Title: Inside, Everyone's Hiding – 'Too Many Voices'
Author: Demelza
Email: demelza81@yahoo.co.nz
Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me. They belong to Edward Allen Bernero and John Wells and a bunch of other people that I've never met before. Please don't sue. The characters of Josie and Ashley belong to me.
Rating: PG-13, for Angst, a few cuss words and adult themes.
Spoilers: Up to and including 'Falling'.
Category: Bosco and Faith angst, Gusler fan fic.
Summary: Gusler's annoyed at Bosco and Faith's continuous bickering, so he decides it's time they sorted it out.
A/N: Picks up one and a half weeks after the first part of 'Inside, Everyone's Hiding'. I ended the other story with everyone wondering what happened next between Bosco and Faith...this story tells you what, but almost only from Gusler's pov. Oh yeah, another story where the F-word isn't used, but this time by F-word I mean F**d as well as F**k. :P
Dedication: For Angie, Bee, and CCA, and everyone else for all their wonderful feedback, you all know who you are ;)

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A young girl is running across a large field of grass in Central Park. The sound of two hearts pounding echo beat-after-beat. Running behind her is a young boy with dark hair. Young cousins, as well as best friends, she turns back to him laughing. 'You'll never catch me Steve!' her young voice hollers. Laughter fills the air from both children when suddenly everything fades and the sound of wailing sirens blanket the air with a dark fear.

Everything flashes at once, lots of shouting and misunderstood words. Eight year old Steve stands alone in the dark hallway, dressed in light blue pyjamas clutching a brown teddy bear to his chest. His face is filled with fear, tears roll down his cheeks as he sees a gurney being wheeled from the apartment next door. Her name is caught in his throat as he sees the paramedics do heart compressions on her fragile chest. 'Bad asthma attack' one paramedic says. 'She probably won't make it' the other adds.

A blank stare from his heartbroken aunt, and then suddenly a loud thud and Steve Gusler's eyes open wide. His heart is pounding, and all he knows is he's lying flat on his stomach, neck hurting from the uncomfortable way he'd simply 'crashed' on the floor at two o'clock earlier that morning.

Steve moaned, brining his left arm out from under him and up in front of his face. The face on the watch read quarter to three.

"Aw crap," he mumbled. He was going to be late for his shift.

~

Steve arrived at work in record time with only a minute to spare as he hurriedly changed into his uniform and made his way to roll call. Sergeant Christopher was briefing everyone to be on the watch out for Freddie Jameson, an escaped convict with seven assault charges. "Be alert people, we want to catch this guy." The Sergeant said.

Steve went over and sat down in the only spare seat beside Officer Faith Yokas, his temporary partner for the last little while. He wondered why she and her real partner, Maurice Boscorelli, better known as Bosco, still weren't working together yet. There was a lot of tension between them, hell he'd been witness to four major arguments in the last week and a half since the night Faith had taken her sergeants exam. Please partner me with someone else, please, please… he begged inwardly, as much as he loved working with Faith, listening to her bitch about Bosco one more time would drive him up the wall.

"Boscorelli and Sullivan, you'll take sector seven. Yokas and Gusler, sector nine."

"Aw crap." He groaned, instantly receiving a whack in the arm from Faith.

"Be lucky you're working with me and not Bosco or some other officer." She said to him in a low voice.

Oh yeah, not to forget the mini lecture. He rolled his eyes.

Sergeant Christopher dismissed them all and Steve quickly rose to his feet, heading straight out of there to sign-out his radio.

He was out waiting in the car within a few minutes later, it seemed like ages before he saw Faith come out of the precinct, talking to Bosco. Just by their body language alone he could tell they were having another argument. Faith shouted something to Bosco that he could barely hear and stormed off, headed directly for their car, while Bosco went over to his and John Sullivan's car, mumbling something under his breath.

Steve swallowed as the driver's side door opened and Faith climbed in, sighing deeply. "Everything okay?" He asked nonchalantly.

