Disclaimer: If I owned Third Watch, Fred wouldn't exist. So, I guess I don't.
A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers! You guys are great, I will finish up my ideas for this story BUT I will continue it in another story, so you can watch for that... please, don't get mad if my updates don't go up as quick, I can't predict how I'll be feeling after work. Ironically I work from 3 to 11. Hrmmm.. First sign of obsession: You make the connection between shifts at Tim Horton's and Third Watch...Please save me....
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Bosco must have sat there for so long, just being happy for coming to terms, that he fell asleep. He woke up on the couch, moving he realized that Faith's head was now resting on his shoulder, and his head on hers. He froze for a moment, then lifted his head, straightening himself on the couch.
"You snore, you know" a voice said softly from hsi shoulder. He looked down, Faith was still rested on his shoulder, looking up with her eyes open, a smile on her lips.
"You sure it wasn't Charlie?" he asked.
"Pretty sure, it was right in my ear all night" she laughed.
"Sorry" he whispered.
"It's okay, it wasn't an annoying thing, it was a.. steady thing.. a comfoting sound" she whispered back.
"So I'm comforting now huh?"
"I said your snore was comfoting" she pointed out softly.
"Why are we whispering?" Bosco asked suddenly, noticing the kids weren't laying on the floor.
"I dunno" she whispered.
"Where are the kids?"
"At school" Faith replied.
"School, what time is it?!"
"Eight thiry, I set your VCR" she smiled.
"Great, now I'll just hafta figure out how to change it for Daylight Savings"
Faith laughed, "It's not hard Boz"
"I know, but I'm lazy"
"Well I'm hungry, how about getting some food somewhere?"
"Sounds okay to me, lemme go get changed"
"Alright" she yawned, getting up from his shoulder.
Faith watched him stumble his way in to his bedroom, shutting the door mostly, but leaving it open a crack. A crack, she thought disappointed. Stop that, her mind said. Bosco's your partner.
But he's still hot! the other half said.
He's a player, a bighead.
No, he's not. He's different than the way people think he is. They just, classify him and he follows suite.
What about all those times he was a jerk to you?
He was upset, it wasn't anything personal, he always apologized, we always made it back to eachother.
And what, so now you're thinking of marriage?
Marriage?! Where'd that come from? I said he was hot!
I'm not stupid, you know. I know the way you were thinking about him when he was cuddled against you this morning. And the way he's good with the kids.
That doesn't mean I want to marry the guy! They're observations!
So then, how do you explain suddenly liking a four syllable last name rather than a two?
I never even-
AH, but now you are, aren't you! Faith Boscorelli.
Stop it! You're confusing everything.
That's what I'm here for.
I thought you were supposed to straighten things out, discourage the way I feel, you are my brain after all!
I only discourage bad thoughts.
So you're saying Bosco's not a bad guy, then.
I never said that, I discourage bad thoughts, it's at least a reasonable one. But it ultimately lands with the heart.
You know, sometimes you're like a psychic, you pretend to be all knowing, but really, you just vague everything up and let them believe what ever.
Is it working?
No!
Bosco opened the door, wearing a fresh NYPD shirt and worn blue jeans. She looked at him, his brown hair, disheveled. His soft eyes and features. She felt a tingle in her fingers, and toes. And her breath caught. Her heart skipped a beat.
Oh my God, I love Bosco! she realized.
She focussed back on him, and he was staring.
"What?" she asked.
"I asked if you were ready to go" he grinned.
"Oh, uh yeah" she muttered, getting up from the couch.
"Uh, Faith?
"What? she turned around.
"Shoes" he suggested.
"Right" she bit her lip, sticking her shoes on.
Now you're just being stupid about it! Her minds said.
Stupid? I'm not being stupid.
You are too! Look at the way you're acting, you forgot to put on shoes!
An easily made mistake.
You know.
Know what?
De Nile's not just a river in Egypt.
I hate that saying.
So snap out of it.
I'm not in anything.
Watch out for the wall.
Faith held her nose as Bosco cracked up behind her.
"What was that all about?" he asked.
She turned around, holding her nose, eyes tearing.
"Oh, god, I'm sorry, are you okay?" he asked, a smile still visible on his lips.
She nodded, taking her hand away.
"It's not bleeding, that's good" he stated.
"Shut up!" Faith laughed.
"Didn't say anything" Bosco said.
"You're laughing!"
"Who, me?" he asked, innocently.
She gave a mock glare, but couldn't hold it and began to chuckle. Bosco joined in after a moment.
After they'd calmed down, Bosco turned to her, "So what was that all about? I called you name like, five times, you in la la land this morning?"
"Just thinking" she replied.
"Deep in thought"
"How'd you know?"
"Two reasons" he teased, "First, you walked in to a wall, second, there's thick black smoke coming from your ears"
She turned around and shoved him playfully.
"Oh, that's it, Charlie told me a secret!"
"Like Charlie knows any secrets!" she laughed.
He poked her in the side.
"Guess what Charlie told me" he asked, serious.
She studied him.
"He told me that.. you happen to be ticklish right about here!" he laughed, jumping at her. Faith knew it was coming, and side stepped, watching Bosco hit the same wall she had. This time Faith cracked up. He turned, holding his nose.
He muttered something.
"What?" she asked, "I can't even understand you!" she grinned.
"I said, you're in for it later"
"We'll see, we'll see" she nodded, pushing the stairwell door open.
