Disclaimer: I don't own it, never have nor will...but.. I do have a dilusion.. er.. dream rather, about owning Bosco.....

A/N: Yea yea, slow slow slow, compared to the beginning, but don't worry, it'll get better...

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"Boz" Faith whispered, pushing at her partner's shoulder. He was spawled the whole length of the couch, head buried in the pillows. However uncomfortable it looked, he must've gotten some sleep because he was dead to the world. Not to mention a quiet sort of snore. Something that wasn't annoying, it was soothing, comforting even. A reminder that even the self claimed 'supercop' was human.

"Bosco" she said louder this time. He grunted and lifted his head from the pillows.

"Faith?" he asked stupidly.

"Apparently" she replied, looking down at him.

"What's wrong?"

"It's seven, I was gonna get the kids ready and go for breakfast, do you want to come?"

"Where?" he mumbled, laying his head back down.

"McDonalds, I promised them last night"

For some reason his eyes lit up and he gave a smile, "Hell yea, McDonald's!" he said, sitting up.

Faith laughed, he was like a little kid. "I'll go wake the kids while you get ready"

"You're already dressed" Bosco said dumbly.

"Yeah Boz, I do that in the morning, get dressed. You spend all day in your boxers?"

"Ye.. none of your business.. how long have you been up?"

"Oh.. awhile, I watched the sunrise"

"It's Fall" Bosco said.

"You're full of observations in the morning aren't you!" she smiled.

"The sun rises around five, you only slept for four hours?"

"I couldn't sleep, I'll go get the kids" she replied.

Though, in fact, she had not slept, she was awake, fully thinking. Thinking about last night, and this morning. She was thinking about having to go to work today, and the fact that the bruise on her face was a bright red purple still. She was attempting to think up an excuse.





"So who won the hashbrown?" Faith asked after sitting down at the table.

"I did!" Charlie yelled, "I won it mom, I packed faster"

"Because you only packed a shirt the first time!" Emily pointed out.

"But I did it faster!"

Faith watched them debate, giving Emily a look of thanks when she finally gave in. Charlie got the hashbrown. Bosco reached across the table and gave his to Emily, at the same time spilling a cup of orange juice"

"Boz, can't I take you anywhere?!" Faith laughed, standing up to get away from the stream of juice pouring over the table.

"Probably not" Bosco replied, "I'll get some paper towels" he offered, taking a bite of his sandwich and heading to the counter.

"Blame it on the kids?" Faith asked as he cleaned it up.

"No" Bosco replied, grinning, "You"

She sighed, "We may as well move to another table since Bosco spilled the orange juice" she said loudly, taking Charlie's hand.

"Ow" Charlie stand, dropping Faith's hand.

"What's wrong?" she asked immediatly.

"My arm hurts from-"

"Oh, Charlie I'm sorry" she said, sitting down at another table and lifting him on to her lap. "Let me see this arm" she said, lifting up his sleeve.

The majority of Charlie's upper arm was a bruise, part of it was swollen and Faith bit her lip. She put Charlie's sleeve back down and kissed him on the head. "I'm so sorry sweetie"

"About what mom?" Charlie asked, hopping off her lap, hashbrown in hand.

"About your arm" she looked at him.

"It wasn't you mom, it was daddy remember"

She pursed her lips together, "I remember sweetie" she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"That what Fred did?" Bosco asked coldly, sitting next to her at the table.

"Yeah, I didn't think it was so bad.. maybe I should bring him to the doctor's"

"It's just bruising Faith, kids bruise and bleed easily, he'll be alright" he paused, "So will you Faith, you'll be okay, you will get through all this, you're as stubborn as I am"

She chuckled, "Thanks Boz, for everything"

"So you going to work today then?"

"I.. I don't know. I mean, who's gonna watch the kids?"

"What about your mom?"

"I don't want to bother her, we're not exactly on.. speaking terms right now"

"Ah, well how about my mom then?"

"Boz, I'm sure your party animal mom has plans"

"I'll call her then, set it up"

"No, no, I think I'll just stay home, clean the apartment out some more, move it in to a hotel room"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why a hotel room? Why are you going to a hotel room? It's a day of wages"

"I don't want to stay at the apartment, Fred might try and come back and I don't want to see him right now"

"What's wrong with my place?" he asked, almost hurt.

She coughed, "Well, I think a woman and two kids in your apartment is a bit of a turnoff for any possible dates Boz" she commented.

"Screw 'em then" he said, looking at her with the puppy eyes.

"Are you-"

"I'm sure Faith, told ya you were stubborn"

"Just for a couple nights" Faith told him.

"What ever"

"I'm serious Bosco, a couple nights"

"Sure" he replied, getting up.

"Where are you going?"

"Call my mom to babysit" he replied, without waiting for an answer he left.

"Come on guys" Faith said, standing up, "Lets get you to school"



"She said yes" Were the first words from Bosco's mouth.

"She did?"

"Yep, we just have to get them there"

"Boz, we start when they get off"

"I know, I thought about it, we can either pick them up early, or we can screen calls and pick them up on our run"

"Well, Em's got a field trip, she won't be back until the end of the day, so we can't pick them up early"

"Alright, we'll pick them up with the cruiser, slap some cuffs on ya Charlie, how would you like that?"

"Yea!" Charlie grinned from the back seat. Faith shook her head.

"Definately gonna be a kinky one" Bosco commented.

Faith whipped her head around, "What?!?"

Bosco laughed, pulling up his Mustang in front of the school.

"Okay, Emily have fun, we'll be here after school okay, to pick you guys up, we might be a little late, but don't go home with anyone else, we have to drive you to Bosco's mom's"

"Okay" Charlie nodded. Faith kissed him on the head before he ran off, Emily tentativly stayed behind.

"Mom?"

"What is it Em?"

"Well.. you know how dad said you were hit with a bar? He also said that you.. you killed our brother because you worked too much"

Faith stopped, cold chills going up her spine. "Your.. brother?"

"Because you got hit with a bar, he said you got hit because you were working too much, and that it was Bosco's fault"

"No, Em, definately not. I was working sweetie, I was working and a bad man hit me, I lost a baby, I was pregnant" she cupped her hands around her daughter's face, "And it wasn't Bosco's fault, not at all."

"I didn't believe it anyways" Emily shrugged. Faith hugged her. "Have fun on your field trip Em, we'll be here after school okay?"

"Bye mom"

"Bye" Faith watched her daughter run off towards the school, smiling.



"Why the frown?" Bosco asked once she got back in the car. Faith didn't make a reply, but stared in to space.

"Come on Faith, kids are gone, we can get down and dirty now" he cracked, looking at her. Still nothing. "Faith!" he said, snapping his fingers in front of her face. She looked at him expectantly.

"What's up?"

"The sky, unless it's fallen since last time I looked up"

"I meant what's wrong" he asked, starting the car.

"Just something Fred told the kids"

"What'd he say?"

"He told them that I lost the baby, he blamed it on me working too much"

"He what?"

"Em told me"

"Bastard" Bosco swore, turning in to traffic with horns blaring behind him.

"You wanna get us back to the apartment safe?" Faith asked, snapping out of her thoughts.

"Relax, it's New York, there's always someone honking a horn"

"Well ya pulled in front of him"

"Everyone pulls in front of me!" he pointed out.

"Boz, the car was like, two feet away"

"He was going slow.. and it was more like three feet" he grinned. Faith shook her head.