She looked at him, frown etched across her face. "Why ask if you don't mean it?" She asked abruptly, starting the car but still looking at him, waiting for his reply.

"Hey, I asked, didn't I?" He said back, shaking his head as he looked out the side window.

"What, we're doing Bosco impersonations now?" She asked angrily. He sighed, rolling his eyes. "What the hell is your problem this week, Steve?"

He sighed, hearing the frustration in her tone. He turned back to her. "You and Bosco are always fighting! And then you get in the car and you bitch about him through the entire shift!" He said fast, not wanting to let her get a word in until he'd finished.

"What?"

He cleared his throat a little. "If it's not how he fills in a report wrong, it's how he's a manic driver. And, if it's not that, you're bitching about his 'attitude' and his disrespect for the Badge! Thing is, I can totally understand that you're pissed at him, that's why I'm here working with you and he's partnered with Sullivan. But really...you gotta bitch about him through the entire shift?"

Faith groaned, shaking her head. "Is that what this is about?"

"You're not the only one with problems! Okay? You and Bosco...look, I don't know what the hell is up with you two, but you really gotta stop dragging me into it. I could care less. I have my own problems, I don't need yours on top of it!"

The frown on Faith's face changed to something of shock and realisation. She looked out the windscreen, letting out a breath.

"I'm sorry, I love working with you, ma'am. Hell, outta you and Bosco, I'd rather work with you. But if you keep talking about him, I swear to God I'll go mad."

Steve looked at her a moment longer, she just stared back at him in shock. He looked out his side window. He hated what he'd done, but all this shit with bitching about Bosco was enough to make any sane person crazy. All he wanted was a normal shift with no 'Bosco this, Bosco that'. He closed his eyes momentarily and opened them again, sighing. "I'm sorry."

"No, you're right." Faith replied, he looked at her and she shrugged slightly. "I've been inconsiderate, I'm the one who should be sorry. I dumped my problems on you, and, well that wasn't very fair."

Steve let out a breath. "I don't mind that you talk about him, just, I don't understand what's going on between you that you're fighting like this." He said, watching the expression on her face change as she looked out the windscreen.

"Nothing is..." she swallowed, looking directly at him. "It'll pass."

"I hope so." He replied, looking out the window again as Faith put the car in gear and pulled out onto the road. They were driving along the road when he swore he heard her utter the words 'I hope so, too'.

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The next two hours of their shift went by slowly, neither officer said a word as they patrolled their sector.

"We should call in for a short break." Faith said, looking at Steve for a moment before pulling the car into a car park outside his favourite Diner.

He made the call into Central to inform them of their break before they both climbed out of the car and went into the Diner. Faith chose a booth nearest the window to keep an eye on the car while Steve went up and ordered a burrito and packet of fries each for them both. He brought them back over and sat down opposite her.

"Thanks." She said.

Steve smiled, picking up a fry and eating it. "Mmm, these are great."

Faith nodded, taking a bite of her burrito. "So..." she begun, waiting until she'd finished the mouthful of food she had before continuing. "Is everything okay with you?"

He looked at her, frozen for a split few seconds. He swallowed, nodding. "Yeah, everything's fine."

"Well, in the car, you said...you had your own problems...?"

"Oh." Steve replied, he smiled, shaking his head. "I was just saying that to get you to shut up," he grinned, getting a chuckle from Faith.

"You sure?" She asked, but didn't give him a chance to reply before she continued, "Because, the last couple of weeks since the shooting, you've been kind of quiet."

"Yeah. I'm fine. Really."

Faith nodded, but he could tell she didn't believe him.

He ate a few fries, then shrugged slightly. "Dreams," he uttered, swallowing the food in his mouth.

"Dreams?" She asked, giving him her full attention. "About that day?"

"No. It's uh, when I was eight, my cousin...Ashley...she uh, she died."

