Disclaimer: I don't own it.. blah blah blah...
Author's Note: It ain't over till the fat lady sings, or in this case, it ain't over till I say it's over... don't go away yet......
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"It's getting dangerous to be out here" Bosco commented, looking at Faith in the other seat. They were
back on patrol now, but Bosco didn't like the idea that Faith could potentially be hurt. Again.
"It's a dangerous job Boz, always has been"
"But, more so today"
"Boz, I'm fine okay, really"
"Are things okay between you and-"
"Boz" she said in a warning tone that made him shudder. Okay, mental note do not talk about family right
now.
"How are things with you and Lauren?" Faith asked.
"Who?"
"Lauren, your girlfriend!"
"Oh, well she left me"
"You're a male slut you know that, right?"
"I think I'm gonna cry, that's really hurt, you think I go looking for girls who'll leave me?"
"Yes, that's the way sluts work" she smiled a little.
I do, Bosco admitted to himself. But not because I'm a slut. They don't leave me, I leave them. Half the
women in NYC probably had it out for them. Not that he'd slept with half the women in the city, but women
had friends. Lots of them, word got around. Having a relationship then waking up asking for your work
partner, it was not good for your rep. It was also not good for any body part that might be submisable to an
angry woman. Involuntarily he rubbed his head.
"She threw a shoe at my head" Bosco said out loud.
"Well what did you do to her?"
"Nothing!" he exclaimed, "A shoe, one of those.. the pointy ones with the heels. They hurt!"
"Try walking in them"
"I think having it thrown at you is a bit more painful"
"Obviously you haven't had to walk in them"
"That's what I don't understand, why wear them when they aren't comfortable"
"Because then guys-" she shot a glance at him, "Think we're slobs or something, plus, they really do
wonders for your legs"
"I wonder if Jimmy uses them" Bosco said out loud.
"Why are you looking at Doherty's legs?" Faith exclaimed.
"I'm not! You misconstrew everything-"
"Misconstrew? More than five letters Boz, I'm impressed"
He scowled, but was laughing on the inside. This is what he loved about Faith. She always had something
to say, concussion or not. Well, that and her hair, the way her eyes sparkled and the way she looked at him.
The way her lips kind of parted when she smiled... stop it! He told himself.
"55-David, this is central"
"55-David" Bosco replied.
"55-David, please respond to a 10-50 at 1024 56th street."
"10-4, 1024 56th street"
"Ooh, a disorderly person." Bosco said.
"Lot of those today" Faith said, but she couldn't help but wonder why Bosco had taken such an easy call.
Bosco looked at Faith. "Stay here"
"Boz, it's one guy, I'll stand back and watch"
"Stay" he said, getting out.
Faith waited until he was dealing with the irate man until she got out of the car.
"Stupid no good city workers, Getting paid for nothing! Can't even watch some little girl-" the man was
yelling. It was like a slap in the face to Faith, who stood and watched.
"Sir, what's the problem?" Bosco asked, walking up to the man.
"My problem? You sure have nerve coming down here, standing in front of me. Goddammit, go look for my
kid!"
"Your kid?"
"Yes, MY KID!" he roared, taking a swing at Bosco.
"Hey!" Faith yelled, stepping up behind Bosco.
"Sir, I know you're upset, but the police are doing everything we can to find Tatum"
He turned on her, "How dare you speak her name!" He took a step towards her but she stood her ground.
"You a police officer?" he asked her.
"Yes sir I am, I am an off duty police officer looking for your daughter"
The man paused for a moment, turning quickly and stumbling he ended up back in front of Bosco.
"You find her, you better or I'll kill you all, I swear it-"
"Are you threatening a police officer sir?"
The man stared at him and Bosco shoved him against the wall. "Sir, you are-"
"Boz! What are you doing!" Faith hissed.
"Arresting him, he threatened us Faith"
"He's distraut Boz, he lost his wife, and then his kid, he's just drunk and upset"
Bosco paused. Then he turned the man around. "You are lucky I'm not arresting you sir. I suggest you
have a nice cold shower. Sober up some before we find Tatum and bring her home"
Bosco strode back to the cruiser, Faith followed after glancing at the man once more.
"That was a good thing you did Boz" she said once they'd begun driving again.
"Yea, full of goodness, that's me"
"I'm serious Bosco, you were perfectly capable of arresting him but you thought it over"
He looked out his side window. "Did you just see-" he didn't even finish the sentence but pulled the cruiser
around, flooring the gas and flipping on the sirens.
"Bosco?"
"What?" he asked, concentrating.
"What are you doing?"
"You didn't see him?"
"See Who?" she asked, frusterated now.
"The guy, the abductor"
"Which car"
"The Old Caprice, blue"
"Call it in"
"I need to make sure" Bosco argued. He let off the gas as the car pulled over to the side and came to a stop.
Bosco pulled up behind it, unholstering his gun then reaching in to the glove compartment pulled out
another one, hading it to Faith. Let's go"
They both opened their doors, standing behind them. The driver's side window was down.
Bosco moved over to the side, into the other traffic lane and kept his gun trained on the driver.
"Put your hands on the wheel, now!" Bosco yelled as Faith moved up to the passenger side.
