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Nte: This is it. The one I painted myself into a corner with. I'm scared I can't do it justice but bear with me and just tell me if it doesn't work. Okay here it goes.......
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Bosco sat on the edge of the bed. His dress blues tighter then the last time he wore them. He was getting soft in more ways then one. Faith was in the bathroom getting ready. They had both gotten up at four and spent the time until the alarm went off laying in silence and holding eachother wishing today would pass them by. The turning in Bosco's gut continued. He knew better then to eat anything. Faith tried to get him to eat some toast. It was the mom in him he knew but sometimes it bugged the shit out of him. He had a mother. The phone rang. Bosco got up and picked it up off the dresser and answered it.
"Boscorelli."
"You and Yokas on the way?" Jason Christopher's voice at seven in the morining wasn't a welcoming sound.
"Yeah. Her kids and her parents are meeting us there."
"What about your family? Did you call you mom?"
"What the hell do you care?"
"More then you care to know Boscorelli. Just call her. We all need our family today." Faith came out of the bathroom. Even in her dress blue's she was the most beautiful woman in the world to him.
"I got all the family I need." He hung up the phone his gaze never leaving the woman standing in front of his dresser mirror.
"Who was that?"
"Christopher."
"What did he want?" Bosco went and stood behind Faith. He put his arms around her and pulled her close.
"Making sure we're on our way."
"You get any sleep?"
"As much as you." Laying his chin on her shoulder he looked at her though the mirror. "I'm not sure I'm going to make it though this without...breaking down."
"Then cry. That's what anaverceries are for. To remember the good and the bad. We lost some good firefighters and cops that day. And thousands of people who had families. We need to grieve. If you want or need to cry, do Bos. No ones going to think any less of a big strong New York cop shedding tears for the people who lost thier lives that day."
"Thank you Faith." He turned her around and kissed her. "Thank you for loving me enough to see me though this. Not many women would." Bosco held her close for a minute. "We better get a move on or Christopher will send a posse after us."
"Yeah." The grabbed thier duffle bags and headed out the door.
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The day turned out to be just as beautiful as it was exactly a year ago. But one thing was different. Instead of two magnifisent towers in the New York skyline there was a hole in the ground. And it was as empty as Bosco felt at that moment. He felt Faith's hand brush his and wished he could turn and take her in his arms and loose himself in her and forget the pain he was feeling.
As they read the names of those who lost thier lives that day Bosco felt his chest tighten. He was going to loose it. A tear slipped down his face. He felt a hand clasp his and turned to see Emily holding on to his hand tightly, her brother in front of her. Bosco felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see his mother standing there one arm around Faith's children and one arm around him. Faith closed her hand around his other one and sqeezed it tightly. He didn't need to be strong because the people surround him were there for him. Bosco blinked back the tears. They had always been there for him but he was too blind to see. Now on this day of remeberance he knew that he had all these people who cared.
The last name was read. There wasn't a dry eye within hearing distance. Bosco looked up to the heavens and let the tears fall. His monther's arm tightened around him and he felt Emily's arms around his waist. He let all the pent up emotion of the last year flow out of him. He kissed the top of Emily's head and turned to hug his mother.
"Thank you." Was all he could say to the people who had saved his life. A life that was hell on earth. They had saved him. Not only today but for the last year. Faith had put her family aside more then once to drag his ass out of a bar too drunk to make it to the door let alone home. His mother had done more forgiving then one woman should do for her son. And Emily and Charlie had loved him, uncoditionally for most of thier lives. For that he thanked God. God and these wonderful people would see him though. He looked at Faith and smiled at her though his tears. He was going to make it though today. Today and everyday with the love of the poeple who surround him.
Nte: This is it. The one I painted myself into a corner with. I'm scared I can't do it justice but bear with me and just tell me if it doesn't work. Okay here it goes.......
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Bosco sat on the edge of the bed. His dress blues tighter then the last time he wore them. He was getting soft in more ways then one. Faith was in the bathroom getting ready. They had both gotten up at four and spent the time until the alarm went off laying in silence and holding eachother wishing today would pass them by. The turning in Bosco's gut continued. He knew better then to eat anything. Faith tried to get him to eat some toast. It was the mom in him he knew but sometimes it bugged the shit out of him. He had a mother. The phone rang. Bosco got up and picked it up off the dresser and answered it.
"Boscorelli."
"You and Yokas on the way?" Jason Christopher's voice at seven in the morining wasn't a welcoming sound.
"Yeah. Her kids and her parents are meeting us there."
"What about your family? Did you call you mom?"
"What the hell do you care?"
"More then you care to know Boscorelli. Just call her. We all need our family today." Faith came out of the bathroom. Even in her dress blue's she was the most beautiful woman in the world to him.
"I got all the family I need." He hung up the phone his gaze never leaving the woman standing in front of his dresser mirror.
"Who was that?"
"Christopher."
"What did he want?" Bosco went and stood behind Faith. He put his arms around her and pulled her close.
"Making sure we're on our way."
"You get any sleep?"
"As much as you." Laying his chin on her shoulder he looked at her though the mirror. "I'm not sure I'm going to make it though this without...breaking down."
"Then cry. That's what anaverceries are for. To remember the good and the bad. We lost some good firefighters and cops that day. And thousands of people who had families. We need to grieve. If you want or need to cry, do Bos. No ones going to think any less of a big strong New York cop shedding tears for the people who lost thier lives that day."
"Thank you Faith." He turned her around and kissed her. "Thank you for loving me enough to see me though this. Not many women would." Bosco held her close for a minute. "We better get a move on or Christopher will send a posse after us."
"Yeah." The grabbed thier duffle bags and headed out the door.
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The day turned out to be just as beautiful as it was exactly a year ago. But one thing was different. Instead of two magnifisent towers in the New York skyline there was a hole in the ground. And it was as empty as Bosco felt at that moment. He felt Faith's hand brush his and wished he could turn and take her in his arms and loose himself in her and forget the pain he was feeling.
As they read the names of those who lost thier lives that day Bosco felt his chest tighten. He was going to loose it. A tear slipped down his face. He felt a hand clasp his and turned to see Emily holding on to his hand tightly, her brother in front of her. Bosco felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see his mother standing there one arm around Faith's children and one arm around him. Faith closed her hand around his other one and sqeezed it tightly. He didn't need to be strong because the people surround him were there for him. Bosco blinked back the tears. They had always been there for him but he was too blind to see. Now on this day of remeberance he knew that he had all these people who cared.
The last name was read. There wasn't a dry eye within hearing distance. Bosco looked up to the heavens and let the tears fall. His monther's arm tightened around him and he felt Emily's arms around his waist. He let all the pent up emotion of the last year flow out of him. He kissed the top of Emily's head and turned to hug his mother.
"Thank you." Was all he could say to the people who had saved his life. A life that was hell on earth. They had saved him. Not only today but for the last year. Faith had put her family aside more then once to drag his ass out of a bar too drunk to make it to the door let alone home. His mother had done more forgiving then one woman should do for her son. And Emily and Charlie had loved him, uncoditionally for most of thier lives. For that he thanked God. God and these wonderful people would see him though. He looked at Faith and smiled at her though his tears. He was going to make it though today. Today and everyday with the love of the poeple who surround him.