Faith tilted her head to the left slightly and a sympathetic frown appeared on her face. "Oh geez, I'm so sorry, Steve."

"Me too." He nodded, eating another fry. "My aunt, she blamed me...see, Ashley and I, we'd spent a few hours down at Central Park that afternoon, just running around. But, I never knew..." He swallowed hard, almost choking on the lump that was rising in his throat. "That she uh, that she had real bad Asthma. She just thought she was puffed from over exerting herself, I thought so too, but...it didn't clear up, she just got worse. A few hours' later paramedics were called. She..." he swallowed again. "Died. They couldn't revive her."

"I'm so sorry." Faith repeated. "I had no idea."

Steve looked up at his superior officer, a sole tear streamed down her face, and he was a little surprised when she made no effort to wipe it away. "It's the way the cookie crumbles, you know?" He said to her. "Life's a bitch, nothing you can do to change the past."

"No," she replied, "There isn't."

"It ah, happened thirteen years ago last Saturday."

There was a silent moment. "That's when we went by the cemetery?" Faith asked back.

He nodded, swallowing.

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It took Steve every part of him that he could just to walk over to Ashley's tombstone where he found her mother and father standing there, crying still at the loss of their only child. He swallowed hard and stopped a few feet away. He hadn't seen them since the day of her funeral.

His Aunt cried more, turning to him with hurt and angered eyes. "Get away!" She shouted.

Steve swallowed again, "I-I just came to see her." He said, his voice trembling as he fought the tears he was trying not to shed.

"Isn't it bad enough you killed her!?" His uncle asked, holding his wife tight in his arms. "We don't want you here, now leave!"

"She was my best friend!" Steve said to him in a firm voice, yet so unable to hold back the tears anymore as they rolled down his face. "I loved her."

"You didn't love her, you murdered her!" His Aunt cried. "If you loved her, you wouldn't have made her go to that stupid park with you!"

"I did love her! I loved her enough to give her the best afternoon of her life! That's what she told me, she told me when we walked home that afternoon that she was sick of being trapped inside and not being able to live a fun filled life. But you don't know that, you never listened to her! So don't you *dare* tell me I didn't love her! Because I did, I loved Ashley with all my heart. She was the best friend I ever had!"

As the words escaped his lips, he felt a release of the weights on his shoulder at never being able to tell them what Ashley had told him that fateful day. "If you loved her," he started again, "You would come here every second weekend, through wind, rain or snow and place flowers by her tomb, say a prayer for her. But you don't! The only day you come is when the guilt hits you the most. On her Birthday, at Christmas...and the day she died."

Steve stepped backwards, shaking his head at them. "But even then, you only come because you have to, not because you want to." He didn't say another word, just stepped over to Ashley's tombstone and removed a single purple Pansy from his jacket pocket, her favourite flower, and placed it on top of it.

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No sooner after they had finished their fifteen minute break, Steve and Faith were called to a motor vehicle accident up on Main, assisting 55-Charlie. The first thing that came into Steve's mind was 'Oh please don't let Bosco and Yokas fight again.' If they had one more pathetic argument like the other day, he swore he wouldn't be responsible for his actions.

"You ate the last bagel?" Bosco asked, making Steve look up from the desk where he and Faith were working at. Bosco stood there with an empty bagel carton in his hand, Sully was at his side trying to get him to just leave it alone. "Faith!?" Bosco repeated, his voice louder, his tone angry.

Faith looked up at him, shaking her head. "What? No, I didn't," she replied defensively.

Steve swallowed hard as Bosco dumped the box on the report Faith was working on. Oh hell no, were the first words to jump into his mind.

Faith dropped the pen in her hand and her eyes met Steve's, even he could tell just by the way she set her jaw and let out a long breath that she was pissed off. He swallowed again as she stood up, pushing the chair back as she did so. She turned to Bosco, picking up the box and shoving it back at him. "You *had* to do that?" She asked, her voice calm and straight.

