Disclaimer: I don't own it. Duh.
A/N: Mkay, now I'm ready to pick things up, however for the next idea, I read something similar somewhere, I can't remember where, but I swear, I'm not purposely stealing it! I swear I came up with it too! Please don't hurt me. I don't know who you are but her, Great minds think alike, right?! Please, please PLEASE R&R, I depend on it.. I need it.. screw water!
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Faith opened the door to Bosco's apartment, cheeks flushed. Bosco, having heard the door open, stuck his head out from the bathroom.
"Where've you been?"
"Went to park the car at our apartment"
"Why?"
"Well, in case ya haven't noticed Boz there has got to be more parking in uptown Manhattan during Christmas rush that there is around here"
He made a face, "Coulda stole number 17's spot"
"Do they have a car?"
He nodded, "But I don't like them, they know it, and they know I'm a cop. They don't like that so much"
"What did you do to them?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow and closing the door.
"What, do I hafta do something wrong to have people hate me?"
She snorted.
"What's so funny?!" he demanded.
"I thought maybe you slept with the girl who lives there" she suggested.
"She's married, well, engaged" he stated.
Faith gave him the look.
"Okay, so it might have something to do with it, but she broke it off, not me!"
She sat on the couch, curling up her legs under her and calming down her breathing. It was a fair hike from her place to here.
"What are you doing?"
"Watching TV..?" she countered.
"We have to work in an hour, don't wanna be late"
"Boz, you're always late."
"You're gonna be late this time"
She paused, then turned and looked at him, " Are you telling me it takes you an hour to get ready and go to work?"
He froze for a second, "so what if it does?"
She laughed and turned on the television.
"What now?!"
"Nothing, nothing at all" she grinned, pressing her lips together.
He looked at her suspiciously and she played innocent.
"Go get all pretty for the damsels" she teased once he'd turned his back.
"Huh?"
"I didn't say anything Boz, really you are getting paranoid"
"Roll Call in five minutes" Christopher's voice echoed through the locker room.
"That's my cue" Ty said, closing his locker, "Comin' Sully?"
"Be there in a minute" he replied, looking around the room which was nearly empty.
Faith stood at her locker, struggling to attempt a cover up on her bruised cheek, Bosco was watching with amusement.
"You know" he countered, "I could call someone up to help ya if you want"
"Like who, one of your many hating ex's" Sully grinned, walking up behind the two.
"Hey, who asked you"
"You could do it Boz, I'm sure you've seen it done so many times" Faith turned.
Her face appeared slightly paler than normal, and powder lines were visible, not to mention transluscent. Bosco cracked up.
"What?" she demanded.
"Faith, maybe you should just.. go without" Sully suggested nicely, elbowing Bosco.
"Yea, you can barely notice anyways" Bosco agreed.
She looked at him, "How can you not, it's pruple Boz"
He shrugged " I thought all you people were born with the ability to apply make up"
Faith stared at him, " Cause we all just pop out of the womb make-up brush in hand" she replies sarcastically.
He shrugged.
"So what happened, you funally get fed up with this guy and start a fight?" Sully suggested.
Faith stopped. So far, she'd been lucky enough to avoid heavy questioning. She looked down.
"I hit her with the door" Bosco stepped in.
Sully raised his eye brows. "A door?" he asked.
"Yea, didn't know she was there, just.. whipped it open" he shrugged.
"When was this?"
"Today when she hitched a ride" Bosco carried on.
"Faith?" Sully asked.
She simply nodded, "We better get going, roll call" she smiled, closing her locker.
"Uh, Faith?" Bosco asked.
"What?" she turned.
"You gonna wash that off?"
"Right" she headed in to the washroom, throwing water on her face and looking at her reflection for a moment. Dark circles were under her eyes, and the bruising made it look twice as bad. "I look like a raccoon" she muttered, grabbing paper towels.
"Bosco, what door did you hit her with?" she heard Sully ask from the locker room.
"The uh, front one"
"Oh"
"Why?" Bosco asked suspiciously.
"I just thought it was funny how entrance doors open inwards and you ended up hitting Faith with it" he commented.
Faith leaned against the wall for a moment. Time to think up another excuse, she told herself, leaving the room.
