she playfully elbowed him in the stomach. She put on an oven mitt and pulled the meatloaf out of the oven.
"I'm hurt," he put on his best puppy dog look. "But," he held a finger in the air. "I'm willing to forgive and forget if I can have some of that meatloaf."
Emily shook her head, and smiled. "Get a plate you big baby."
"Faith you gonna let your daughter talk to me like that?"
Faith nodded. "Yeah."
"Charlie dinner's ready!" Emily yelled for her younger brother.
Charlie slowly walked down the hall. "Hi mom. Hi Bosco," he said quietly as he sat down at the kitchen table.
"Why the long face Charlie?" Faith asked as she sat down next to her son.
"Seth's mom called. Seth has the chickenpox, so he can't come spend the night tomorrow."
"Oh baby I'm sorry. I know you were looking forward to him coming over."
"It's OK," he said sadly.
Faith stood up, and kissed the top of his head.
******
Bosco sat facing away from his locker. His hands were at his sides gripping the bench as he looked down at the floor. He hadn't yet tied his shoes, put on his bulletproof vest or his uniform shirt.
Faith looked up as she secured the lock on her locker. "Bos? You ok?"
He lifted his head so he could see her in the mirror. "Fine," he said softly.
She took a few steps closer to him. "You sure? You're not usually this quiet."
Bosco closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. "My body just aches."
"You sick?" she asked with concern as she placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Maybe," he shrugged then reached his left hand over to scratch his right arm. "I just feel kinda---off. Ya know?"
He stood up, and turned toward his locker. As he reached for his vest Faith noticed something on his shoulder. "Bosco, do you have a rash?"
"Huh?" Rather than ask the question again she pulled the sleeveless t-shirt he was wearing out of the front of his pants. He batted her hand away, and quickly glanced around the locker room. "What are you doing?!" he asked in a harsh whisper.
"Don't fight me, just let me see your stomach." She lifted up his shirt.
"What? Why?"
"Oh man Bos," she whistled as she looked at his bare torso.
"What?!"
"Have you ever had the chicken pox?"
"I don't know." He pulled his shirt back down.
"How could you not know?" she asked in amazement.
"I just don't know," he said defensively.
"Well, you've got 'em now."
"What?!" Bosco quickly lifted up his shirt, and looked for himself. "Great! Just great!"
Part 1
*******
Well folks, this idea just kinda came to me while I was about 30 feet in the air operating a stock picker at work as I was pulling a 61 inch TV out of the warehouse! Yeah, ideas come to me at the strangest times. I got a chuckle out of the idea and just had to write it up. I don't know if this is the end product or if I'll continue it. I'll probably continue it though cause it's pretty short! Hope you enjoy it.
OH! And I was running out of ways for Fred to disappear...well, believable ideas anyway...Angie and I had a great time brainstorming creative ideas, and it was running through my head to have him abducted by aliens or something, but I decided not to go with that one, so instead I'm just not going to mention him in this story and you guys can make up your own reasons for why he is gone :) Doesn't that sound like fun?! It's ALMOST like interactive reading or something :)
And remember...I do NOT own any of the characters!
*****
Bosco struggled to take off his jacket as he drove their RMP down the street. "Dammit!" He huffed as he tried to pull his left arm out of the sleeve of his jacket without taking his right hand off the steering wheel. "Yokas grab the wheel!" he demanded.
Faith reluctantly reached over and grabbed the wheel and steadied the vehicle as Bosco pulled off his jacket. "What's your problem?!" she asked.
He put his hands back on the wheel. "It's hot in here! Isn't it hot in here?!"
She shook her head. "No. I'm fine, kinda chilly actually."
"Chilly?! It's hot!" He reached down and turned on the air conditioner.
Faith reached over and shut it off. "Bosco it's November!"
"Faith it's *hot*!" He turned the knob again, and was rewarded with a burst of cold air.
"No, it's *not*!" Faith once again turned the air off.
"Central to 55-David," interrupted their disagreement.
"55-David, go ahead Central." Bosco shot Faith a glare as she answered the call.
