Bosco couldn't return to the waiting room. He had a lot to swallow now more than ever. He walked the hallways of Mercers, until he came to a chapel. It had been along time since he stepped into one. He stood staring at the door, his feet feeling like concrete was attached. He felt a hand upon his shoulder. He turned to see Davis.

"It seems harder than it is, you know, standing out here looking in." Davis said, remembering the day his father died. He had a hard time walking into the church to tell his father bye . Bosco had turned his attention back to the door. Davis felt his heart sink with sympathy for his co-worker, for his friend. "If you want I can go with you."

Bosco nodded as he opened the door to enter. He slowly took each step with Davis right behind him. He made his way up to the alter and lit a candle, as did Davis. They crossed their chest and bowed before the statue in front of them. They stood up and turned around, walking over to the first pew to take a seat.

The room was filled with silence. Davis didn't know what to say. He couldn't imagine if anything happened to Sully or Monroe. And Faith was such a caring, loving person, who didn't deserve what had happened to her. "Did you know she was pregnant?" Davis asked. He was there when she was saying she was sorry, she wanted to tell Bosco about the baby.

"No." He said looking down at his hands.

"Is it yours?" He asked prying a little.

Bosco glanced over to Davis. He didn't know what to say but he had to talk to someone. And everyone at the station knew Faith and Fred were no longer together. "Yeah."

"I'm sorry, man. I had no ideal that you and Faith were an item. I guess I always sensed it. I just never…"

Bosco cut Davis off. "…I fell in love with her when we first met. I walked up to her standing waiting on the training to begin. The sunlight embraced her face like an angel in heaven. I felt my heart start to race. Then she told me she had kids. I thought to myself, God, please don't let her be married. Then we were at the range shooting. And I looked over at her telling her that I'd been watching her. You know, shooting. She smiled that silly smile of hers and said, 'I'm flattered but I'm married.' That's when I felt my heart break for the very first time in my life." He grinned trying to fight back his tears. Davis returned his grin. Bosco wiped at his eyes. "I spent the last thirteen years riding side by side with the girl that I was head over heels with, protecting her from the streets of evil. Making sure that I had her back in the good and the bad. I was there for her when she cried because Fred was a jerk, or Emily said something to break her heart, or Charlie had a fever and she couldn't find Fred. I asked Swertsky to make me her partner so that I could do just that. Because I wanted to be next to her." He swallowed hard at the lump in his throat, his voice began to crack. "And now that I have her, she's lying in there and I don't know if she our my baby is gonna live."

Davis reached over and pulled him into him for a hug.

"I can't loose her, Davis. I can't loose her." He cried out.

"I know, man." Davis said comforting him.

Monroe entered the chapel. She hesitated a moment at the sight in front of her. "Bosco," She said lightly.

Bosco stood up with his back to her trying to hide the fact that he was weaker than he ever let anyone believe. "Yeah,…" He said wiping his tears.

"She's out of surgery." Monroe smiled. "The doctor is waiting on you."

Bosco couldn't get down the hallway fast enough. The doctor stood next to Swertsky. They both turned to Bosco.

"How is she?" He asked nervously. "Can I see her?"

"She has a concussion, a few cracked ribs, and some eternal bleeding that we were able to stop. She'll be sore for a while, the next forty-eight hours are critical but she's a fighter. I have no doubt that she'll be back to normal in a month or so." The doctor stated.

A sigh of relief filled the air. Faith was a good hard worker and every one loved her at the station. They often felt sorry that she had to put up with Bosco. But they knew she wouldn't have it any other way.

"Doctor,…" Bosco started to say, but he paused to look over at Monroe and Swertsky. He didn't care who knew now, he had to know about his baby. "…what about the baby?"

"Baby?" Monroe asked as she looked up at Davis. Who shook his head to let it go.

The doctor looked down at the blue paper hat in his hand. He hated giving news like this. Watching the families fall apart. "I'm sorry. We tried everything that we could." He patted Bosco on the shoulder before turning to leave.

Bosco felt so lost and devastated. He had always dreamed of being a father. Having the opportunity to right the wrongs of his childhood. He knew that a part of him had died that very moment. A part that would never be the same again. How was he ever to go on with his life knowing that there was this baby, this life that he helped to create that he never got a chance to see. Some-one that would have loved him despite all his faults.

"I'm sorry, man." Davis said. "Do you need anything?"

He needed his child back. He needed this day to begin again, only this time he would have been there to protect her. "No, man, I'll be okay once I see Faith."

Sully entered the hallway from the elevators with Emily and Charlie who made their way quickly over to Bosco.

"Bosco,…" Emily said.

He turned slowly around with tear-stained eyes. He pulled them both into his chest for a hug, not ever wanting to let them go. He loved them kids as if they were his own and he would kill anyone who ever tried to hurt them.

"Bosco, is mommy okay?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah." He smiled. "Your mommy is going to be just fine." He stood up and took them both by the hands. "Let's go see her." He said as he lead them down the hallway.