"Alright people, lets get down to business" Christopher spoke up from the front of the room.
Everyone settled down in to their seats, Faith slipping in to one beside Bosco, in front of Davis. "To start, I'd like to congratulate you all on the way you handled the public yesterday. As you all know the little girl that disappeared, was in fact, in the care of a family friend the entire time. However when the young girl was returned to her residence, PD got a call about a domestic. The girl died last night, DOA. The drunken father has not been taken in to custody, as he was not at the scene. Here is a recent picture of the man, bring him in ASAP"
Bosco leaned over to Faith, "You never told me PD hadn't arrested the father"
"I didn't know" Faith frowned.
"There's a subpoena to be served, Boscorelli, Yokas, you can start with that. Other than that keep yours eyes and ears open. Remember to report back to Central during an unfounded call, and remember to get your dinners approved before you go off." he finished.
Faith stood, grabbing a sheet of paper from the pile and heading from the room. She signed out a radio and stood by the cruiser, waiting for Bosco."
"You wanna drive?" Bosco asked, reaching the squad. She shook her head, "Go ahead, just don't kill us, gotta pick up the kids"
"Alright, lets call it in as a gas stop" he replied, getting in to the car.
"Central, this is 55-david, we are going 10-62 for a gas stop"
"10-4 55-David"
Faith leaned back in the seat, "I can't believe that asshole is still out there, he should be locked up"
"Beat, and then locked up" Bosco commented, pulling out of the lot and heading for the school.
"He's probably drunk somewhere, stumbling around without remorse"
"You talking about this guy, or Fred?" Bosco questioned.
"I don't know anymore" she admitted.
"Don't worry about Fred"
"I do though-" she was interupted.
"Is that Sully?" Bosco asked, staring intently in the rearview.
She twisted around carefully, her ribs only slightly sore today. "Yes, he's flashin' his lights Boz, pull over"
"He suspects something" Bosco warned.
"I know, I heard"
"What are we doing?" Davis asked from the passenger side.
"I think we should tell Faith about earlier"
"You sure, maybe she'd be better off not knowing"
"Since when, Fred's her husband" Sully pointed out.
"Some things are better left unsaid" Ty replied.
"I'm not telling her to piss her off, just to warn her."
"About what? Her drunken husband?"
"No, her very angry drunken husband who was demanding to know where Faith was. Fred was in dirty clothes, Faith's got a bruise on her cheek, and apparently she stayed at Bosco's place last night, put two and two together"
"You think he husband did that" Ty commented.
"Good job, detective" Sully commented, sliding the shifter in to park and getting out of the car.
"What's up Sully, were we over the speed limit?" Bosco asked, getting out of the driver's side.
"Nope, just wanna talk to Faith for a second" he replied, opening the driver's door and closing it behind him.
"That's just great, make me stand out here." Bosco muttered, leaning against the front of 55-Charlie. Ty joined him but remained silent.
"Faith, what really happened to your face?" Sully asked, looking at her.
She didn't meet his eyes, but stared straight ahead, "Sully, it was nothing, it was just an accident"
"You think it's okay because Fred was drunk"
"No" she turned to face him, "How do you know he was drunk?"
"I was here early with Davis, finishing up paperwork from yesterday, Fred showed up.
Faith sighed, "Drunk?" she asked.
"As a skunk, wanted to know where you were, whether you were coming in for work"
She could of sworn her heart had skipped a beat for a moment. "What did you tell him?"
"Nothing so he took a swing at me"
"I'm sorry"
"Don't apologize for him, where are Emily and Charlie?"
Faith froze, making the connection. "Oh god, he wants the kids" she whispered. She swung the door open, "Boz, lets go!" she yelled. Sully exited the car and went back to his.
"Davis, get in, let's go"
"Where we going?" he looked confused.
"Following"
"Uh, can I ask why?"
"No, just pray"
"What's wrong?"
"Fred showed up at the station, wanting to know where I was, and if I was working, I think he;s gonna go after the kids" she told him.
Bosco slammed the door, and without doing up his seatbelt shifted and stepped on the gas pulling in front of traffic.
Faith said nothing about the car that had been merely a foot away from hitting them.
