Talk to Me
Chapter 6
They ordered a pizza when they got back to Bosco's apartment. After ten minutes of debate the two officers finally agreed on ordering a pepperoni pizza. Bosco wanted pineapple and Canadian bacon, and Faith had wanted sausage and mushrooms. However Bosco refused to eat anything that was part of the fungus family, and Faith couldn't figure out how an Italian boy could want pineapple on his pizza.
The rest of the day was rather uneventful for the partners. Most of their time was spent discussing Faith's kids or making fun of the people on talk shows that were complaining about their problems.
At one point Faith had looked at Bosco with a wide grin on her face. "Remember that day you confronted Nicole about being a slut?"
"Like I could forget that."
"You should have waited. It would have been a perfect topic for this show. You could have made an ass out of yourself on national TV," she laughed.
"Low blow Yokas. Low blow," but he couldn't help but grin. He knew he had made a huge mistake back then, so all he could do now was try to laugh about it.
Faith was happy with how the day was turning out. Bosco still wasn't himself, but she felt that as the day went on he loosened up a little, and was able to relax. There were times he grew quiet, but on the whole it seemed like he was thinking less about the incident with Hobart.
It was a little after eight o'clock when the phone rang. Bosco answered it, "Yeah."
"Hey Boscorelli. Is Yokas still there?"
"Hang on." He looked at Faith a little puzzled. "It's for you. Who other than Fred knows you're here?"
She shrugged. "Just give me the phone." He handed it to her. "This is Faith."
Bosco sat listening to the one-sided conversation trying to figure out who had called. The conversation didn't last long. "So who was it?"
"It was the Lieutenant," Faith answered flatly.
"What'd he want? How did he know you were here?"
"He gave me the night off last night to go look for you. Then I called him when I got you back here. Remember? It took forever to find your phone."
"Hate to break it to you Faith, but I don't remember a whole lot from last night."
"Yeah, that reminds me. You called me a bitch last night."
"No I didn't."
"Please Bosco. I was the sober one. I think I remember."
"What else did I do?"
"Well, you wanted to fight me because I was trying to get your car keys. Other than that you just puked a lot. Oh, yeah," she laughed, "and at one point you told me to shoot you if you puked again."
"Sorry."
"No big deal, but if you ever call me a bitch again; drunk or sober, I will shoot you."
"Yes ma'am. It'll never happen again," he put his left hand in the air with three fingers together. "Scout's honor."
She burst out laughing. "Bosco that'd be a lot more comforting if you had ever been a scout."
"You know so much about me it's starting to scare me." He paused. "So, back to the phone call. What'd Lieu want?"
Faith took a deep breath. "Hobart's funeral is tomorrow."
Bosco's eyes narrowed. His relaxed demeanor now gone. Faith could tell he was now on edge.
"So?" Just the mention of Hobart's name had changed the tone of Bosco's voice, and his body language.
"Lieu talked to Dr. Miller--" Bosco stood up and headed toward his bedroom. Faith stood up as well. "Bosco hear me out!" He stopped, but didn't turn around. "They think it would be good for you to go."
"Why?!" He turned to face her.
"They think it would be good for you to say goodbye, and maybe it will ease some of the pain."
"Ease the pain? How exactly will going to his funeral ease my pain?!"
"Bosco you need to let it out. You need to do something. You have to move on with your life. It's like when Hobart died you died too."
"Maybe I was dead before that Faith!"
"No! You weren't!" she looked at him with sad eyes. She couldn't hold it in any longer. She had to tell him how she felt. "You can call me selfish, but I want my partner back. I want back the Bosco who rubs people the wrong way. Who goes into a dangerous situation guns blazing with no back up. I want the sarcastic, fun-loving, loud mouth Bosco back. I miss my best friend."
"Well he's not around anymore! Get used to it!" He turned abruptly, went into his room and slammed the door.
Faith sat back down on the couch; her head in her hands.
