Author: Kate Anderson
Email: sam_loves_jack@yahoo.ca
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine! They belong to Edward Allen Bernero and John Wells and um, some other people. No money is being made from this work. Don't sue, I have nothing you'd want.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Faith develops a rather unusual ability.
Faith laid back on her towel, the hot rays of sun beat down upon her body. The warmth eased away all traces of tension she'd been feeling.
A handsome man lay beside her, clad only in brightly coloured swimming trunks. His chest was perfectly sculpted. Faith closed her eyes and smiled. Now this was the life.
"Hey baby," said a sexy, low voice from her side. "You should let me put some sunblock on you."
Faith's smile broadened. The man sat up, picked up a bottle and shook some lotion out onto his hand. He reached over and smoothed it onto her exposed stomach. His hand was cool on her sunbaked skin.
"So sexy..." he murmured softly, moving his hand upwards to caress her breasts.
"Oh Bosco..." Faith breathed, letting his touch move her.
Faith sat up in bed, pushing the covers off herself. Fred grunted slightly as the cool air hit him and yanked the covers back up. Faith wiped her brow, hoping the warmth that had spread through her body would dissipate. Fred twitched and began to snore again.
Maybe a cold shower or some ice would help her cool down. Faith wasn't sure she wanted to analyze the reasons behind her having erotic dreams about her partner. Her very off-limits but sexy, handsome, gorgeous, adorable and single partner. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Faith hoped she was psychic as well as telepathic.
Beside her, Fred scrunched up his face and farted. Charming, Faith thought and slid out of bed. It was raining outside, but Faith was still lost in the tropical paradise of her dream. A beach vacation, with or without Bosco, was a very nice prospect indeed.
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Faith paused outside the locker room. She wasn't sure why until she heard Davis. "Hey Bos!" he said. "You're looking happy today. You been gettin' some lately?" His tone was teasing.
It was almost weird to hear Bosco say something without first hearing him think about it. Not that he often thought before he spoke. "Shut up Davis!" Bosco said. "I'll have you know it was just dancing."
"You went dancing last night?" Ty sounded surprised. "No booty action?"
"Sorry to disappoint man."
"So what's the story? This chick not hot enough to warrant a ride with Boscorelli, the Italian Stallion?"?
"It's not like that with her." Bosco replied. Faith heard a locker slam shut and she released a lung full of air that she hadn't realized she'd been holding.
Bosco was talking about her. He was actually telling Ty about their night. Granted, her hadn't mentioned her name, thank goodness. Faith began to feel warm and tingly. She grinned. She kept grinning until the door swung open and whacked her in the face.
Faith cried out in pain and grabbed at her nose which had started to bleed. "Oh shit! Faith I'm sorry! I didn't know you were there!" Bosco's eyes were wide and he looked at her frantically.
Faith felt tears prick her eyes. "Idiot, don't just stand there, get her some paper towels! And a ride to the ER."
Faith moaned. Bosco ran back into the locker room and returned a moment later with a wad or paper towel and a concerned looking Ty. He stuffed the towels in Faith's face and guided her down the hallway. Davis tagged along.
"Boscorelli!"
Bosco whirled around and found Swersky standing in the hall looking very upset. "What the hell happened? Do you want to tell why your partner is dripping blood all over my clean hallways?"
Faith moaned again. Her face hurt. "I hit her with a door sir." Bosco replied meekly. "I'm taking her to Mercy to be looked at."
Through the wad of paper towels Faith mumbled, "I'm fine Bos."
Swersky shook his head and then bellowed, "Someone get clean up in here!"
Bosco continued leading Faith out of the precinct. Davis still followed. "You're going to the hospital Faith, whether you want to or not." Bosco said firmly. "I might have broken your nose."
"Oh please don't let me have broken her nose! The last thing I need is to need new shoes, new toilet, new engine and a new partner."
Bosco pulled the keys to an RMP from his pocket and opened the door. Faith got in, still clutching her face. Her nose may have stopped bleeding, she wasn't really sure.
"God Davis, don't you have anything else to do?" Bosco stared at Ty who was watching with interest. Ty shrugged. Bosco huffed and then got into the driver's seat of the squad car. Ty waved them a cheerful goodbye as Bosco took off down the road.
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"We're going to need to do a head CT to rule out any further damage and you have a mild concussion."
"But her nose isn't broken?"
"Just banged up. A nurse will come by to prep you for the CT soon."
