The Boscorelli Bloodline
Summary: Angst/Drama/Romance
It's not easy being a Boscorelli, but Max handles it all. As she experiences a new love with someone from her past, it's not all fun and games when danger is lurking near.
Rating: R - For strong language and an eventual NC-17 Chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Third Watch characters........although in our own little heads we all think we secretly have them living under our beds and everything, but still, nope, don't own them! I do claim rights to the characters I made up....Max, Tommy, Bridgette, ect.
Thank You To: Everyone who helped me with this: Rebel Jess ~ my Boscorelli expert on this one......cuz we kept it a secret from Codes (haha!) Jess-Sox, Fyre, Mimsy, Codes, and Matty. Couldn't of done it without you guys!!!!
~ Chapter 1~
As the sun shined down onto New York City, a blue mustang roared up the street in front of the 55 Police Precinct. After pulling into a spot, the engine cut off and the door opened. Maurice Boscorelli stepped out, taking a long breath of the warm spring air. Another day of taking names, and kicking ass for him. He grabbed his bag, and closed the door of his car.
Heading up the sidewalk towards the precinct he stopped, spotting a convertable black mustang GT parked across the street. Bosco stared at his younger sister's car for a second, before letting out a small sigh. Today marked a sad memory for both of them. His sister Max was the youngest of the three Boscorelli kids. After Rose initially kicked her husband out, she ended up letting him back in again. Almost a year later, Max was born. It wasn't long after, when her husband started swinging again. Four years later, she finally had the courage to kick him out for good, leaving her alone with two young sons and an even younger daughter. That's where Rose's sister, Sue came in. She brought Max to live with her in Maryland with her husband, Mike. Max would live there until she was 16.
Bosco rubbed his forehead recalling that day, seven years ago. The day he got the phone call from his mother, that his Aunt Sue and Uncle Mike were in a fatal car accident. Bosco had stayed as close to his sister as he possibly could while she lived in Maryland. They were inseperable. He made the decision that day, seven years ago, that Max would come live in New York with him. She did. She had been in New York ever since then. Of course, now she lived with her best friend, and was a paramedic, but they were still closer than ever.
"Bosco, you comin' man?" Davis called.
Bosco snapped out of his daydream, turning his attention from Max's car, to Davis, "Yeah man." He turned and then headed up the rest of the way towards the precinct.
Across the street, Max Boscorelli sat on her bunk, brushing her curly dark brown hair. She was determined that today would be a great day. Besides the circumstances that would make it a rather dreary day, she knew that her aunt and uncle wouldn't want her to be sad. Max smiled to herself, looking at the picture of her and her brother on the inside of her locker, as she pulled her hair into a pony tail.
"Anybody home?" A voice called up the steps.
"No, they left!" Max giggled.
"Is it safe?" The voice replied.
"No! I'm having a strip show!" She teased.
"In that case I'm coming up!" The voice laughed.
Max giggled, as Jimmy and Walsh walked the rest of the way up the steps. They weren't alone. Following them was another guy, about Jimmy's height. He had light brown hair, and was athletically built.
Jimmy looked to the guy, "Tommy Shannon, this is the lovely Max Boscorelli. Max, this is Tommy, he just transferred here."
They both raised their eyebrows at each other, "I know you." they said at the same time.
Walsh laughed, "Uh oh."
"You went to South Manhattan High. You were a cheerleader and played soccer right?" Tommy asked.
Max smiled, "You went to North Manhattan, and you were the super football player of that school."
"Oh great, they know each other." Jimmy laughed.
Tommy smiled, "I wasn't that good."
Max rolled her eyes, "Whatever."
"You're friends with Wendie right?" Tommy asked.
Max smiled, "Yeah. You and Danny are like really tight, right?" She was talking about her best friend Wendie, and his close friend Danny. They had both been dating since high school.
Tommy smiled back, "Yeah, I guess you could say he's my best friend or something."
"Ok, ya know what?" Jimmy laughed, "Tommy, that's your locker, have a field day. We'll leave you two to catch up."