A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers! You guys are great, I will finish up my ideas for this story BUT I will continue it in another story, so you can watch for that... please, don't get mad if my updates don't go up as quick, I can't predict how I'll be feeling after work. Ironically I work from 3 to 11. Hrmmm.. First sign of obsession: You make the connection between shifts at Tim Horton's and Third Watch...Please save me....
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Bosco must have sat there for so long, just being happy for coming to terms, that he fell asleep. He woke up on the couch, moving he realized that Faith's head was now resting on his shoulder, and his head on hers. He froze for a moment, then lifted his head, straightening himself on the couch.
"You snore, you know" a voice said softly from hsi shoulder. He looked down, Faith was still rested on his shoulder, looking up with her eyes open, a smile on her lips.
"You sure it wasn't Charlie?" he asked.
"Pretty sure, it was right in my ear all night" she laughed.
"Sorry" he whispered.
"It's okay, it wasn't an annoying thing, it was a.. steady thing.. a comfoting sound" she whispered back.
"So I'm comforting now huh?"
"I said your snore was comfoting" she pointed out softly.
"Why are we whispering?" Bosco asked suddenly, noticing the kids weren't laying on the floor.
"I dunno" she whispered.
"Where are the kids?"
"At school" Faith replied.
"School, what time is it?!"
"Eight thiry, I set your VCR" she smiled.
"Great, now I'll just hafta figure out how to change it for Daylight Savings"
Faith laughed, "It's not hard Boz"
"I know, but I'm lazy"
"Well I'm hungry, how about getting some food somewhere?"
"Sounds okay to me, lemme go get changed"
"Alright" she yawned, getting up from his shoulder.
Faith watched him stumble his way in to his bedroom, shutting the door mostly, but leaving it open a crack. A crack, she thought disappointed. Stop that, her mind said. Bosco's your partner.
But he's still hot! the other half said.
He's a player, a bighead.
No, he's not. He's different than the way people think he is. They just, classify him and he follows suite.
What about all those times he was a jerk to you?
He was upset, it wasn't anything personal, he always apologized, we always made it back to eachother.
And what, so now you're thinking of marriage?
Marriage?! Where'd that come from? I said he was hot!
I'm not stupid, you know. I know the way you were thinking about him when he was cuddled against you this morning. And the way he's good with the kids.
That doesn't mean I want to marry the guy! They're observations!
So then, how do you explain suddenly liking a four syllable last name rather than a two?
I never even-
AH, but now you are, aren't you! Faith Boscorelli.
Stop it! You're confusing everything.
That's what I'm here for.
I thought you were supposed to straighten things out, discourage the way I feel, you are my brain after all!
I only discourage bad thoughts.
So you're saying Bosco's not a bad guy, then.
I never said that, I discourage bad thoughts, it's at least a reasonable one. But it ultimately lands with the heart.
You know, sometimes you're like a psychic, you pretend to be all knowing, but really, you just vague everything up and let them believe what ever.
Is it working?
No!
Bosco opened the door, wearing a fresh NYPD shirt and worn blue jeans. She looked at him, his brown hair, disheveled. His soft eyes and features. She felt a tingle in her fingers, and toes. And her breath caught. Her heart skipped a beat.
Oh my God, I love Bosco! she realized.
She focussed back on him, and he was staring.
"What?" she asked.
"I asked if you were ready to go" he grinned.
"Oh, uh yeah" she muttered, getting up from the couch.
"Uh, Faith?
"What? she turned around.
"Shoes" he suggested.
"Right" she bit her lip, sticking her shoes on.
Now you're just being stupid about it! Her minds said.
Stupid? I'm not being stupid.
You are too! Look at the way you're acting, you forgot to put on shoes!
An easily made mistake.
You know.
Know what?
De Nile's not just a river in Egypt.
I hate that saying.
So snap out of it.
I'm not in anything.
Watch out for the wall.
Faith held her nose as Bosco cracked up behind her.
"What was that all about?" he asked.
She turned around, holding her nose, eyes tearing.
"Oh, god, I'm sorry, are you okay?" he asked, a smile still visible on his lips.
She nodded, taking her hand away.
"It's not bleeding, that's good" he stated.
"Shut up!" Faith laughed.
"Didn't say anything" Bosco said.
"You're laughing!"
"Who, me?" he asked, innocently.
She gave a mock glare, but couldn't hold it and began to chuckle. Bosco joined in after a moment.
After they'd calmed down, Bosco turned to her, "So what was that all about? I called you name like, five times, you in la la land this morning?"
"Just thinking" she replied.
"Deep in thought"
"How'd you know?"
"Two reasons" he teased, "First, you walked in to a wall, second, there's thick black smoke coming from your ears"
She turned around and shoved him playfully.
"Oh, that's it, Charlie told me a secret!"
"Like Charlie knows any secrets!" she laughed.
He poked her in the side.
"Guess what Charlie told me" he asked, serious.
She studied him.
"He told me that.. you happen to be ticklish right about here!" he laughed, jumping at her. Faith knew it was coming, and side stepped, watching Bosco hit the same wall she had. This time Faith cracked up. He turned, holding his nose.
He muttered something.
"What?" she asked, "I can't even understand you!" she grinned.
"I said, you're in for it later"
"We'll see, we'll see" she nodded, pushing the stairwell door open.