The doctor left the exam room. Faith groaned and leaned back on the bed. Bosco was staring at her, his eyes filled with concern.
"Want me to call Fred?" Bosco asked.
Faith shook her head. "No, he's at work anyway. He's working overtime today. There's no point in worrying him or the kids."
Bosco was absurdly happy that she didn't want Fred called. In fact, he was almost gloating about it. Faith sighed.
"She's gonna hate me for doing this to her. At least for a few days."
"I don't hate you Bos." Faith replied. Her brain was so fuzzy that she didn't realize he hadn't said that out loud.
Bosco cocked his head. "I didn't say that out loud did I? Maybe I did and I don't remember doing it."
Faith groaned, realizing her error. That was so not what she needed right now. She closed her eyes and tried to conjure up images of her dream again. That was more what she needed. Bosco rubbing sunblock on her hot body. Her returning the favour and running her hands over his chest, gently teasing his...
"Mrs Yokas?" Faith's eyes snapped open and she found a nurse hovering over her.
The nurse smiled. "Let's get you ready for the CT."
Bosco squeezed her hand. "I'll be in the lounge, waiting for you." he said and left.
The nurse pulled out a needle and jammed it into Faith's arm. Faith winced. "That your husband? He's cute." the nurse said, trying to make small talk.
"Uhm humm.." Faith mumbled, not bothering to correct her mistake.
"And he's a cop too. I just love those men in their uniforms."
"Yeah..." Faith blinked a few times. "Look, I don't suppose you could give me something for the pain could you?"
The nurse frowned. "It's not on your chart, but I'll consult the doctor. I'll be right back and then we'll move you up to x-ray!"
Maybe when they did the scan they'd find the cause of her telepathy. Faith knew it was a long-shot but at this point, she figured anything was possible. Maybe someone had planted a receiver in her brain and a broadcaster in Bosco's. She could just imagine the doctor's confusion upon finding a device in her brain. "Well, Mrs Yokas, it would appear that you have a small, something implanted in your brain. We'd like to remove it and study it, if that's alright with you."
Not that Faith was just dying to have brain surgery or anything.
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All her wishing and hoping had proved to be in vain. The CT scan revealed nothing out of the ordinary. Truthfully, she would have been a little freaked out if there actually was something in her brain.
"I wonder if I can take the rest of the day off..."
Oh no...oh no no no. Bosco wanted to stay with her the rest of the day. Despite being doped up on pain meds, Faith's head still hurt and listening to Bosco's incessant yammering wasn't helping.
"I'm going to swing by the precinct." Bosco said. "Then I'll find some way to get you home."
"Just drop me off at the nearest subway station." Faith replied. "I can get home myself."
"Her eyes are practically spinning in her head and she thinks I'm just gonna let her go home by herself?"
"Yes Bosco! I do think that!" Faith cried out and then clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Okay, I definitely did not say that out loud."
Bosco slammed on the brakes and pulled over. Several other drivers honked at him and waved their fingers as they drove by. Apparently they didn't notice the lights on top of the car and the large NYPD written in blue on the side. "What the hell is going on?" Bosco asked, staring at Faith with disbelief.
Faith shrugged. "Nothing."
"You've been acting really strange these past few days."
Faith shrugged again. "I'm not sleeping well."
"How the hell do I say this without sounding crazy? Do I just ask her if she's reading my mind? Oh wait, if she is, she just heard that. Oh hell..."
Faith kept her mouth shut. Bosco looked at her expectantly. Faith was tempted to reply, oh she was very tempted. But if she told him, things would get weird. Weirder than they already were.
"I'm fine Bosco." she said finally. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Bosco furrowed his brow. "Maybe I'm the one that should have had the CT scan. Maybe I'm suddenly unable to think things. Oh god, what if I've been thinking out loud all the time?"
"Just take me home Bos." Faith said and Bosco pulled back onto the road.
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"One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish!"
Faith unlocked the door to her apartment and marvelled how Bosco's thoughts came seemingly out of nowhere. She hadn't a clue why he'd be thinking about fish or Dr Seuss books.
"I do not want green eggs and ham. I do not want them, Sam I am."
Faith had a pretty good idea of what to buy Bosco for his next birthday.
"Mom? Why are you home so early? What happened to your face?" Emily looked up at her mom from the couch.
"I had a little run in with a door." Faith replied. "I got the day off."
Bosco kicked off his shoes, he was obviously intending to stay a while. "Oh mom, this came in the mail today." Emily held up a brown box. "It's addressed to dad."