Max rolled her eyes at Jimmy, as he and Walsh headed down the steps. Tommy walked over and opened up his locker. While he unpacked his stuff he asked, "So I was a super football player huh?"
Max laughed, and flopped onto her bunk, "Everybody knew who you were. I didn't even go to your school remember?"
"Everyone knew who you were too."
"Nu uh."
"Oh yeah. It was you, Wendie, Lexi Daniels and Bridgette Johnson. You guys were like the most popular girls at that school. I saw you guys a couple parties here and there." Tommy explained.
Max was now a slight shade of pink, "It's bad when I graduated 5 years ago, and I'm still reminded of high school."
"I get it all the time, don't worry."
"Did you meet Lt. Johnson yet?"
Tommy nodded, "Yup."
"That's Bridgette's dad."
"Really?"
"Yep. She lives with me. Wendie and Lexi live next door. We can't stay away from each other." Max laughed.
"That's cool," Tommy smiled. He paused for a minute and then asked, "How's Lexi, and the baby?"
Max gave him a small grin. It was nice of him to ask about them, "They're both good."
"Good," He replied, "So you're a medic?"
"That's what the shirt says."
Tommy smiled, "So she's a smart ass too."
Max laughed, "Yeah I get it from my brother. He's a cop, acrossed the street."
"That's cool. How long have you been here?"
"Since right after I graduated."
"Yeah me too. Except I was at a different house."
"Oh, gotcha." She said. Max looked around a second, unsure of what to say. She was slightly taken by this guy. Trying not to make a fool of herself she managed to spit out, "I guess I'll head downstairs, so you can get dressed."
Tommy chuckled, "Hey, you can stay if you want to."
Max rolled her eyes and walked to the steps, "I'll pass." On her way down the steps, she was mentally kicking herself in the ass. He was the hottest guy she had ever laid eyes on! She could have been right there while he was changing, "What's wrong with me?!"
"That's what I wanna know." DK replied, from where he sat at the kitchen table.
Max's eyes widened, realizing she had just said her last comment outloud, "Hush DK!"
"Whatever little lady."
"I'm not little DK, get over it."
DK raised his eyebrows, "Well excuse me, but 5 foot 6 and 140 pounds soaking wet is little to me."
"145!" She replied.
"My ass!" DK smirked.
"You had to get her started, didn't you?" Walsh asked DK.
DK shrugged, "What else am I supposed to do?"
Max walked outside, to the back of the bus where Kim sat stocking supplies.
"See the new guy?" Kim asked.
"I know the new guy." Max answered.
"Really?"
"Yeah, from high school. We have a few of the same friends."
Kim smiled, "Oh, I see a hook-up in your future."
Max laughed, but was interupted by a familar voice shouting, "BRAT!"
She spun around, to see her brother smiling at her. He stood down the street, next to 55-David, and was now sticking his tounge out at her.
"Does he realize that the bucket brat thing would only apply if you were actually a firefighter?" Kim asked.
"Probably not," she answered. Turning back to Bosco, she shouted, "Hee-haw, hee-haw!"
Bosco laughed, before he hopped into the RMP with Faith and took off.
"Who invented the term 'Donut Donkey' anyway?" Max asked.
"A pissed off Bucket Boy, I'm sure." Kim replied.
Max's radio came to life, crackling a message, "Boy 55-3, respond to an unknown medical at 6-1-2 Amsterdam."
She grabbed it and responded, "6-1-2 Amsterdam, Boy 55-3."
"Let's roll." Kim said, closing the back doors, and then heading to the front.
They arrived at the apartment complex a few minutes later. A little girl was waiting outside when Kim and Max got out of the bus.
"My mommy's hurt!" The little girl cried, running up and tugging on Max's hand.
"Ok honey," Max said, grabbing her bag with her free hand, "Where's your mommy at?"
"Upstairs." The girl replied. Still holding Max's hand, she led them to the 4th floor apartment.
"What's your mommy's name?" Max asked.
"Melissa." The girl replied.
"EMS!" Kim called, as they walked through the front door.
"In here!" A woman's voice cried.
