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Note: I hope I'm doing okay with this. I was worried about adressing the 9/11 anerversery but I thought I might be able to handle it. If I don't tell me.
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Faith watched the sun fade behind the New York sky line. Everyday she missed the two toweres that stood pround in that sky line. Her life hadn't been a bed of roses before but after that day....so much had changed. The peolpe had become friendlier. The people they helped became more appricitive of their efforts. Why did it take thousands of people dieing to make them see that they had always been their to help. That the NYPD and FDNY had years of faithful valuante service long befor this tragity struck. Bosco, who had been rambling on about somthing stoped talking.
"Have you heard a word I said Faith?"
"Not really Bos, sorry."
"Davis and Winters are stopping at the diner. You want to go?"
"I could eat." Bosco pulled into the parking lot and turned off the car. He made no effot to get out.
"I'm sorry about this afternoon."
"Why? We were both there. We can't change what we saw Bosco."
"I know but I should be stronger then that."
"You can go back to being strong in a few days." She didn't look at him. Just stared out the widow. "My mom's taking the kids after the service tomorrow. She want to bring them to the burbs for some fun."
"Should they miss anymore school?"
"They were going to miss any way. I stopped by and got their homework and stuff this morning." She turned and looked at him. "I think we need to deal with this together. The kids want to go to church in the morning but mom will take them after that."
"Thank you Faith." He took her hand in his. "But shouldn't you be with the kids?"
"Bosco the kids saw only what they showed on TV. You and I were there. It's not gong to be an easy thing to deal with. I don't want either of us to be strong for anyone one tomorrow. We need to grieve. Neither of us wants the kids to see how it may or may not affect us. Hey let's go pig out, make ourselves feel beeter." She smiled. "I'll even let you buy."
"Gee thanks." They got out and headed into the resturaunt. "Have you noticed how quiet it's been?"
"Don't jinx it Bos. It's only eight o'clock." Davis and Winter were already there. They looked up when they heard Faith and Bosco come to the table.
"Hey Bos did I thank you for braking my partner?"
"Any time Davis, any time." Bosco and Faith sat on either side of the other officers. "Blame it on the rain." Bosco smiled as the waitress came up to the table.
"What can I get you?" They gave their orders and she left the table.
"You guys ready for tomorrow?" Winter looked at Bosco.
"Can you ever be ready for something like that?" The waitress brought them their drinks.
"We're dealing. You?" Faith looked at Ty.
"I'm doing alright."
"Yeah, getting by." Winter looked into his cup. "I have tomorrow off. My wedding anaversery. I have a standing request in." Winter looked at Faith. "So does she. She worked on the 67 th floor. Tower one." He smiled. "I guess there is a reason to stay married seventeen years, Huh." Faith looked at him.
"Lucky she didn't want a summer wedding." Faith looked at Bosco.
"I started believeing in mircles that day. If it had been the day before or the day after I don't know what I would of done. We lost a lot of friends that day but at least we have each other." They had been part of a lot of the sad stories but they heard very few of the happy ones.
"You really got lucky their Winter." Bosco smiled. Winter handed him a picture of his wife holding a baby.
"Miricle....she's three months old." Bosco looked at Winter. "They told us we'd never have kids. Desert Storm...."
"She's beautiful man." He handed the picture to faith. "You got a great family." Bosco stood up. "Excuse me guys." He headed to the bathroom.
"He okay Faith?"
"Yeah. No more off then usaul." She watched him go and wished she could go help him.
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Bosco ran the cold water. He spashed some on his face.
"Get a grip Boscorelli. You need to get your shit together." He looked into the mirror. The man that was there yesterday was gone. The man who had the love of the only woman he ever cared about was replaced by a cold hearted son of a bitch that he used to be. He needed to step back. Needed to clear his mind of all the shit going tough it. There was a knock on the door.