"Well, did you have to eat the last bagel?" Bosco asked back.

"I didn't eat the last damn bagel, Bosco!" Faith replied with anger at his accusation.

"Yeah, sure you didn't." He replied in mock belief. He shoved the box back in Faith's arms which set her off to shove it back into his arms. "If you're gonna eat the last bagel, you can keep the damn box!" Bosco's voice rose, he tossed the box onto Faith's report again.

Steve couldn't believe his eyes. It was like watching seven year old girls fighting over the new girl in the class. He shook his head, about to say something when he caught glimpse of Sully shaking his head at him. Sully's right, he thought. If they were going to have a fight, it was wise to not get into the middle of it. He learnt that two days earlier when they were having a fight over incorrect details on a report they were filling out together from an old case they were closing up.

Faith's eyes didn't even shift to the dust and crumbs that were now spilled over her almost finished report. "You probably ate it yourself." She remarked, keeping her ground as Bosco angrily let out a groan.

"I did not eat it!"

"Probably did!"

"Well, I'm telling you I didn't!"

"And neither did I!"

"You did too!"

"I did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did!"

"Didn't!"

There was an ear-piercing whistle and all four officers looked behind Sully. Sergeant Christopher was standing there, almost half-eaten bagel in his hand. "Just what the hell is going on here?!" He demanded, looking between Bosco and Faith.

Seeing what was in his hand, Faith looked back at Bosco, huffing slightly. "And you accused me of eating the last bagel?" She asked, shaking her head. He looked over at her, an expression on his face that read something of embarrassment and shock. "Next time get your facts right before you start accusing me of anything, jerk." She said and picked up her report. She very quickly dusted it off and shoved past Bosco and Sergeant Christopher.

Faith pulled the car up by the footpath four cars back from the MVA, and right up behind 55-Charlie's squad car. Steve was the first out of the car and was instantly called over by Sully who needed help questioning witnesses. Faith, on the other hand, went to give Bosco a hand keeping watchers-by out of Doc and Carlos' way as they worked on the sole injured driver in the two-car smash-up.

While Doc and Carlos did their thing, also waiting for FDNY to arrive with the Jaws of Life, Steve worriedly looked over at Faith and Bosco. He could see them give each other glares and just by watching their faces he could tell they were sniping at each other again.

"I don't know why she bothers." Sully grumbled, getting his attention a few minutes later. Sully dismissed the last witness and walked over to Steve, stopping beside him. "I heard she failed her sergeant's exam." The older officer said, bitterness in his tone. "And I bet it's all because of that no hopper partner of hers. She probably felt some stupid moral responsibility to always be there holding his bloody hand that she deliberately failed."

Steve looked sideways at him, somewhat disgusted by his comments. "They're partners...they've sworn to be there for each other."

"Yeah. But watching each others backs, not carrying the other's load every working day. I personally hope to see him permanently suspended, or at the very least transferred out of here."

"Geez, you really have it in for him."

Sully looked at him, no expression on his face. "No, I don't. I just don't like to see good cops being dragged down by their partner's."

Steve just shook his head. He went to comment back when those five words of relief filled the air. "It's open! Let's move him!" Doc shouted, the Fire Department had by now arrived and cut the man free from his Mazda Prelude. Doc and Carlos got the man out and strapped him to the gurney before wheeling him to the ambulance, and then loaded him inside. Doc was in the back with the man who had sustained serious head and back injuries, while Carlos was running to the driver's side of the bus when Doc called the younger paramedic to the back of the bus to help him with the man. The man was going into cardiac arrest and needed serious attention from both paramedics.

"We need a driver, a-sap!" Carlos called out in Steve and Sully's direction.

"I'll do it!" Steve replied without hesitation. Sully grabbed him by the arm to stop him, but he pulled free from his grip. "I used to drive my old man's delivery truck, I can do it." He said, not even stopping as he raced to the ambulance.