They turned the corner, into the kitchen to see a lady sitting on the floor, holding a bloody towel over her hand, while she sobbed.
Max sat up on her knees, next to the lady and gently took her hand, "Hi Melissa, my name is Max. Can you tell me what happened?"
"Garbage disposal." Melissa cried.
"Ooooh, didn't like you huh?" Max said, trying to calm her down, while she checked out the cuts on her hand.
Melissa sniffed, "I don't think it did."
Kim looked on, "Anything severed?"
Max shook her head, "Nope, all your fingers are still there."
"Ok, Melissa, just try and relax." Kim said, as she got out the bandages and pressure dressing.
"Don't worry mommy the ladies are gonna help you." The little girl said.
Max couldn't help smile. She turned to the girl, while Kim started to wrap the lady's hand, "And what's your name?"
"My name is Claire."
"Well Claire, we are definately going to help your mommy." Max said, while Kim finished the bandage. They both helped Melissa to her feet, and down to the bus.
~*~
"Who's got dinner tonight?" Kim asked, as she walked up the stairs, followed by Max.
"Jimmy does." Walsh answered.
Max sniffed, "Wow, it actually smells good too."
Kim laughed, then walked into the kitchen to grab a soda. Max looked around for a second, then spotted an unsuspecting Tommy sitting on the couch watching TV. She walked over, and canapulted herself onto the couch next to him, "What'cha watching?"
"Sportscenter." he smiled.
Max grinned, and then snagged the remote from him. She quickly changed the channel to Spongebob Squarepants.
"Hey!" Tommy chuckled.
Max hid the remote behind her back, while Tommy tried to reach around and grab it from her.
"I had it first." he chuckled, still trying to get it back.
"Had what first?" Max teased.
Tommy smiled, "The remote you nut ball."
"What remote? I don't see a remote." She joked.
"Yeah?" he grinned, as he grabbed a hold of her and started to tickle her.
Max laughed wildly, while Kim looked on smiling. She turned to Walsh, "That didn't take long."
Walsh chuckled, "Yeah, don't tell Bosco."
Kim laughed, "Tell me about it."
"That girl will be 40 years old, and Bosco's still going to threaten to shoot any guy she dates." Walsh commented.
"I know." Kim laughed.
"Food's up!" Jimmy called.
Tommy smirked, "You lucked out."
Max giggled, "Whatever."
~*~
"So you and the new guy were hitting it off." Kim teased, while she drove.
Max turned a bright shade of pink. She felt like a little school girl, "I don't know what you're talking about Kimmy."
Kim smiled, "One week."
"One week for what?"
"In one week, you guys will either be together, or have slept together." Kim smirked.
"I was thinking 3 days." Max joked.
Kim burst out laughing, but before she got anything out, her radio requested them at another scene.
Max answered into her radio, while Kim flipped on the lights and headed to the scene.
When they arrived, the first thing they noticed was 55-David pulling up right in front of them. They parked the bus towards the end of the street, and got out.
"Oh, this one's gonna be ugly." Kim commented, grabbing her bag.
"Wait." Bosco shouted to Kim and Max, as he and Faith ran inside.
Max nodded, and stood on the sidewalk, next to to bus with Kim, waiting. Their thoughts stopped when they heard shouting coming from inside of the building. Max could distinctly hear her brother screaming at someone to stop.
"Kim." Max said, grabbing onto her arm.
"I know." Kim replied, as they both backed up and stood behind the bus.
Not even a minute later a man came bolting out the front door of the apartment building.
Kim gripped Max's arm, both unsure where the guy was going, and if he was armed or not. He continued to run up the street in the direction on the bus.
"Max." Kim said, as Max peeked around the side, "Max don't even think..."
"Shhh." Max replied, cutting her off. Bosco flew out of the front of the apartment, and began to chase him.
Max continued to watch the guy as he ran up the sidewalk unarmed, getting closer to the bus. When the exact second occured, Max took a few quick steps towards the sidewalk, then slide tackled him to the ground. He did a nose dive, landing face first onto the hard pavement. Max scrambled out of the way, as Bosco litterally landed ontop of the guy to cuff him.
