Bosco laid in bed a long time after Faith fell asleep. Her warm naked body next to him soothed him yet he couldn't bring himself to close his eyes. He had been cold for so long. Faith had warmed him to his very soul. He looked at her. She was so sweet. So innocent. What could he give that Fred hadn't in the fifteen years they had been together. She had been right about all then woman. But none of them had touched him like she had.

Closing his eyes he thought about what Wednesday ment. It had been a long hard year of tragities in his life. Starting a year ago. No one should see what he and Faith saw that day. The crash, the explosions, the death. He had taken Noah's advice and told the shrinks what they wanted to hear to get out of seeing them but it was Faith that pulled his ass out of the hell he was in. The night she had called him to come over. The first night they made love....he was sitting on his couch, contiplating eating his own gun.

September eleventh had started his downward sprial. He lost a lot of good freinds that day. Faith had held his hand as he told countless family memebers that their husbands, wives or children would't be coming home. Bosco didn't go home that night or the next, or the next. He worked his sixteen hours and returned to ground zero to unbury the hero's of that day. Faith beside him most of the time. He had given him the strenth to carry on.

Then there was Faith's cancer. Bosco closed his eyes. God he wished he's done things so differnt there. She was so sick and he had his head so far up his ass feeling sorry for himself that he hadn't seen it. He hadn't seen a lot of things after nine eleven. Bosco had dropped the ball on several occasions. Opening his eyes he looked over at Faith's sleeping form. Turning over he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. A tear fell down his cheek.

"I promise I won't drop the ball this time Faith." He wispered and finally found sleep somewhere between three am and dawn.

*********

Faith sat on the edge of the bed and watched Bosco sleep. He was so child like and innocent. She knew better. Tomorrow was going to be tough on both of them. So many things had happened in a short year. Terrible things. Things that should never of happened. Starting that day three hundred and sixty-four days ago. The stress level they were both under was emence. But Bosco. He had recieved the brunt of it. His world came crashing down while she was hiding behind her cancer. And Fred.

Bosco could barley look at her for months after she had told the Lutentant that he need needed help. Then the whole Chevchenko, C. Note incedent. His temperary partner gunned down by hers. The panic attacks, little Susie....it just went on and on. He deserved to be happy. Deserved to be loved. She loved him so much it hurt sometimes. Could she deal with loving a man like him. Could he deal with her kids, her life. Smiling as he mumbled in his sleep, Faith laid next to him and touched his cheek.

"I don't know if we can make it Bosco, but if we make it though tomorrow I know we can make it though anything." She kissed him , got up and headed to the shower.

*******

Bosco slammed his locker door. Faith had left before he woke up this morning. She had taken the kids to school for eight and never returned. She left a note saying she'd meet him at work. It was now two forty-five and she was no where in sight. He had stopped to visit Sully and fill him in on how the furneral went. He looked a lot beter. Tatianna still hadn't come to see him. Bosco wanted to do something for Sully. Maybe he should track her down. The door opening brought Bosco out of his thoughts.

"Hey." Faith went to her locker. "You look like you lost your best friend. Bosco, whats up?"

"Have I Faith?" He straddled the bench and looked at her.

"Have you what?" She didn't look at him. Grabbing her vest she began strapping it on. Bosco stopped her, forcing her to look at him.

"Have I lost my best friend?" Faith saw a fear in his eyes she had only seen once in all the years she'd know him. She turned and staddled the bench and sat in front of him. Clasping his hands she looked into his eyes.

"Of course not Bosco. We made a promise that we'd always be friends, even if...."

"We couldn't be lovers?"

"Yeah." She smiled. "No matter what, I'll be here for you."

"Even when you find Mr. Perfect?" Faith sqeezed his hand.

"Don't even go there Bosco. I don't want to fight with you."

"Then don't." He pulled away from her and grabbed his jacket from his locker. "Just promise me something."

"If I can."

"Promise me if you ever start to feel like I'm pushing to hard or I'm going to fast or you just can't stand the sight of me anymore just say it. Don't feel you need to hide it from me. I couldn't take you hating me again Faith. Haiting me for wanting to love you." Faith stood up.

"I could never hate you Bosco. Never in a million years. And especially for wanting to love me." She put her hand on his shoulders.

"Are we going to make it past tomorrow Faith. Because right now I feel like the whole world is crashing down again." He took a deep breath and held back the tears. He needed to be strong but he couldn't not now, not today or even tomorrow. Maybe if he was lucky the day after that. Faith stood behind him and held him. resting her head on his shoulder.

"We're going to make it Bosco. There is no shame in felling guilty because we survived. There's no shame in cring for those who didn't." The door to the locker room opened.

"Roll call in five minutes ladies. Don't be late." Christopher yelled and headed to roll call.

"We're going to get though this together." She kissed his cheek. "Lets get to roll call before Jason has a cow." Faith grabbed her coat as Bosco wiped his eyes. She walked past him and he grabbed her arm.

"I love you Faith. Thank you."

"I love you too. Anytime." They kissed one last time and headed off to roll call and both prayed the night went by fast.