Within seconds the scream of the sirens filled the air and the ambulance was on its way.

"Well I never." Bosco remarked quietly to himself.

Sully walked over to Bosco and Faith, almost every passer-by having left or just started to walk away by now. "The driver of the other vehicle is a little shaken, I'll take him down to the hospital for a check over, then I'll take him to the house." The older officer informed them both, getting their attention. "You two continue patrolling sector nine, Gusler and I will take sector seven when we're done at the hospital."

"What?" Bosco and Faith both replied, Bosco shook his head.

Sully merely shook his head and walked away, leaving the two of them standing there.

There was a painfully silent minute between Bosco and Faith before either of them said or did anything. "I'll drive." Bosco said, not leaving Faith half a chance to protest or challenge his demand as he walked over to the squad car and climbed in the driver's side. She was sitting in the passenger seat a moment later and nothing else was said between them as Bosco moved the squad.

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"You ever thought of becoming a paramedic?" Steve heard Carlos ask as the paramedic walked over to where he stood by the coffee machine in the break room.

He looked over at Carlos, shrugging. "Not really. Always wanted to be a cop."

"With driving like that, if being a cop doesn't work out, you should really consider being a med. We can always use good driving like that. Isn't that right, Doc?" He asked as the door opened and the older paramedic walked in.

"What's that?" Doc asked back, rubbing his neck as he stepped into the room.

"We could always use good drivers for the buses."

"Oh. Yeah, but it takes more than speedy driving to become a paramedic," he replied, looking over at Steve, who was sipping the hot coffee he had just poured for himself. "Sully's out there, says he'll be ready to roll in five minutes."

"Thanks," Steve replied.

"Sure." Doc said, moving his gaze to Carlos who had just placed small change into the small basket for the drink he had just gotten for himself. "You ready?"

"As ever." Carlos mumbled as he brought the small foam cup to his lips and took a mouthful of his drink. "Catch ya later Gusler. Great driving." He smiled, walking past Doc, who also thanked Steve for helping them on the run.

"Glad to help," he replied, watching as Doc then turned and left, leaving him standing there alone. He had almost half finished his coffee when the door to the room opened again and Sully appeared in the doorway.

"You ready?"

"Yep," Steve replied, quickly drinking as much of the drink as he could before tipping the rest down the basin against the wall and tossing the foam cup in the trash can. "Where's Bosco and Yokas?"

"I made them take sector nine together. We'll swap back after dinner."

"Okay."

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As time rolled by and the hands on Steve's watch read quarter past seven, Sully called 55-David over the radio and had them meet them at the same small diner Steve and Faith had gone to earlier in their shift. They arrived and Sully put the car in park before both officer's climbed out and headed inside, waiting for Faith and Bosco to arrive.

They were waiting a quarter of an hour before the two officers pulled up outside and came in, joining Steve and Sully at the booth just opposite the main counter.

"You guys ready to order now?" The diner owner walked over and asked, pencil and notepad in her hand, ready to take their orders.

"Just the usual, thanks Deb," Steve replied, handing her his menu. Faith said the same, and Sully asked for a beef club sandwich with a side of fries.

"I'll just have whatever she's having," Bosco said motioning with his thumb over to Faith who sat to his right and not even looking at his menu.

The diner owner scribbled down their orders, "Be right back then," she said, taking all the menus and walking to the back of the diner and handing the cook the order.

The table was suddenly quiet and nothing more was said until the food was ready almost ten minutes later. Deb passed out the plates and also brought over a glass of orange juice for each of them. "It's on the house," she said just as Sully went to protest about having not ordered it.

As Deb walked away again, that's when the salt and ketchup was passed around the table. Steve looked around the table; everyone had started to eat now and were enjoying the hot meals they had been given. Faith and Bosco were eating the same dish of steak, eggs, bacon and mashed potatoes and gravy, while Sully gratefully ate his beef sandwich and fries, which he allowed everyone to have a few of.