"Second floor apartment." He said out of breath, to Max and Kim.
They both grabbed their bags and took off. When they got upstairs, Faith was knealing on the floor next to a lady who was sitting up next to her, beaten.
"What happened?" Kim asked.
Faith quietly replied, "The husband."
Kim nodded and knealed on the floor next to them. Max got everything out for Kim, who began to assess the lady's injuries. A few minutes later, Bosco came upstairs.
"Did you get him?" Faith asked.
Bosco nodded, "He's so drunk he tripped over his own two feet."
Faith raised her eyebrow at him, and Bosco shrugged. Meanwhile Kim and Max exchanged a look between themselves as they continued to help the lady.
"His forehead is busted, he wants to go to the hospital." Bosco said.
Max rolled her eyes and looked to Kim, who grabbed her radio and called for another bus. Once they had the lady taken care of, they brought her down to the bus and got ready to transport her.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" Kim asked Max.
"I didn't play soccer for 16 years or anything." Max grinned, shutting the doors.
Kim shook her head, as Max walked around and climbed into the drivers seat. Hitting the lights, they took off to Mercy.
~*~
"My brother is going to shoot me." Max said to Kim. They were now at Mercy, filling out the run sheet.
"Is he here?" Kim asked.
Max looked around carefully, "Yeah, he's somewhere with that guy."
"Couldn't pay me money to be you right now." Kim smirked.
"You wouldn't have done the same thing?"
"I was right there with you and didn't."
"That's because I was already going to. What if you knew how to slide tackle?"
Kim shook her head and grinned. Before Max could say anything, two arms grabbed her from behind. One arm was wrapped around her arms and stomach, the other hand was over her mouth.
"If you EVER do that again, I swear to God I will shoot your ass." Bosco said.
Max mumbled something from under his hand, causing Kim to laugh.
"I'm totally NOT joking Max." Bosco said sternly.
"MMM MMM MMM." She mumbled again.
Kim was now biting her lip, not to laugh. Bosco looked pissed, but Max's mumbling was too hysterical.
Bosco rolled his eyes, and let her go. He spun her around so that she was facing him.
"I'm not joking." he said again.
"I know." She replied. She couldn't keep a straight face. He was pissed, but at the same time he wasn't.
"Think once in awhile would you?" He asked.
"When do you ever?!" Max exclaimed, "You're the one I get it from."
Kim laughed, "Sorry Boz, she's got you on that one."
"Save me the lecture ok? He didn't have a gun, he could have, but he didn't. You were right on his ass, so even if he did, he wouldn't of had time to get it out. I won't do it again, I just so happened to be standing right there. And if it was you, ya would of done the same thing, so don't even try it." Max blurted out.
Bosco frowned at her, she was right....partially. He gave her a quick smack to the back of her head, "Stop trying to give me heart failure." He turned and then walked away.
"That went better than I thought it would." Kim commented.
"I know, all my limbs are still in tact." Max smiled.
~*~
"So, how was your night?" Max asked Tommy, while they both walked up the steps.
"I've had worse." he smiled. Truth be told, he hadn't stopped smiling all shift. Just the thought of Max, caused a grin to stretch across his face. He couldn't remember ever feeling this way about a girl before. Especially a girl he had just met, "How was yours?"
"Eh, it was alright." She smiled. She opened up her locker, and started to grab her things so she could leave.
"So, I was wondering," Tommy started. He lost his nerve, but then managed to get the rest out, "If you had plans tonight, because I'm meeting up with a bunch of my friends. I figured, maybe you'd wanna go."
'Did he just ask me to go out with him tonight?!' Max said to herself, trying not to explode. 'Holy shit! Oh....crap.' She turned to Tommy, "As much as I really want to, I already have plans. I'm sorry."
"Oh," Tommy replied, clearly dissapointed, "Maybe another night?"
"Absoutely." Max smiled, closing her locker door, "I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"
Tommy gave her a grin, and watched her disappear down the steps. "She's gotta have a date tonight. Why wouldn't she? She's gorgeous."