Bosco reached over and flipped the sirens.
A/N: Mkay, now I'm ready to pick things up, however for the next idea, I read something similar somewhere, I can't remember where, but I swear, I'm not purposely stealing it! I swear I came up with it too! Please don't hurt me. I don't know who you are but her, Great minds think alike, right?! Please, please PLEASE R&R, I depend on it.. I need it.. screw water!
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Faith opened the door to Bosco's apartment, cheeks flushed. Bosco, having heard the door open, stuck his head out from the bathroom.
"Where've you been?"
"Went to park the car at our apartment"
"Why?"
"Well, in case ya haven't noticed Boz there has got to be more parking in uptown Manhattan during Christmas rush that there is around here"
He made a face, "Coulda stole number 17's spot"
"Do they have a car?"
He nodded, "But I don't like them, they know it, and they know I'm a cop. They don't like that so much"
"What did you do to them?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow and closing the door.
"What, do I hafta do something wrong to have people hate me?"
She snorted.
"What's so funny?!" he demanded.
"I thought maybe you slept with the girl who lives there" she suggested.
"She's married, well, engaged" he stated.
Faith gave him the look.
"Okay, so it might have something to do with it, but she broke it off, not me!"
She sat on the couch, curling up her legs under her and calming down her breathing. It was a fair hike from her place to here.
"What are you doing?"
"Watching TV..?" she countered.
"We have to work in an hour, don't wanna be late"
"Boz, you're always late."
"You're gonna be late this time"
She paused, then turned and looked at him, " Are you telling me it takes you an hour to get ready and go to work?"
He froze for a second, "so what if it does?"
She laughed and turned on the television.
"What now?!"
"Nothing, nothing at all" she grinned, pressing her lips together.
He looked at her suspiciously and she played innocent.
"Go get all pretty for the damsels" she teased once he'd turned his back.
"Huh?"
"I didn't say anything Boz, really you are getting paranoid"
"Roll Call in five minutes" Christopher's voice echoed through the locker room.
"That's my cue" Ty said, closing his locker, "Comin' Sully?"
"Be there in a minute" he replied, looking around the room which was nearly empty.
Faith stood at her locker, struggling to attempt a cover up on her bruised cheek, Bosco was watching with amusement.
"You know" he countered, "I could call someone up to help ya if you want"
"Like who, one of your many hating ex's" Sully grinned, walking up behind the two.
"Hey, who asked you"
"You could do it Boz, I'm sure you've seen it done so many times" Faith turned.
Her face appeared slightly paler than normal, and powder lines were visible, not to mention transluscent. Bosco cracked up.
"What?" she demanded.
"Faith, maybe you should just.. go without" Sully suggested nicely, elbowing Bosco.
"Yea, you can barely notice anyways" Bosco agreed.
She looked at him, "How can you not, it's pruple Boz"
He shrugged " I thought all you people were born with the ability to apply make up"
Faith stared at him, " Cause we all just pop out of the womb make-up brush in hand" she replies sarcastically.
He shrugged.
"So what happened, you funally get fed up with this guy and start a fight?" Sully suggested.
Faith stopped. So far, she'd been lucky enough to avoid heavy questioning. She looked down.
"I hit her with the door" Bosco stepped in.
Sully raised his eye brows. "A door?" he asked.
"Yea, didn't know she was there, just.. whipped it open" he shrugged.
"When was this?"
"Today when she hitched a ride" Bosco carried on.
"Faith?" Sully asked.
She simply nodded, "We better get going, roll call" she smiled, closing her locker.
"Uh, Faith?" Bosco asked.
"What?" she turned.
"You gonna wash that off?"
"Right" she headed in to the washroom, throwing water on her face and looking at her reflection for a moment. Dark circles were under her eyes, and the bruising made it look twice as bad. "I look like a raccoon" she muttered, grabbing paper towels.
"Bosco, what door did you hit her with?" she heard Sully ask from the locker room.
"The uh, front one"
"Oh"
"Why?" Bosco asked suspiciously.
"I just thought it was funny how entrance doors open inwards and you ended up hitting Faith with it" he commented.
Faith leaned against the wall for a moment. Time to think up another excuse, she told herself, leaving the room.
