Author: BREATHLESSFAITH

Rating: PG-13 Language

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

A/N: Thanks for your replies. In this chapter you get to hear a little bit of what everyone is thinking.

WHEN DID HE 4

"SULLY! YOU TELL ME THAT WAS NOT BOSCO AND DAVIS!" Faith shouted at me as I turned away from the closed door and looked at her.

"I wish to god I could." I whispered in disbelief, shaking my head and looking back down at the floor.

I mean Crap...no one ever comes to see me here at my apartment. At my age I never remember my birthday why the hell would someone else?

I looked up when I heard the first gasp.

Faith had turned paper white, the sugar bowl she was holding was shaking dangerously in her hands.

I took two long strides and just managed to catch the sugar bowl with my left hand as it fell from her shaking ones.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I set it down on the table. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Faith's knees start to buckle as I realized she was gasping for air.

I caught her just in time. I picked her up and carried her over to the couch and gently laid her down.

A few moments later her breathing evened out and she opened her eyes, looking confused at me.

Then the fog cleared and she pushed herself into a sitting position.

"OH MY GOD SUL! THEY...HE...SAW...OH MY GOD! LOOK AT ME! I'M PRACTICALLY NAKED!" Faith shouted as she started gasping for air again.

"Faith! Faith look at me!" I ordered as I took her chin and tilted her face up so she was looking me in the eyes.

"You have to relax. I can't have you passing out again."

She nodded her head and tried to slow down her breathing.

"There you go. Nice slow breaths." I said not realizing I was patting her bare knee. "You got a grip on yourself now?"

"Soon as you stop patting my knee." she said looking down at my hand.

I jerked my hand away, like a school boy with his hand caught in the cookie jar.

"Sorry" I mumbled.

"It's alright." Faith said as I watched her eyes fill up with tears.

"Don't cry Faith." I forgot, worse thing to say to a woman was "don't cry"

Next thing I knew she'd flung her arms around my neck and was wailing in my ear.

All I could think of was, please don't let anyone come knocking now.

"Oh Sul! It's gonna be all over the precinct! That they saw me here with you...in your apartment.
practically naked." Faith cried as I gently pried her iron grip from around my neck. Sure it was nice...well at least until she started to cut off my air supply.

"Geez Faith...now you gotta get a grip on yourself! I mean we got nothing to be ashamed of." I said trying to calm her.

"Nothing to be ashamed of? You must be joking? I'm sitting here practically in your lap with nothing on but one of your work shirts and a pair of black lace panties! I know what I'd think if I'd been them!" She barked at me.

"Well I know it looks bad..but really Faith it could have looked a whole hell of a lot worse." I said trying to save the situation.

"It doesn't look bad Sul, it is bad!" Faith snapped pushing herself away from me so she could stand up. "They're gonna tell everyone what they think they know."

"Faith, Ty and Bosco aren't going to tell anyone anything. I guarantee you that."

"Come on Sul. Bosco may keep his mouth shut. But Davis! Cripes sometimes I wonder if he isn't a girl the way he blabs stuff."

"Faith! Would you give me a chance here!" I said getting frustrated.

I watched her mouth snap shut and her pacing came to an immediate halt, as she stood hands on her hips glaring at me.

If this had been any woman but Faith, I would have accepted her challenge tossed her over my shoulder and taken her back to bed.

However this is Faith. She wasn't challenging me and I couldn't take her back to bed, because we'd never been there to start with.

Not that anyone needed to know that.

"Faith, you didn't see the look on Bosco's face. He isn't about to let Davis say a word. I'd go so far as to say...right at this moment, he's probably telling Davis he's going to make him eat his gun, if he even thinks about what he saw in here."

Davis may have a few inches and a few pounds more on him than I have on me. I sure didn't let that stop me, from grabbing the front of his shirt and slamming him up against my mustang.

I'm pretty sure I lifted him up off his feet an inch or so. Blessedly he finally shut his mouth.

Here I thought no one could possibly out talk my mother when she was on a roll. I was wrong.

He didn't shut up the whole way down the stairs and out of Sully's building.

"Oh my god! I don't think she had anything on underneath that shirt Bos. Sully's shirt sure did look fine on her. I never really gave much thought to Faith out of uniform. Now I'm never gonna think of Faith in uniform."

That was when we reached my car and I reached for his shirt, slamming him up against it. At this point I could have cared less if I'd dented my car. I just wanted him to shut the hell up.

"Damn Bos...that hurt." He said shaking himself free of me.

"It's gonna hurt a lot more, if you breathe one word of what we just saw." I hissed at him, as I slammed my palm down on the roof of my car.

SHIT! I'm not even sure what the hell we saw.

I mean I know Faith was in one of Sully's shirts. One of Sully's way to many buttons, not buttoned shirts no less.

Plenty of reasons for that to happen. Not that I can think of one at 8:15 in the morning.

Lots of old friends have breakfast together. In their friends work shirts, barefoot, ruffled hair,
shoeless, in a t-shirt and jeans that aren't snapped shut!

"ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" I growled slamming my hand on the hood, making Davis jump.

"We saw Sully and Faith celebrating his birthday with breakfast. That's what we saw." Davis barked.

"THEY WEREN'T CELEBRATING ANYTHING!" I growled. How the hell could Sully have talked Faith into going to his apartment with him? He's a little old for her and besides Faith is married.
Okay Faith is married to Fred. But married is married. I think trying to rationalize the situation.

Wait! Maybe Sully didn't have to do any convincing. Faith has been checking him out all week. Along with every other man we've come into contact with, except for me!

I know married women go out looking for some strange...but this is Faith. She wouldn't...she couldn't. But she did, a tiny voice in the back of my head says.

"Hey Bos. Ya think her husband is going to try to kick Sully's ass when he finds out their fooling around?" Davis asks interrupting my contemplation of things.

"He's an idiot if he tries. Sully can kick his ass." Wait what the hell am I saying. For god's sake! Now I'm backing Sully up for having an affair with Faith.

An image of Faith in that shirt and her black lace bra in one hand flashed across my mind.

I almost moaned out loud at the thought, and I was realizing I wanted her to be in my shirt.

When did she start to become a woman to me and not just a partner?

I felt my jeans get a little snugger.

I got out my keys and looked at Davis..."Get in the car we're otta here."

TBC...