Summary: Angst/Drama/Romance
It's not easy being a Boscorelli, but Max handles it all. As she experiences a new love with someone from her past, it's not all fun and games when danger is lurking near.
Rating: R - For strong language and an eventual NC-17 Chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Third Watch characters........although in our own little heads we all think we secretly have them living under our beds and everything, but still, nope, don't own them! I do claim rights to the characters I made up....Max, Tommy, Bridgette, ect.
Thank You To: Everyone who helped me with this: Rebel Jess ~ my Boscorelli expert on this one......cuz we kept it a secret from Codes (haha!) Jess-Sox, Fyre, Mimsy, Codes, and Matty. Couldn't of done it without you guys!!!!
~ Chapter 1~
As the sun shined down onto New York City, a blue mustang roared up the street in front of the 55 Police Precinct. After pulling into a spot, the engine cut off and the door opened. Maurice Boscorelli stepped out, taking a long breath of the warm spring air. Another day of taking names, and kicking ass for him. He grabbed his bag, and closed the door of his car.
Heading up the sidewalk towards the precinct he stopped, spotting a convertable black mustang GT parked across the street. Bosco stared at his younger sister's car for a second, before letting out a small sigh. Today marked a sad memory for both of them. His sister Max was the youngest of the three Boscorelli kids. After Rose initially kicked her husband out, she ended up letting him back in again. Almost a year later, Max was born. It wasn't long after, when her husband started swinging again. Four years later, she finally had the courage to kick him out for good, leaving her alone with two young sons and an even younger daughter. That's where Rose's sister, Sue came in. She brought Max to live with her in Maryland with her husband, Mike. Max would live there until she was 16.
Bosco rubbed his forehead recalling that day, seven years ago. The day he got the phone call from his mother, that his Aunt Sue and Uncle Mike were in a fatal car accident. Bosco had stayed as close to his sister as he possibly could while she lived in Maryland. They were inseperable. He made the decision that day, seven years ago, that Max would come live in New York with him. She did. She had been in New York ever since then. Of course, now she lived with her best friend, and was a paramedic, but they were still closer than ever.
"Bosco, you comin' man?" Davis called.
Bosco snapped out of his daydream, turning his attention from Max's car, to Davis, "Yeah man." He turned and then headed up the rest of the way towards the precinct.
Across the street, Max Boscorelli sat on her bunk, brushing her curly dark brown hair. She was determined that today would be a great day. Besides the circumstances that would make it a rather dreary day, she knew that her aunt and uncle wouldn't want her to be sad. Max smiled to herself, looking at the picture of her and her brother on the inside of her locker, as she pulled her hair into a pony tail.
"Anybody home?" A voice called up the steps.
"No, they left!" Max giggled.
"Is it safe?" The voice replied.
"No! I'm having a strip show!" She teased.
"In that case I'm coming up!" The voice laughed.
Max giggled, as Jimmy and Walsh walked the rest of the way up the steps. They weren't alone. Following them was another guy, about Jimmy's height. He had light brown hair, and was athletically built.
Jimmy looked to the guy, "Tommy Shannon, this is the lovely Max Boscorelli. Max, this is Tommy, he just transferred here."
They both raised their eyebrows at each other, "I know you." they said at the same time.
Walsh laughed, "Uh oh."
"You went to South Manhattan High. You were a cheerleader and played soccer right?" Tommy asked.
Max smiled, "You went to North Manhattan, and you were the super football player of that school."
"Oh great, they know each other." Jimmy laughed.
Tommy smiled, "I wasn't that good."
Max rolled her eyes, "Whatever."
"You're friends with Wendie right?" Tommy asked.
Max smiled, "Yeah. You and Danny are like really tight, right?" She was talking about her best friend Wendie, and his close friend Danny. They had both been dating since high school.
Tommy smiled back, "Yeah, I guess you could say he's my best friend or something."
"Ok, ya know what?" Jimmy laughed, "Tommy, that's your locker, have a field day. We'll leave you two to catch up."