"Bos, you okay?" He opened the door. Faith was standing outside. He looked around to see of anyone was watching and then he pulled her inside. Leaning her agaist the door he kissed her. Faith tenced not knowing where the kiss was coming from. His loving heart or his mixed up head. She was afraid to pull away in fear he would take it the wrong way. His lips softened on hers as he felt her relax and return the kiss.
"I am now." He said breathing heavely. "God Faith I'm so sorry. All I know it this is where I feel safe. In your arms. I'm so sorry." He held her close and enhaled her scent.
"There is no reason to be sorry. I'm here Bosco. Here for you. You need to let it all out. No one, not even the great Maurice Boscorrelli can carry this weight on his shoulders." He pulled back and kissed her softly.
"Faith I don't know why....it's all just...."
" Hey why don't I get our stuff to go and we can sit in an ally somewhere and talk."
"What about Davis and Winter?"
"Don't sweat it. Go out the back. I'll meet you at the car." Faith opened the door and slipped out. Bosco spashed more cold water on his face. He needed to pull it together before he totally flipped off the deep end. If anyone could break the fall it was Faith.
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"Did Davis and Winter ask why we were leaving?" Bosco and Faith sat in an empty lot looking over the East River.
"Told them you were feeling sick." Neither one of them touched the food in the bags between them. "We're going to get though this Bosco. I promise."
"I just have all this stuff...I don't know how to make it stop running though my head. It started this morning."
"It's called remember Bos. It happens sometimes." She smiled at him. "I know it's all bad stuff now but there's lots of good things to remember too."
"I do remember the good stuff too. It's just it the bad stuff out weighs the good."
"Then let's start tipping the scales."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's start makeing the good stuff out weigh the bad." She looked at Bosco. "At least one good memory a day. That's three hundred sixty five good memories a year. Hell with numbers like that it should only take a couple of years." Bosco laughed.
"Let's not go over board." Bosco checked his watch and put them back in service. "But it's something to strive for." Putting the car in gear he thought that being it love had to be the best feeling in the world and wonderd why he hadn't tried it sooner.
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Faith met him at his car after changing. She smiled at him and he couldn't help but smile back. They had exactly two calls all night and the quiet had scared them both. They feared what tomorrow might bring.
"My mom called. They came into town tonight. They're going to stay with the kids tonight."
"Where are we going to stay?"
"Your place." She got into the car.
"Faith, you told your mom?"
"No. I told her you needed a freind. She's always liked you. You have that way with women.."
"Your the only woman I want to have my way with." He pulled out of the parking lot wishing tomorrow would never have to come.
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Faith laid in bed. Bosco had finally fallen asleep about a half hour before. She knew it wouldn't last. He had already woken up twice screaming her name. Faith knew the dream he was having. She had the same dream on and off for a year. It's the one where she's safe and her loved ones are inside the towers as the tumble to the ground. She had told Bosco that tomorrow was not a day to be strong. But if she wasn't strong for him would he break down. Would he loose the sprit and fire she'd grown to love over the years. What would happen to her. He was as much a part of her as breathing. Faith needed to hold on to the Bosco of the last few days and hoped when all was said and done he'd come back to her. Body and soul.
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The dream was the same. He kept going back and forth into the towers helping people find thier way. Jimmy yelled at him to stop that the towers were coming down but he needed to make one last trip inside. One more...to rescue the one good thing in his life....Faith. Just as the towers fell his life was over because she was gone. Buried under the rubble that had once been one of the most magnificent buildings in the world.
One act of hatedred. One act of violence. One act of agression. It changed a nation and it brought a city together. And it brought stronge men to their knees. Bosco kissed Faith's head and pulled her warm body closer. He wasn't going to let this beat him a second time. No one was going to die to tomorrow. He would hold his head high and thank God for what his life had become. It had been a long road but Bosco had finally found his way home. Faith was his forever. His miricle. Maurice Boscorelli was finally where he belonged and no one not even Bin Lauden was going to fuck it up.