Chapter 6
They ordered a pizza when they got back to Bosco's apartment. After ten minutes of debate the two officers finally agreed on ordering a pepperoni pizza. Bosco wanted pineapple and Canadian bacon, and Faith had wanted sausage and mushrooms. However Bosco refused to eat anything that was part of the fungus family, and Faith couldn't figure out how an Italian boy could want pineapple on his pizza.
The rest of the day was rather uneventful for the partners. Most of their time was spent discussing Faith's kids or making fun of the people on talk shows that were complaining about their problems.
At one point Faith had looked at Bosco with a wide grin on her face. "Remember that day you confronted Nicole about being a slut?"
"Like I could forget that."
"You should have waited. It would have been a perfect topic for this show. You could have made an ass out of yourself on national TV," she laughed.
"Low blow Yokas. Low blow," but he couldn't help but grin. He knew he had made a huge mistake back then, so all he could do now was try to laugh about it.
Faith was happy with how the day was turning out. Bosco still wasn't himself, but she felt that as the day went on he loosened up a little, and was able to relax. There were times he grew quiet, but on the whole it seemed like he was thinking less about the incident with Hobart.
It was a little after eight o'clock when the phone rang. Bosco answered it, "Yeah."
"Hey Boscorelli. Is Yokas still there?"
"Hang on." He looked at Faith a little puzzled. "It's for you. Who other than Fred knows you're here?"
She shrugged. "Just give me the phone." He handed it to her. "This is Faith."
Bosco sat listening to the one-sided conversation trying to figure out who had called. The conversation didn't last long. "So who was it?"
"It was the Lieutenant," Faith answered flatly.
"What'd he want? How did he know you were here?"
"He gave me the night off last night to go look for you. Then I called him when I got you back here. Remember? It took forever to find your phone."
"Hate to break it to you Faith, but I don't remember a whole lot from last night."
"Yeah, that reminds me. You called me a bitch last night."
"No I didn't."
"Please Bosco. I was the sober one. I think I remember."
"What else did I do?"
"Well, you wanted to fight me because I was trying to get your car keys. Other than that you just puked a lot. Oh, yeah," she laughed, "and at one point you told me to shoot you if you puked again."
"Sorry."
"No big deal, but if you ever call me a bitch again; drunk or sober, I will shoot you."
"Yes ma'am. It'll never happen again," he put his left hand in the air with three fingers together. "Scout's honor."
She burst out laughing. "Bosco that'd be a lot more comforting if you had ever been a scout."
"You know so much about me it's starting to scare me." He paused. "So, back to the phone call. What'd Lieu want?"
Faith took a deep breath. "Hobart's funeral is tomorrow."
Bosco's eyes narrowed. His relaxed demeanor now gone. Faith could tell he was now on edge.
"So?" Just the mention of Hobart's name had changed the tone of Bosco's voice, and his body language.
"Lieu talked to Dr. Miller--" Bosco stood up and headed toward his bedroom. Faith stood up as well. "Bosco hear me out!" He stopped, but didn't turn around. "They think it would be good for you to go."
"Why?!" He turned to face her.
"They think it would be good for you to say goodbye, and maybe it will ease some of the pain."
"Ease the pain? How exactly will going to his funeral ease my pain?!"
"Bosco you need to let it out. You need to do something. You have to move on with your life. It's like when Hobart died you died too."
"Maybe I was dead before that Faith!"
"No! You weren't!" she looked at him with sad eyes. She couldn't hold it in any longer. She had to tell him how she felt. "You can call me selfish, but I want my partner back. I want back the Bosco who rubs people the wrong way. Who goes into a dangerous situation guns blazing with no back up. I want the sarcastic, fun-loving, loud mouth Bosco back. I miss my best friend."
"Well he's not around anymore! Get used to it!" He turned abruptly, went into his room and slammed the door.
Faith sat back down on the couch; her head in her hands.