Max rolled her eyes at Jimmy, as he and Walsh headed down the steps. Tommy walked over and opened up his locker. While he unpacked his stuff he asked, "So I was a super football player huh?"
Max laughed, and flopped onto her bunk, "Everybody knew who you were. I didn't even go to your school remember?"
"Everyone knew who you were too."
"Nu uh."
"Oh yeah. It was you, Wendie, Lexi Daniels and Bridgette Johnson. You guys were like the most popular girls at that school. I saw you guys a couple parties here and there." Tommy explained.
Max was now a slight shade of pink, "It's bad when I graduated 5 years ago, and I'm still reminded of high school."
"I get it all the time, don't worry."
"Did you meet Lt. Johnson yet?"
Tommy nodded, "Yup."
"That's Bridgette's dad."
"Really?"
"Yep. She lives with me. Wendie and Lexi live next door. We can't stay away from each other." Max laughed.
"That's cool," Tommy smiled. He paused for a minute and then asked, "How's Lexi, and the baby?"
Max gave him a small grin. It was nice of him to ask about them, "They're both good."
"Good," He replied, "So you're a medic?"
"That's what the shirt says."
Tommy smiled, "So she's a smart ass too."
Max laughed, "Yeah I get it from my brother. He's a cop, acrossed the street."
"That's cool. How long have you been here?"
"Since right after I graduated."
"Yeah me too. Except I was at a different house."
"Oh, gotcha." She said. Max looked around a second, unsure of what to say. She was slightly taken by this guy. Trying not to make a fool of herself she managed to spit out, "I guess I'll head downstairs, so you can get dressed."
Tommy chuckled, "Hey, you can stay if you want to."
Max rolled her eyes and walked to the steps, "I'll pass." On her way down the steps, she was mentally kicking herself in the ass. He was the hottest guy she had ever laid eyes on! She could have been right there while he was changing, "What's wrong with me?!"
"That's what I wanna know." DK replied, from where he sat at the kitchen table.
Max's eyes widened, realizing she had just said her last comment outloud, "Hush DK!"
"Whatever little lady."
"I'm not little DK, get over it."
DK raised his eyebrows, "Well excuse me, but 5 foot 6 and 140 pounds soaking wet is little to me."
"145!" She replied.
"My ass!" DK smirked.
"You had to get her started, didn't you?" Walsh asked DK.
DK shrugged, "What else am I supposed to do?"
Max walked outside, to the back of the bus where Kim sat stocking supplies.
"See the new guy?" Kim asked.
"I know the new guy." Max answered.
"Really?"
"Yeah, from high school. We have a few of the same friends."
Kim smiled, "Oh, I see a hook-up in your future."
Max laughed, but was interupted by a familar voice shouting, "BRAT!"
She spun around, to see her brother smiling at her. He stood down the street, next to 55-David, and was now sticking his tounge out at her.
"Does he realize that the bucket brat thing would only apply if you were actually a firefighter?" Kim asked.
"Probably not," she answered. Turning back to Bosco, she shouted, "Hee-haw, hee-haw!"
Bosco laughed, before he hopped into the RMP with Faith and took off.
"Who invented the term 'Donut Donkey' anyway?" Max asked.
"A pissed off Bucket Boy, I'm sure." Kim replied.
Max's radio came to life, crackling a message, "Boy 55-3, respond to an unknown medical at 6-1-2 Amsterdam."
She grabbed it and responded, "6-1-2 Amsterdam, Boy 55-3."
"Let's roll." Kim said, closing the back doors, and then heading to the front.
They arrived at the apartment complex a few minutes later. A little girl was waiting outside when Kim and Max got out of the bus.
"My mommy's hurt!" The little girl cried, running up and tugging on Max's hand.
"Ok honey," Max said, grabbing her bag with her free hand, "Where's your mommy at?"
"Upstairs." The girl replied. Still holding Max's hand, she led them to the 4th floor apartment.
"What's your mommy's name?" Max asked.
"Melissa." The girl replied.
"EMS!" Kim called, as they walked through the front door.
"In here!" A woman's voice cried.