Note: I hope I'm doing okay with this. I was worried about adressing the 9/11 anerversery but I thought I might be able to handle it. If I don't tell me.
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Faith watched the sun fade behind the New York sky line. Everyday she missed the two toweres that stood pround in that sky line. Her life hadn't been a bed of roses before but after that day....so much had changed. The peolpe had become friendlier. The people they helped became more appricitive of their efforts. Why did it take thousands of people dieing to make them see that they had always been their to help. That the NYPD and FDNY had years of faithful valuante service long befor this tragity struck. Bosco, who had been rambling on about somthing stoped talking.
"Have you heard a word I said Faith?"
"Not really Bos, sorry."
"Davis and Winters are stopping at the diner. You want to go?"
"I could eat." Bosco pulled into the parking lot and turned off the car. He made no effot to get out.
"I'm sorry about this afternoon."
"Why? We were both there. We can't change what we saw Bosco."
"I know but I should be stronger then that."
"You can go back to being strong in a few days." She didn't look at him. Just stared out the widow. "My mom's taking the kids after the service tomorrow. She want to bring them to the burbs for some fun."
"Should they miss anymore school?"
"They were going to miss any way. I stopped by and got their homework and stuff this morning." She turned and looked at him. "I think we need to deal with this together. The kids want to go to church in the morning but mom will take them after that."
"Thank you Faith." He took her hand in his. "But shouldn't you be with the kids?"
"Bosco the kids saw only what they showed on TV. You and I were there. It's not gong to be an easy thing to deal with. I don't want either of us to be strong for anyone one tomorrow. We need to grieve. Neither of us wants the kids to see how it may or may not affect us. Hey let's go pig out, make ourselves feel beeter." She smiled. "I'll even let you buy."
"Gee thanks." They got out and headed into the resturaunt. "Have you noticed how quiet it's been?"
"Don't jinx it Bos. It's only eight o'clock." Davis and Winter were already there. They looked up when they heard Faith and Bosco come to the table.
"Hey Bos did I thank you for braking my partner?"
"Any time Davis, any time." Bosco and Faith sat on either side of the other officers. "Blame it on the rain." Bosco smiled as the waitress came up to the table.
"What can I get you?" They gave their orders and she left the table.
"You guys ready for tomorrow?" Winter looked at Bosco.
"Can you ever be ready for something like that?" The waitress brought them their drinks.
"We're dealing. You?" Faith looked at Ty.
"I'm doing alright."
"Yeah, getting by." Winter looked into his cup. "I have tomorrow off. My wedding anaversery. I have a standing request in." Winter looked at Faith. "So does she. She worked on the 67 th floor. Tower one." He smiled. "I guess there is a reason to stay married seventeen years, Huh." Faith looked at him.
"Lucky she didn't want a summer wedding." Faith looked at Bosco.
"I started believeing in mircles that day. If it had been the day before or the day after I don't know what I would of done. We lost a lot of friends that day but at least we have each other." They had been part of a lot of the sad stories but they heard very few of the happy ones.
"You really got lucky their Winter." Bosco smiled. Winter handed him a picture of his wife holding a baby.
"Miricle....she's three months old." Bosco looked at Winter. "They told us we'd never have kids. Desert Storm...."
"She's beautiful man." He handed the picture to faith. "You got a great family." Bosco stood up. "Excuse me guys." He headed to the bathroom.
"He okay Faith?"
"Yeah. No more off then usaul." She watched him go and wished she could go help him.
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Bosco ran the cold water. He spashed some on his face.
"Get a grip Boscorelli. You need to get your shit together." He looked into the mirror. The man that was there yesterday was gone. The man who had the love of the only woman he ever cared about was replaced by a cold hearted son of a bitch that he used to be. He needed to step back. Needed to clear his mind of all the shit going tough it. There was a knock on the door.
