Chapter 6
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Sorry this story seems to be turning into a novel! :o) It has a mind of it's own!
Faith left Bosco's room, and slammed the door on her way out. As she was leaving she passed Bosco's doctor. He noticed she was crying, but wasn't sure what to say, so he said nothing. Instead he went to check on his patient.
When he entered he found Bosco staring at the television on the wall. "You know, the picture is usually more interesting when the TV is turned on." He forced a smile hoping to get some reaction from his patient.
Bosco turned to glare at the doctor. He held the stare as he turned the TV on, and then returned his stare to the screen.
"Your partner was crying when she left."
"And that's your business how?" snarled Bosco.
"Just thought you might want to talk about it."
"If I did it wouldn't be with you!"
"With an attitude like that it's not surprising someone used you for a baseball."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean!"
"Think about it Officer." The doctor left, and Bosco sat looking at the closed door trying to figure out why his doctor had turned on him.
Faith cried the whole way home; people on the subway kept staring at her, but she didn't care. Bosco's words had cut like a knife, and she wasn't prepared for them. However, the more she thought about it she realized that his words hurt so badly because there was a lot of truth behind them. He finally told her what he really thought. She couldn't blame him for being angry, but that didn't make it hurt any less.
She made her way into the bedroom where she collapsed onto the bed, and cried herself to sleep.
It was almost midnight when Bosco was discharged from the hospital. He would have been out sooner, but he had to find someone who was going to "take care of him" for the next couple of days. Normally that wouldn't have taken very long, but since he had chased Faith away it made the task more difficult.
He had called the station in hopes that Davis was still there. He figured Ty would pick him up and dump him off at his apartment, but as Bosco's luck would have it Sully was the only one from the third watch who was still there. So he reluctantly asked Sully, and Sully reluctantly agreed.
"How come Faith isn't here to take you home?" questioned Sully.
"Uh…she had something she had to take care of."
"At midnight?"
"Yeah. You got a problem with that?"
"No. Not at all."
They rode the rest of the way in silence. Sully knew something was up because Faith was always there for Bosco. Yokas and Boscorelli were an unlikely pair, but through thick and thin they stuck by each other.
He followed Bosco up to his apartment. "Thanks Sully, but I can handle it from here."
"I just figured I'd give you a hand. Your apartment's probably a mess since it was a crime scene, and I doubt anyone bothered to clean up after they dusted for prints."
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that."
The two officers worked quietly as they straightened up Bosco's apartment. Sully finally broke the silence just before he left.
"Hey Boscorelli."
Bosco didn't reply; instead he just turned toward the older officer. "I know you and I don't see eye to eye very often, but if you need anything don't hesitate to call me. Anytime, doesn't matter."
Bosco looked down at the floor then back at Sully before quickly nodding his head.
"Oh, and another thing. Whatever's going on between you and Yokas. Don't let it drag on too much longer. You're a good pair, and I'd hate to see something come between you." Sully headed out the door.
"Hey Sully."
"Yeah."
"Thanks…you know, for picking me up and stuff."
"No problem. Just don't go telling anybody. I don't need the guys thinking I got soft or anything."
Bosco got a mischievous grin on his face, and pointed at Sullivan. "Sully I think you're a couple doughnuts past soft."
Sullivan threw his hands in the air. "Why do I even bother?"