They turned the corner, into the kitchen to see a lady sitting on the floor, holding a bloody towel over her hand, while she sobbed.
Max sat up on her knees, next to the lady and gently took her hand, "Hi Melissa, my name is Max. Can you tell me what happened?"
"Garbage disposal." Melissa cried.
"Ooooh, didn't like you huh?" Max said, trying to calm her down, while she checked out the cuts on her hand.
Melissa sniffed, "I don't think it did."
Kim looked on, "Anything severed?"
Max shook her head, "Nope, all your fingers are still there."
"Ok, Melissa, just try and relax." Kim said, as she got out the bandages and pressure dressing.
"Don't worry mommy the ladies are gonna help you." The little girl said.
Max couldn't help smile. She turned to the girl, while Kim started to wrap the lady's hand, "And what's your name?"
"My name is Claire."
"Well Claire, we are definately going to help your mommy." Max said, while Kim finished the bandage. They both helped Melissa to her feet, and down to the bus.
~*~
"Who's got dinner tonight?" Kim asked, as she walked up the stairs, followed by Max.
"Jimmy does." Walsh answered.
Max sniffed, "Wow, it actually smells good too."
Kim laughed, then walked into the kitchen to grab a soda. Max looked around for a second, then spotted an unsuspecting Tommy sitting on the couch watching TV. She walked over, and canapulted herself onto the couch next to him, "What'cha watching?"
"Sportscenter." he smiled.
Max grinned, and then snagged the remote from him. She quickly changed the channel to Spongebob Squarepants.
"Hey!" Tommy chuckled.
Max hid the remote behind her back, while Tommy tried to reach around and grab it from her.
"I had it first." he chuckled, still trying to get it back.
"Had what first?" Max teased.
Tommy smiled, "The remote you nut ball."
"What remote? I don't see a remote." She joked.
"Yeah?" he grinned, as he grabbed a hold of her and started to tickle her.
Max laughed wildly, while Kim looked on smiling. She turned to Walsh, "That didn't take long."
Walsh chuckled, "Yeah, don't tell Bosco."
Kim laughed, "Tell me about it."
"That girl will be 40 years old, and Bosco's still going to threaten to shoot any guy she dates." Walsh commented.
"I know." Kim laughed.
"Food's up!" Jimmy called.
Tommy smirked, "You lucked out."
Max giggled, "Whatever."
~*~
"So you and the new guy were hitting it off." Kim teased, while she drove.
Max turned a bright shade of pink. She felt like a little school girl, "I don't know what you're talking about Kimmy."
Kim smiled, "One week."
"One week for what?"
"In one week, you guys will either be together, or have slept together." Kim smirked.
"I was thinking 3 days." Max joked.
Kim burst out laughing, but before she got anything out, her radio requested them at another scene.
Max answered into her radio, while Kim flipped on the lights and headed to the scene.
When they arrived, the first thing they noticed was 55-David pulling up right in front of them. They parked the bus towards the end of the street, and got out.
"Oh, this one's gonna be ugly." Kim commented, grabbing her bag.
"Wait." Bosco shouted to Kim and Max, as he and Faith ran inside.
Max nodded, and stood on the sidewalk, next to to bus with Kim, waiting. Their thoughts stopped when they heard shouting coming from inside of the building. Max could distinctly hear her brother screaming at someone to stop.
"Kim." Max said, grabbing onto her arm.
"I know." Kim replied, as they both backed up and stood behind the bus.
Not even a minute later a man came bolting out the front door of the apartment building.
Kim gripped Max's arm, both unsure where the guy was going, and if he was armed or not. He continued to run up the street in the direction on the bus.
"Max." Kim said, as Max peeked around the side, "Max don't even think..."
"Shhh." Max replied, cutting her off. Bosco flew out of the front of the apartment, and began to chase him.
Max continued to watch the guy as he ran up the sidewalk unarmed, getting closer to the bus. When the exact second occured, Max took a few quick steps towards the sidewalk, then slide tackled him to the ground. He did a nose dive, landing face first onto the hard pavement. Max scrambled out of the way, as Bosco litterally landed ontop of the guy to cuff him.
