Title: Old Friends, New Beginnings

Author: Nyna Boscorelli

E-mail: nynaboscorelli@hotmail.com

Author's Note: This is my first ever Third Watch fanfiction.  It's a Bosco/Faith shipper.  Please read and review!  I'll take any all reviews, bad ones included.

Disclaimer: Still don't own them.

Chapter Four

     It was another slow day as Bosco and Faith finished up at a domestic dispute.  Those hit too close to home for both officers.  Bosco hated to be reminded of his childhood and Faith hated to be reminded of Fred.  As they climbed back into the RMP, neither one spoke.  It had been a month since their argument and things hadn't been the same since then.  Bosco still helped Faith out with Emily and Charlie, but there was tension between the two. 

     "Bos," Faith said suddenly.

     "Yeah," he grumbled in reply.

     "Pull over."

     "What?"

     "Pull over."

     "Where?"

     "Just, wherever.  I don't care where.  Just somewhere."

     "Okay."

     Bosco drove a few minutes longer until he reached the spot under the bridge by the river where they usually stopped to eat dinner.  Faith got out of the car and after standing on the shore for a few minutes with her eyes closed, she pulled her wedding ring off of her finger and threw it as hard as she could.  It hit the middle of the river with a clunk that was strangely satisfying to Faith.  She turned and walked back to the RMP, where Bosco was standing, looking at her questioningly.  She opened the door to the passenger side of the car, reached into the glove compartment and pulled out some papers, which she handed to Bosco before returning to the shore and beginning a walk along it.

     Bosco looked down at the papers Faith had just handed him.  "Dear Mrs. Yokas: This letter is to inform you that from this day forward, you are no longer married to Fred Yokas.  Your request for divorce has been granted by the court.  However, I regret to inform you that, due to your hours of employment, full custody has been awarded to Fred Yokas.  The conditions are laid out in the enclosed papers.  Sincerely, Mark Mankowitz, Attorney at Law," Bosco read aloud. 

     He looked up at the shore and saw Faith, now just a shadow against the setting sun.  He put the papers back in the car and ran down the shore after her, calling her name.

     "FAITH!" he shouted.

     Faith stopped and turned around.  Bosco closed the distance and saw that Faith was crying.  He pulled her into him and held her tight, "Oh God Faith.  I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry."

     They stood like that, Faith crying and Bosco rocking her back and forth, rubbing her back until their radio crackled to life.

     "Central to 55 David."

     "Go ahead Central," Bosco responded.

     "55 David we have reports of an MVA at 100 and Concorde.  Fire and EMS have been notified."

     "10-4 Central.  100 and Concorde."

     Faith had already pulled away from Bosco by the time he finished responding.  He dried her remaining tears and hugged her.  She pulled away and said, "Let's go direct traffic for the bucket boys."

     "You got it."

     They walked back to the car in silence.