Author's Note: It ain't over till the fat lady sings, or in this case, it ain't over till I say it's over... don't go away yet......
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"It's getting dangerous to be out here" Bosco commented, looking at Faith in the other seat. They were
back on patrol now, but Bosco didn't like the idea that Faith could potentially be hurt. Again.
"It's a dangerous job Boz, always has been"
"But, more so today"
"Boz, I'm fine okay, really"
"Are things okay between you and-"
"Boz" she said in a warning tone that made him shudder. Okay, mental note do not talk about family right
now.
"How are things with you and Lauren?" Faith asked.
"Who?"
"Lauren, your girlfriend!"
"Oh, well she left me"
"You're a male slut you know that, right?"
"I think I'm gonna cry, that's really hurt, you think I go looking for girls who'll leave me?"
"Yes, that's the way sluts work" she smiled a little.
I do, Bosco admitted to himself. But not because I'm a slut. They don't leave me, I leave them. Half the
women in NYC probably had it out for them. Not that he'd slept with half the women in the city, but women
had friends. Lots of them, word got around. Having a relationship then waking up asking for your work
partner, it was not good for your rep. It was also not good for any body part that might be submisable to an
angry woman. Involuntarily he rubbed his head.
"She threw a shoe at my head" Bosco said out loud.
"Well what did you do to her?"
"Nothing!" he exclaimed, "A shoe, one of those.. the pointy ones with the heels. They hurt!"
"Try walking in them"
"I think having it thrown at you is a bit more painful"
"Obviously you haven't had to walk in them"
"That's what I don't understand, why wear them when they aren't comfortable"
"Because then guys-" she shot a glance at him, "Think we're slobs or something, plus, they really do
wonders for your legs"
"I wonder if Jimmy uses them" Bosco said out loud.
"Why are you looking at Doherty's legs?" Faith exclaimed.
"I'm not! You misconstrew everything-"
"Misconstrew? More than five letters Boz, I'm impressed"
He scowled, but was laughing on the inside. This is what he loved about Faith. She always had something
to say, concussion or not. Well, that and her hair, the way her eyes sparkled and the way she looked at him.
The way her lips kind of parted when she smiled... stop it! He told himself.
"55-David, this is central"
"55-David" Bosco replied.
"55-David, please respond to a 10-50 at 1024 56th street."
"10-4, 1024 56th street"
"Ooh, a disorderly person." Bosco said.
"Lot of those today" Faith said, but she couldn't help but wonder why Bosco had taken such an easy call.
Bosco looked at Faith. "Stay here"
"Boz, it's one guy, I'll stand back and watch"
"Stay" he said, getting out.
Faith waited until he was dealing with the irate man until she got out of the car.
"Stupid no good city workers, Getting paid for nothing! Can't even watch some little girl-" the man was
yelling. It was like a slap in the face to Faith, who stood and watched.
"Sir, what's the problem?" Bosco asked, walking up to the man.
"My problem? You sure have nerve coming down here, standing in front of me. Goddammit, go look for my
kid!"
"Your kid?"
"Yes, MY KID!" he roared, taking a swing at Bosco.
"Hey!" Faith yelled, stepping up behind Bosco.
"Sir, I know you're upset, but the police are doing everything we can to find Tatum"
He turned on her, "How dare you speak her name!" He took a step towards her but she stood her ground.
"You a police officer?" he asked her.
"Yes sir I am, I am an off duty police officer looking for your daughter"
The man paused for a moment, turning quickly and stumbling he ended up back in front of Bosco.
"You find her, you better or I'll kill you all, I swear it-"
"Are you threatening a police officer sir?"
The man stared at him and Bosco shoved him against the wall. "Sir, you are-"
"Boz! What are you doing!" Faith hissed.
"Arresting him, he threatened us Faith"
"He's distraut Boz, he lost his wife, and then his kid, he's just drunk and upset"
Bosco paused. Then he turned the man around. "You are lucky I'm not arresting you sir. I suggest you
have a nice cold shower. Sober up some before we find Tatum and bring her home"
Bosco strode back to the cruiser, Faith followed after glancing at the man once more.
"That was a good thing you did Boz" she said once they'd begun driving again.
"Yea, full of goodness, that's me"
"I'm serious Bosco, you were perfectly capable of arresting him but you thought it over"
He looked out his side window. "Did you just see-" he didn't even finish the sentence but pulled the cruiser
around, flooring the gas and flipping on the sirens.
"Bosco?"
"What?" he asked, concentrating.
"What are you doing?"
"You didn't see him?"
"See Who?" she asked, frusterated now.
"The guy, the abductor"
"Which car"
"The Old Caprice, blue"
"Call it in"
"I need to make sure" Bosco argued. He let off the gas as the car pulled over to the side and came to a stop.
Bosco pulled up behind it, unholstering his gun then reaching in to the glove compartment pulled out
another one, hading it to Faith. Let's go"
They both opened their doors, standing behind them. The driver's side window was down.
Bosco moved over to the side, into the other traffic lane and kept his gun trained on the driver.
"Put your hands on the wheel, now!" Bosco yelled as Faith moved up to the passenger side.