He smiled inwardly as he watched them all, especially Faith and Bosco. It was pleasing to be around them when they weren't trying to bite each other's head off all the time. Happy, he started on his hot rice pudding and fresh fruit salad.

"So, how's the guy from the accident?" Faith asked Steve between mouthfuls.

"Critical condition. Sully and I called by Mercy on the way over here, they don't think he'll make it."

She didn't respond, just shook her head sadly at the news.

Everyone fell silent again, when the bell above the diner door rung and they all looked in that direction. A woman walked in, looking around her when her eyes settled on the four officers.

"Are you all right there ma'am?" Sully asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"Yes." The woman replied, her voice a near whisper as her eyes settled on Steve, sending feelings of unease through both himself and Faith, who, aside from Steve, was the only other person there who knew who she was. "Why are you doing this?" She asked, her voice shaking.

"Doing what?" Steve asked before any of the others could.

"Taking this place. It was Ashley's favourite diner, and you're stealing it from her memories." She said, breathless as she tried to control her tears. "Isn't it enough that you stole her from us? But you have to steal all her precious memories too?"

Faith set her utensils down, standing up to face the woman. "Ma'am, you might like to calm down, please."

"No!" The woman shouted back with anger fuelling her tone. "He stole my baby from me, I will not calm down!"

"Aunt Morgan, please." Steve pleaded, his own voice trembling as he fought off the tears.

"No," she repeated, lowering her voice as her lips quivered. Tears rolled down her face and she angrily wiped them away. "I will not let you steal her from me any more!"

"Just stop it!" He shouted back, "You're destroying her memory by blaming me, by not accepting the fact that what happened was no one's fault!"

Morgan Gusler's eyes narrowed and she shook her head again. "No. No! It's your fault that she's dead. It's your fault that I can't give her a kiss goodnight and tuck her in! You have taken what was precious to me, to Ashley, and butchered it into your own selfishness! And how dare you, you have no rights!"

He couldn't hold in the tears any more, and they rolled down his face uncontrollably. "Just stop it! Please!" He begged, wiping the tears from his cheeks. "Just stop it!"

Faith looked at her colleague, sorrow and sympathy for him flooding over her. She turned back to his Aunt, "We know you're hurting, but ma'am, I think you should leave."

"Don't you tell me what to do!" She slapped Faith hard across the face, causing Bosco to stand up defensively at her side, glaring at the other woman.

Faith rubbed her face, stopping Bosco from moving forward when he went to. She let out a to refrain from doing or saying anything she would later regret herself.

"If you don't leave right now, ma'am, I'll place you under arrest for assaulting an officer," Bosco said at Faith's side in a warning tone. "You really don't want that on your record."

Morgan stared over at Steve. "This isn't over." She told him with a promising anger before turning and leaving out the same door she had came in through.

Faith watched the woman leave, and slowly turned to Bosco, giving him a thankful smile, before she sat back down again.

As Bosco sat down in his seat again, Steve let out a long sigh, resting his head in his hands as he leant forward over the table. "She's right, it is all my fault."

"Why, what'd you do?" Bosco asked, but his tone was snide, so Faith whacked him in the arm. He quickly apologised for his tone and re asked.
"My cousin, when we were eight, she ah, she died...from a bad asthma attack." Steve replied, his eyes focusing on the table, though he knew all eyes were on him.

"Oh." Was all Bosco replied, he didn't say anything else, he didn't know what to say.

"That's not your fault, Steve," Faith reinforced, "It's no one's fault."

He let out a sigh. "Isn't it my fault? I was the one that took her to that stupid park to start with."

"Didn't you yourself say that she told you it was the best day of her life?" Faith gently asked, placing her hand over his.

Steve sniffed, a frown still on his face. Not wanting to reply, he stood up and walked out of the diner.