"Bos, you okay?" He opened the door. Faith was standing outside. He looked around to see of anyone was watching and then he pulled her inside. Leaning her agaist the door he kissed her. Faith tenced not knowing where the kiss was coming from. His loving heart or his mixed up head. She was afraid to pull away in fear he would take it the wrong way. His lips softened on hers as he felt her relax and return the kiss.
"I am now." He said breathing heavely. "God Faith I'm so sorry. All I know it this is where I feel safe. In your arms. I'm so sorry." He held her close and enhaled her scent.
"There is no reason to be sorry. I'm here Bosco. Here for you. You need to let it all out. No one, not even the great Maurice Boscorrelli can carry this weight on his shoulders." He pulled back and kissed her softly.
"Faith I don't know why....it's all just...."
" Hey why don't I get our stuff to go and we can sit in an ally somewhere and talk."
"What about Davis and Winter?"
"Don't sweat it. Go out the back. I'll meet you at the car." Faith opened the door and slipped out. Bosco spashed more cold water on his face. He needed to pull it together before he totally flipped off the deep end. If anyone could break the fall it was Faith.
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"Did Davis and Winter ask why we were leaving?" Bosco and Faith sat in an empty lot looking over the East River.
"Told them you were feeling sick." Neither one of them touched the food in the bags between them. "We're going to get though this Bosco. I promise."
"I just have all this stuff...I don't know how to make it stop running though my head. It started this morning."
"It's called remember Bos. It happens sometimes." She smiled at him. "I know it's all bad stuff now but there's lots of good things to remember too."
"I do remember the good stuff too. It's just it the bad stuff out weighs the good."
"Then let's start tipping the scales."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's start makeing the good stuff out weigh the bad." She looked at Bosco. "At least one good memory a day. That's three hundred sixty five good memories a year. Hell with numbers like that it should only take a couple of years." Bosco laughed.
"Let's not go over board." Bosco checked his watch and put them back in service. "But it's something to strive for." Putting the car in gear he thought that being it love had to be the best feeling in the world and wonderd why he hadn't tried it sooner.
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Faith met him at his car after changing. She smiled at him and he couldn't help but smile back. They had exactly two calls all night and the quiet had scared them both. They feared what tomorrow might bring.
"My mom called. They came into town tonight. They're going to stay with the kids tonight."
"Where are we going to stay?"
"Your place." She got into the car.
"Faith, you told your mom?"
"No. I told her you needed a freind. She's always liked you. You have that way with women.."
"Your the only woman I want to have my way with." He pulled out of the parking lot wishing tomorrow would never have to come.
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Faith laid in bed. Bosco had finally fallen asleep about a half hour before. She knew it wouldn't last. He had already woken up twice screaming her name. Faith knew the dream he was having. She had the same dream on and off for a year. It's the one where she's safe and her loved ones are inside the towers as the tumble to the ground. She had told Bosco that tomorrow was not a day to be strong. But if she wasn't strong for him would he break down. Would he loose the sprit and fire she'd grown to love over the years. What would happen to her. He was as much a part of her as breathing. Faith needed to hold on to the Bosco of the last few days and hoped when all was said and done he'd come back to her. Body and soul.
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The dream was the same. He kept going back and forth into the towers helping people find thier way. Jimmy yelled at him to stop that the towers were coming down but he needed to make one last trip inside. One more...to rescue the one good thing in his life....Faith. Just as the towers fell his life was over because she was gone. Buried under the rubble that had once been one of the most magnificent buildings in the world.
One act of hatedred. One act of violence. One act of agression. It changed a nation and it brought a city together. And it brought stronge men to their knees. Bosco kissed Faith's head and pulled her warm body closer. He wasn't going to let this beat him a second time. No one was going to die to tomorrow. He would hold his head high and thank God for what his life had become. It had been a long road but Bosco had finally found his way home. Faith was his forever. His miricle. Maurice Boscorelli was finally where he belonged and no one not even Bin Lauden was going to fuck it up.