"The day Maurice Boscorelli gets married is the day that I die,"
"I hope you have good life insurance," Faith smiled. Sully shot a look at his young partner, then pulled his arms into his jacket.
"I don't know, Ty. Bosco's really wild about this girl," he retorted.
"You're really serious about this, Faith?" Ty raised his eyebrows. Faith nodded seriously as she shut her locker.
"I was there. I watched him fork over his credit-card and shove it in his pocket. He's serious about this girl,"
"Damn," Ty ran a hand through his close-cropped hair. "I never thought he'd be the type."
"He's usually not," Faith shrugged. She let her eyes slide to where her partner would usually be sitting, protesting the fact that they were talking about him as if he weren't there. He was late, not un-commonly. "But, I'm telling you. He's genuinely worried that he'll lose her and that'll be the second one he's let slip through his fingers."
"I don't blame him," Sully ad-libbed.
"Yea, but wasn't what's-her-name his fault?" Ty dawned a somewhat blank look.
"You do realize if she dies he'll blame it on himself, right?" Faith stared at him un-believingly. Duh, read Ty's face.
"It's all about him," Sully joked, trying to lighten the somber mood that had covered their corner. Their eyes fixated on the door as they heard a tuneful whistle echo in the half-empty room.
"Act surprised, would ya?" Faith asked. Her two insignificant others nodded in response. Bosco sauntered in, fully dressed and whistling soulfully. He smiled broadly at the officers who stared back at him with expecting gazes.
"Hello," he sang, stopping in the middle of floor.
"Hi," they answered hesitantly.
"You're late, Bos," Faith broke the ice.
"Yea, sorry about that. I had to do some stuff," Bosco apologized sincerely. His words blew Sully and Davis away. Faith, on the other hand, grinned knowingly.
"What kind of stuff?" Ty cleared his throat.
"I had to stop by the hospital," Bosco raised an eyebrow, shooting Ty a strange look. When did he start caring?
"Anything else?" Sully joined in. Faith rolled her eyes to the ceiling, praying silently the men didn't give themselves way. Subtlety was the word. Bosco racked his brain.
"Nope," he shook his head.
"You sure? Nothing important happened this morning... or anything like that?" Ty nearly jumped over the subject. Bosco smirked to himself, knowing perfectly good and well what they were hinting at. It was written all over their faces. From Faith's near-cringing, to Ty's stupefied expression, to Sully's... Well, Sully looked like he always did - cool, calm, and collected.
"I wouldn't really expect you to know anything about it," Bosco answered.
"Why's that?"
"Because it's something only engaged men would know about," Bosco grinned. Faith's face exploded with relief as Sully and Davis crowded around Bosco, slapping him on the back. They congratulated him with a chorus of way to goes, good catches, and atta' way Tigers.
"So, uh, when's your wedding?" Ty asked.
"In July," Bosco grinned at the sound of 'your wedding'.
"Hey, Boscorelli! You've got a phone call on line 6!" Sergeant Christopher shouted into the dressing room. Bosco sneered invisibly at the resident Big Cheese ass-kissing hothead who didn't deserve his position. He plastered a smile on his face, then strode over to the phone that was mounted on the wall. "As for you three. I want you in the attendance room in 15 seconds or it's lock-up duty for all of you!"
"Yes, Sergeant," Bosco smiled as he watched his friends mumble and grumble out of the room. He took the phone off the hook and pressed *6.
"Boscorelli,"
"Mr. Boscorelli, this is Dr. Nichols over at Angel of Mercy. I have some rather bad news for you, sir," a grim voice answered. A few moments later, Bosco solemnly placed the receiver back on the hook and punched his fist against the cork bulletin board. He didn't even wince at the pain that shot up and down his bones and nerves.
Maybe this wedding was going to happen sooner than expected.
"I hope you have good life insurance," Faith smiled. Sully shot a look at his young partner, then pulled his arms into his jacket.
"I don't know, Ty. Bosco's really wild about this girl," he retorted.
"You're really serious about this, Faith?" Ty raised his eyebrows. Faith nodded seriously as she shut her locker.
"I was there. I watched him fork over his credit-card and shove it in his pocket. He's serious about this girl,"
"Damn," Ty ran a hand through his close-cropped hair. "I never thought he'd be the type."
"He's usually not," Faith shrugged. She let her eyes slide to where her partner would usually be sitting, protesting the fact that they were talking about him as if he weren't there. He was late, not un-commonly. "But, I'm telling you. He's genuinely worried that he'll lose her and that'll be the second one he's let slip through his fingers."
"I don't blame him," Sully ad-libbed.
"Yea, but wasn't what's-her-name his fault?" Ty dawned a somewhat blank look.
"You do realize if she dies he'll blame it on himself, right?" Faith stared at him un-believingly. Duh, read Ty's face.
"It's all about him," Sully joked, trying to lighten the somber mood that had covered their corner. Their eyes fixated on the door as they heard a tuneful whistle echo in the half-empty room.
"Act surprised, would ya?" Faith asked. Her two insignificant others nodded in response. Bosco sauntered in, fully dressed and whistling soulfully. He smiled broadly at the officers who stared back at him with expecting gazes.
"Hello," he sang, stopping in the middle of floor.
"Hi," they answered hesitantly.
"You're late, Bos," Faith broke the ice.
"Yea, sorry about that. I had to do some stuff," Bosco apologized sincerely. His words blew Sully and Davis away. Faith, on the other hand, grinned knowingly.
"What kind of stuff?" Ty cleared his throat.
"I had to stop by the hospital," Bosco raised an eyebrow, shooting Ty a strange look. When did he start caring?
"Anything else?" Sully joined in. Faith rolled her eyes to the ceiling, praying silently the men didn't give themselves way. Subtlety was the word. Bosco racked his brain.
"Nope," he shook his head.
"You sure? Nothing important happened this morning... or anything like that?" Ty nearly jumped over the subject. Bosco smirked to himself, knowing perfectly good and well what they were hinting at. It was written all over their faces. From Faith's near-cringing, to Ty's stupefied expression, to Sully's... Well, Sully looked like he always did - cool, calm, and collected.
"I wouldn't really expect you to know anything about it," Bosco answered.
"Why's that?"
"Because it's something only engaged men would know about," Bosco grinned. Faith's face exploded with relief as Sully and Davis crowded around Bosco, slapping him on the back. They congratulated him with a chorus of way to goes, good catches, and atta' way Tigers.
"So, uh, when's your wedding?" Ty asked.
"In July," Bosco grinned at the sound of 'your wedding'.
"Hey, Boscorelli! You've got a phone call on line 6!" Sergeant Christopher shouted into the dressing room. Bosco sneered invisibly at the resident Big Cheese ass-kissing hothead who didn't deserve his position. He plastered a smile on his face, then strode over to the phone that was mounted on the wall. "As for you three. I want you in the attendance room in 15 seconds or it's lock-up duty for all of you!"
"Yes, Sergeant," Bosco smiled as he watched his friends mumble and grumble out of the room. He took the phone off the hook and pressed *6.
"Boscorelli,"
"Mr. Boscorelli, this is Dr. Nichols over at Angel of Mercy. I have some rather bad news for you, sir," a grim voice answered. A few moments later, Bosco solemnly placed the receiver back on the hook and punched his fist against the cork bulletin board. He didn't even wince at the pain that shot up and down his bones and nerves.
Maybe this wedding was going to happen sooner than expected.