Faith hung up her jacket and then took the box from Emily. It didn't have a return address, it just said Fred Yokas and their address. Faith hoped that it wasn't an ab-roller or one of those egg cooker things.
Bosco was helping himself to a soda and merrily chanting Dr Seuss rhymes. Faith set the box down on the kitchen counter and pulled out a knife to cut the tape with.
"Hey Bosco." Emily said, finally acknowledging that he was in the house.
Bosco took a mouthful of soda and waved to Emily. Faith cut the tape and the opened the box. Faith made a small strangled noise and Bosco leaned over to have a look. He promptly sprayed his soda all over Faith.
Faith wiped her face off, barely noticing she was now sticky and damp. "Is that a..." Bosco started to say.
"Penis enlarger?" Faith finished, her voice barely above a whisper. They both stared at the object with interest. Emily walked over and Faith hastily closed the box as her daughter neared. This was something her daughter definitely did not need to see. Hell, it was something that no one needed to see.
"What is it mom?" Emily asked, trying to move her mother's hands from the box. Faith snatched it up and clutched it to her chest.
"It's nothing sweetheart. Just something your father ordered for um, Charlie's birthday."
Bosco, who had just taken another sip of soda, sprayed his drink all over the fridge. Faith hurried down the hall and dumped the box, with the offending item, in the bedroom. She returned to find Bosco wiping down the fridge.
"Oh God, now that's embarrassing! Who knew Freddie boy needed a penis enlarger!"
Faith silently agreed with Bosco, it was embarrassing. Not only for Fred, but for her as well. Emily had shut off the tv and had stalked out of the living room. She looked a little ticked off.
"Sorry about the shower." Bosco said, approaching her with his damp cloth.
"It's alright." Faith said. "I knew Fred had been watching a lot of infomercials lately, but I didn't think he was actually ordering things."
"What channel is seeing ads for those on?" Bosco asked, wiping Faith's arm with the cloth. His touch was gentle.
"I'm not sure I want to know."
Faith sighed. Down the hall she heard her kids giggle. The floor creaked and she knew they were up to something. Her headache had increased ten-fold since arriving home and was showing no signs of abating.
"You want something to drink?" Bosco offered. "You could sit down and I'll bring it to you."
Faith shook her head. "I'd better see what my wonderful children are up to. I'm hearing a lot of giggling and an inordinate amount of silence."
Faith walked quietly down the hall. The door to the kid's bedroom was shut and she paused, putting an ear to it. "Mom said it was something Dad ordered for your birthday, but she wouldn't let me see what it was." she heard Emily say. Faith's eyes widened with horror as she realized what they'd been doing.
"Open it up!" Emily encouraged her brother. "Don't you want to see what it is?"
There was a small rustling sound and then Charlie said, "What is it?"
Bosco appeared next to Faith as Emily said, "I'm not sure, it looks like some kind of pump."
Despite the headache, Faith wanted to bash her head against a wall. Repeatedly. "What are they doing in there?" Bosco asked.
"Playing with Charlie's new toy." Faith replied.
"Charlie's new toy?" Bosco scrunched up his forehead. "Oh no...it isn't...??"
Faith nodded. "Maybe it's for blowing up balloons." Emily suggested to her brother. "Really big balloons."
"Must not laugh. This isn't funny." Bosco looked a bit constipated as he tried to contain his laughter. Finally the dam broke and Bosco had to walk away, laughing like a hyena on crack.
Faith knocked on the door and she heard frantic movement and harsh whispers. Finally Emily called, "Come in!"
Faith pushed open the door and pasted a false smile on her face. Charlie and Emily were sitting on Emily's bed, smiling right back at her. "I just wanted to know if you guys had finished all your homework." Faith said.
Both children nodded, their heads bobbing simultaneously. "We were done before you came home." Charlie said. He appeared to be sitting on something.
Faith smiled and nodded. She closed the door again and the ridiculousness of the situation hit her and she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the giggles. She found Bosco standing in the kitchen, and when he turned around to look at her, Faith broke down into uncontrollable laughter.
"I love her laugh."
Bosco was grinning at Faith. Faith was very glad that Fred wasn't due home for another few hours. She wasn't sure she could ever look him in the eye again. Apparently neither was Bosco. As Faith continued to laugh, she felt Bosco grab her and hug her. He was laughing himself. She could feel the vibrations as he held her.