"Second floor apartment." He said out of breath, to Max and Kim.
They both grabbed their bags and took off. When they got upstairs, Faith was knealing on the floor next to a lady who was sitting up next to her, beaten.
"What happened?" Kim asked.
Faith quietly replied, "The husband."
Kim nodded and knealed on the floor next to them. Max got everything out for Kim, who began to assess the lady's injuries. A few minutes later, Bosco came upstairs.
"Did you get him?" Faith asked.
Bosco nodded, "He's so drunk he tripped over his own two feet."
Faith raised her eyebrow at him, and Bosco shrugged. Meanwhile Kim and Max exchanged a look between themselves as they continued to help the lady.
"His forehead is busted, he wants to go to the hospital." Bosco said.
Max rolled her eyes and looked to Kim, who grabbed her radio and called for another bus. Once they had the lady taken care of, they brought her down to the bus and got ready to transport her.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" Kim asked Max.
"I didn't play soccer for 16 years or anything." Max grinned, shutting the doors.
Kim shook her head, as Max walked around and climbed into the drivers seat. Hitting the lights, they took off to Mercy.
~*~
"My brother is going to shoot me." Max said to Kim. They were now at Mercy, filling out the run sheet.
"Is he here?" Kim asked.
Max looked around carefully, "Yeah, he's somewhere with that guy."
"Couldn't pay me money to be you right now." Kim smirked.
"You wouldn't have done the same thing?"
"I was right there with you and didn't."
"That's because I was already going to. What if you knew how to slide tackle?"
Kim shook her head and grinned. Before Max could say anything, two arms grabbed her from behind. One arm was wrapped around her arms and stomach, the other hand was over her mouth.
"If you EVER do that again, I swear to God I will shoot your ass." Bosco said.
Max mumbled something from under his hand, causing Kim to laugh.
"I'm totally NOT joking Max." Bosco said sternly.
"MMM MMM MMM." She mumbled again.
Kim was now biting her lip, not to laugh. Bosco looked pissed, but Max's mumbling was too hysterical.
Bosco rolled his eyes, and let her go. He spun her around so that she was facing him.
"I'm not joking." he said again.
"I know." She replied. She couldn't keep a straight face. He was pissed, but at the same time he wasn't.
"Think once in awhile would you?" He asked.
"When do you ever?!" Max exclaimed, "You're the one I get it from."
Kim laughed, "Sorry Boz, she's got you on that one."
"Save me the lecture ok? He didn't have a gun, he could have, but he didn't. You were right on his ass, so even if he did, he wouldn't of had time to get it out. I won't do it again, I just so happened to be standing right there. And if it was you, ya would of done the same thing, so don't even try it." Max blurted out.
Bosco frowned at her, she was right....partially. He gave her a quick smack to the back of her head, "Stop trying to give me heart failure." He turned and then walked away.
"That went better than I thought it would." Kim commented.
"I know, all my limbs are still in tact." Max smiled.
~*~
"So, how was your night?" Max asked Tommy, while they both walked up the steps.
"I've had worse." he smiled. Truth be told, he hadn't stopped smiling all shift. Just the thought of Max, caused a grin to stretch across his face. He couldn't remember ever feeling this way about a girl before. Especially a girl he had just met, "How was yours?"
"Eh, it was alright." She smiled. She opened up her locker, and started to grab her things so she could leave.
"So, I was wondering," Tommy started. He lost his nerve, but then managed to get the rest out, "If you had plans tonight, because I'm meeting up with a bunch of my friends. I figured, maybe you'd wanna go."
'Did he just ask me to go out with him tonight?!' Max said to herself, trying not to explode. 'Holy shit! Oh....crap.' She turned to Tommy, "As much as I really want to, I already have plans. I'm sorry."
"Oh," Tommy replied, clearly dissapointed, "Maybe another night?"
"Absoutely." Max smiled, closing her locker door, "I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"
Tommy gave her a grin, and watched her disappear down the steps. "She's gotta have a date tonight. Why wouldn't she? She's gorgeous."