Frowning herself, Faith looked over at Sully and then to Bosco, neither looked at her, just kept their faces buried in their food. She let out a sigh, and stood up. "Great way to care about your colleagues," she muttered as she left.

At that moment, Bosco stood up, angered. "How the hell are we supposed to react, Faith?" He snapped.

"Oh no, not again," Sully muttered, though neither could hear him.

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Steve sat against the engine block of the RMP, tears streamed down his face, but he didn't care. Didn't care for the stares from the people as they walked past, didn't care for the fact he was letting his emotions be free for all the world to see. He just didn't care. He sat out there for what seemed like ages, when the doors to the diner opened and Bosco and Faith walked out, fighting again like usual. Why can't they just give it a break, he quietly asked. He swallowed, pushing himself off the front of the car as they approached, shortly followed by Sully who wore a disgruntled look on his face.

"Would you just give it a break, Faith!" Bosco shouted.

"No, you're an insensitive ass, Boz!" Faith replied.

Steve rolled his eyes. "Would you two just give it a break!" He shouted, both officers stopped and looked directly at him. Faith went to say something when he put up his hand. "No! I don't want to hear it, ma'am. You two need to grow up and sort out whatever problems you have with each other, because I'm sick of it! All right!?"

"Steve..." Faith said, but he pushed past her and went over to Sully's squad car. She shot Bosco a glare and whacked him in the arm.

Hearing Bosco wince, Steve turned back around, staring at them both. "You're like little children! Why don't you two just kiss and make up, and quit acting like little babies!" He shouted, feeling bad as he saw the looks on both their faces. But he shook that off and headed over to the squad car and climbed inside.

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As the warm rays of sunlight touched the bare skin of her back through the window, Faith stretched and yawned, sighing contentedly as she snuggled up next to the warm body beside her.

"You know," she began softly. "I'm pretty sure this wasn't what Gusler meant."

"Yeah, me either," Bosco replied, he lifted smiled over at Faith where they lay face to face. "But, I'm not complaining."

She smiled back. "No, you wouldn't." She replied.

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6 weeks and 3 days later

"Central to 55-Charlie and 55-David, MVA on South Hue Street, officers' involved."

Sully and Davis exchanged grim looks. "10-4, Central, 55-Charlie responding," Davis called back in his radio. Both officers' still held a grim look as they waited for 55-David's call back. There was none.

Without another word said between them, Sully put the car into drive and pulled out onto the street, doing a complete U-turn as he drove South along the road until he was seven roads down and pulled left along 86th Street.

"Isn't South Hue where Boscorelli and Yokas were patrolling?" Sully asked, looking over at Davis for a moment before turning his gaze back to the road.

"That's what I thought...wait, you don't think...no, because Central called in 55-David." Davis replied, his brow creased in thought as Sully turned right up ahead and they came to the one sight both officers thought they'd never see.

55-David's squad car was rammed into the back end of a garbage disposal truck, the front windshield was shattered and both officers' were unconscious. At least, Davis inwardly prayed that's what they were.

Sully pulled the squad car to a stop a short distance away; both officers' quickly climbed out and rushed over to the car.

"Bosco! Yokas!" Davis shouted, getting no response from either of the two. A cold shiver went over him as he saw the blood trickling down both of the officers' face; a rusted sheet of twisted metal with a point on it halfway through the front of the squad in front of Yokas. He shifted his gaze to her jacket and saw a pool of blood on the right side of her stomach. "Oh my god..." He whispered, mixtures of emotions and anger stuck in his chest as he stood back up and a sole tear streamed down his face. He looked over at Sully, no words being exchanged as they heard the wailing sirens from the Ambulance and Fire engine just two blocks away.

Continued in the Next Installment

'While the lives of his colleagues lie in the balance, Davis ponders his own life and actions he's taken and decides to take the next step in his relationship with Alex. The how's and why of the accident plague everyone's mind, until the true reason behind it is revealed and a shock arrest is made by the Detectives investigating the incident.'