"Alright people, lets get down to business" Christopher spoke up from the front of the room.
Everyone settled down in to their seats, Faith slipping in to one beside Bosco, in front of Davis. "To start, I'd like to congratulate you all on the way you handled the public yesterday. As you all know the little girl that disappeared, was in fact, in the care of a family friend the entire time. However when the young girl was returned to her residence, PD got a call about a domestic. The girl died last night, DOA. The drunken father has not been taken in to custody, as he was not at the scene. Here is a recent picture of the man, bring him in ASAP"
Bosco leaned over to Faith, "You never told me PD hadn't arrested the father"
"I didn't know" Faith frowned.
"There's a subpoena to be served, Boscorelli, Yokas, you can start with that. Other than that keep yours eyes and ears open. Remember to report back to Central during an unfounded call, and remember to get your dinners approved before you go off." he finished.
Faith stood, grabbing a sheet of paper from the pile and heading from the room. She signed out a radio and stood by the cruiser, waiting for Bosco."
"You wanna drive?" Bosco asked, reaching the squad. She shook her head, "Go ahead, just don't kill us, gotta pick up the kids"
"Alright, lets call it in as a gas stop" he replied, getting in to the car.
"Central, this is 55-david, we are going 10-62 for a gas stop"
"10-4 55-David"
Faith leaned back in the seat, "I can't believe that asshole is still out there, he should be locked up"
"Beat, and then locked up" Bosco commented, pulling out of the lot and heading for the school.
"He's probably drunk somewhere, stumbling around without remorse"
"You talking about this guy, or Fred?" Bosco questioned.
"I don't know anymore" she admitted.
"Don't worry about Fred"
"I do though-" she was interupted.
"Is that Sully?" Bosco asked, staring intently in the rearview.
She twisted around carefully, her ribs only slightly sore today. "Yes, he's flashin' his lights Boz, pull over"
"He suspects something" Bosco warned.
"I know, I heard"
"What are we doing?" Davis asked from the passenger side.
"I think we should tell Faith about earlier"
"You sure, maybe she'd be better off not knowing"
"Since when, Fred's her husband" Sully pointed out.
"Some things are better left unsaid" Ty replied.
"I'm not telling her to piss her off, just to warn her."
"About what? Her drunken husband?"
"No, her very angry drunken husband who was demanding to know where Faith was. Fred was in dirty clothes, Faith's got a bruise on her cheek, and apparently she stayed at Bosco's place last night, put two and two together"
"You think he husband did that" Ty commented.
"Good job, detective" Sully commented, sliding the shifter in to park and getting out of the car.
"What's up Sully, were we over the speed limit?" Bosco asked, getting out of the driver's side.
"Nope, just wanna talk to Faith for a second" he replied, opening the driver's door and closing it behind him.
"That's just great, make me stand out here." Bosco muttered, leaning against the front of 55-Charlie. Ty joined him but remained silent.
"Faith, what really happened to your face?" Sully asked, looking at her.
She didn't meet his eyes, but stared straight ahead, "Sully, it was nothing, it was just an accident"
"You think it's okay because Fred was drunk"
"No" she turned to face him, "How do you know he was drunk?"
"I was here early with Davis, finishing up paperwork from yesterday, Fred showed up.
Faith sighed, "Drunk?" she asked.
"As a skunk, wanted to know where you were, whether you were coming in for work"
She could of sworn her heart had skipped a beat for a moment. "What did you tell him?"
"Nothing so he took a swing at me"
"I'm sorry"
"Don't apologize for him, where are Emily and Charlie?"
Faith froze, making the connection. "Oh god, he wants the kids" she whispered. She swung the door open, "Boz, lets go!" she yelled. Sully exited the car and went back to his.
"Davis, get in, let's go"
"Where we going?" he looked confused.
"Following"
"Uh, can I ask why?"
"No, just pray"
"What's wrong?"
"Fred showed up at the station, wanting to know where I was, and if I was working, I think he;s gonna go after the kids" she told him.
Bosco slammed the door, and without doing up his seatbelt shifted and stepped on the gas pulling in front of traffic.
Faith said nothing about the car that had been merely a foot away from hitting them.
Bosco reached over and flipped the sirens.