"Assist FDNY with car fire. 83rd and 3rd."
"55-David 83rd and 3rd." Faith replied as Bosco hit the siren and took off. She looked over at him.
"What?!" he asked as he felt her eyes on him.
"No sarcastic remark about FDNY needing our assistance. No griping about having to direct traffic."
He shook his head. "Why would I complain?"
"Gee I don't know. Maybe because it's what you do best."
"Bite me." He paused. "I'm not going to complain as long as it gets me out of this *hot* car and into the nice, cool, night air."
Faith rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
*******
"Hey, do you mind if we stop by my place on our dinner break? I wanna check on the kids."
"If there's food at your place it's fine with me," he grinned.
"Yeah, there's food there. Not sure if there's any food there for *you*, but there is food there." She chuckled.
He looked at his partner. "You supply some leftovers, and I'll drive us over there."
"OK," she smiled. "I'm sure I can scrounge up some crumbs for you."
"Aww, thanks."
Faith unlocked the door, and Bosco followed her inside. "Hey. Anybody here?"
"Hi mom," came Emily's voice from the kitchen. "What are you doing home?"
"I wanted to come check on you guys."
"Mom you don't have to come check on us every night. We manage fine."
"I know that, but I'm a mother. It's what I do."
Bosco headed into the kitchen. He stood next to Emily. "Actually Em the reason we are here is cause I'm hungry. What's for dinner tonight?" He asked as he rubbed his hands together and looked around the kitchen while licking his lips.
Emily just shook her head as she laughed. "Meatloaf and mashed potatoes."
"My favorite." He put his arm around Emily's shoulders, and looked at his partner. "Faith, can I marry her?"
"Bosco you aren't good enough for my daughter."
"Like I'd want to marry you," Emily replied as she playfully elbowed him in the stomach. She put on an oven mitt and pulled the meatloaf out of the oven.
"I'm hurt," he put on his best puppy dog look. "But," he held a finger in the air. "I'm willing to forgive and forget if I can have some of that meatloaf."
Emily shook her head, and smiled. "Get a plate you big baby."
"Faith you gonna let your daughter talk to me like that?"
Faith nodded. "Yeah."
"Charlie dinner's ready!" Emily yelled for her younger brother.
Charlie slowly walked down the hall. "Hi mom. Hi Bosco," he said quietly as he sat down at the kitchen table.
"Why the long face Charlie?" Faith asked as she sat down next to her son.
"Seth's mom called. Seth has the chickenpox, so he can't come spend the night tomorrow."
"Oh baby I'm sorry. I know you were looking forward to him coming over."
"It's OK," he said sadly.
Faith stood up, and kissed the top of his head.
******
Bosco sat facing away from his locker. His hands were at his sides gripping the bench as he looked down at the floor. He hadn't yet tied his shoes, put on his bulletproof vest or his uniform shirt.
Faith looked up as she secured the lock on her locker. "Bos? You ok?"
He lifted his head so he could see her in the mirror. "Fine," he said softly.
She took a few steps closer to him. "You sure? You're not usually this quiet."
Bosco closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. "My body just aches."
"You sick?" she asked with concern as she placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Maybe," he shrugged then reached his left hand over to scratch his right arm. "I just feel kinda---off. Ya know?"
He stood up, and turned toward his locker. As he reached for his vest Faith noticed something on his shoulder. "Bosco, do you have a rash?"
"Huh?" Rather than ask the question again she pulled the sleeveless t-shirt he was wearing out of the front of his pants. He batted her hand away, and quickly glanced around the locker room. "What are you doing?!" he asked in a harsh whisper.
"Don't fight me, just let me see your stomach." She lifted up his shirt.
"What? Why?"
"Oh man Bos," she whistled as she looked at his bare torso.
"What?!"
"Have you ever had the chicken pox?"
"I don't know." He pulled his shirt back down.
"How could you not know?" she asked in amazement.
"I just don't know," he said defensively.
"Well, you've got 'em now."
"What?!" Bosco quickly lifted up his shirt, and looked for himself. "Great! Just great!"