It started the moment they got in the car. She knew it would. Before the keys were even in the ignition, he turned on her. "What the hell do you think you're playing at Faith?" She avoided his gaze. "It's nothing Bos, nothing."
"The hell it is. I saw you leaving the bar last night with Sully. Sully for god's sake. And it certainly didn't look like nothing to me."
She didn't even have time to reply, he was in full flight now.
"You're married, Faith, even if it is to Fred. Did you forget that? Did for better or for worse mean just until you got bored?"
"Nothing happened Bosco." Faith's tone was sharp. Her head hurt, she was hot, and she really didn't need this now. Especially not from Bosco, whose idea of a serious relationship was knowing a girls first AND last name.
He put the keys in the ignition and started the car. "Sully. I just can't believe it, you and Sully."
"The mental pictures are enough to put a man off sex for life."
"Just drive Boscorelli, or your chances of ever having sex again will be slim."
The air in the car was tense. "I just don't believe you Faith."
"Bosco, you're really pissing me off. Just drive the damn car will you."
He reversed out of the car park and drove out of the precinct.
Faith glared out of the window. Her headache was getting worse by the minute. She thought about what Bosco said. What was wrong with Sully? He was a kind, gentle man, who cared about what he did. She had known for a long time that he had feelings for her and the more she had thought about it, the less she minded. She imagined him now, his kind eyes, gentle smile, his laugh echoed around her head. She thought of last night, his kisses soft and tentative at first, and later, rougher, more passionate, seeking the same response from her. His voice, soft, whispering in her ear, "Faith, oh Faith."
"Faith!" Bosco's voice cut into her daydream. "Did you get that Faith?"
"Uh, yeah, sure Bosco" She was pleased she wasn't driving, she wouldn't have known where the call was...
She was pleased when the shift was finished. It had been a long day, stuck in a hot car, with Bosco, neither of them saying much. She hurried straight out of the locker room, avoiding Bosco, and more importantly, Sully. Her head was pounding by now. All she wanted to do was head home and take a long cold shower, have a glass of wine and then head to bed.
Unfortunately, that wasn't to be.
Later that night there was a knock on the door. She opened it, and there was Bosco, drunk. Really drunk.
"Faith," he said "Faith, you can't do this." Thanking God that Fred was out, and the children in bed. She let him in.
"Bosco, I really don't want to talk about this."
"Shhh Faith" he said, putting his finger to his lips.
"You can't do this, not you and Sully"
"Oh Faith, I thought that if you were going to leave Fred for someone, it was going to be me."
He stared at her, his drunken eyes not quite focused. She knew that he was trying to read her, to see what she was thinking.
Faith wanted to laugh. She couldn't laugh though. Oh God, Bosco, you idiot.
"Bos," she said gently, "You don't love me."
"But Faith, you were there for me. After 9/11 and all that shit, you were the only one who cared. You're always there for me Faith. You're the one constant in my life."
"That doesn't mean I'm in love with you Bos. Yeah, I love you, you're my partner, and God help me you're probably my best friend, but I'm not in love with you. You know that, we're not right for each other."
He avoided her gaze. "I'm flattered Bosco, really I am, but we're not right for each other. We'd kill each other, you know that."
There was silence for what seemed like an eternity. Finally he looked at her. "Yeah, you're right." He said sulkily, like a kid who had just been scolded.
"I know I'm right," said Faith. I always am.
"Come on, I'll make you a coffee."
"OK," said Bosco.
He followed her inot the kitchen shaking his head. "Sully" He kept muttering, "Who'd have thought it, Goddammed Sully."
After what seemed like a lifetime, Faith finally said goodbye to Bosco and shut the door behind him.
She leant against the door, the wood cool and smooth against her back.
What else could possibly go wrong now? She was soon to find out, that that's a question you really shouldn't ask.
"The hell it is. I saw you leaving the bar last night with Sully. Sully for god's sake. And it certainly didn't look like nothing to me."
She didn't even have time to reply, he was in full flight now.
"You're married, Faith, even if it is to Fred. Did you forget that? Did for better or for worse mean just until you got bored?"
"Nothing happened Bosco." Faith's tone was sharp. Her head hurt, she was hot, and she really didn't need this now. Especially not from Bosco, whose idea of a serious relationship was knowing a girls first AND last name.
He put the keys in the ignition and started the car. "Sully. I just can't believe it, you and Sully."
"The mental pictures are enough to put a man off sex for life."
"Just drive Boscorelli, or your chances of ever having sex again will be slim."
The air in the car was tense. "I just don't believe you Faith."
"Bosco, you're really pissing me off. Just drive the damn car will you."
He reversed out of the car park and drove out of the precinct.
Faith glared out of the window. Her headache was getting worse by the minute. She thought about what Bosco said. What was wrong with Sully? He was a kind, gentle man, who cared about what he did. She had known for a long time that he had feelings for her and the more she had thought about it, the less she minded. She imagined him now, his kind eyes, gentle smile, his laugh echoed around her head. She thought of last night, his kisses soft and tentative at first, and later, rougher, more passionate, seeking the same response from her. His voice, soft, whispering in her ear, "Faith, oh Faith."
"Faith!" Bosco's voice cut into her daydream. "Did you get that Faith?"
"Uh, yeah, sure Bosco" She was pleased she wasn't driving, she wouldn't have known where the call was...
She was pleased when the shift was finished. It had been a long day, stuck in a hot car, with Bosco, neither of them saying much. She hurried straight out of the locker room, avoiding Bosco, and more importantly, Sully. Her head was pounding by now. All she wanted to do was head home and take a long cold shower, have a glass of wine and then head to bed.
Unfortunately, that wasn't to be.
Later that night there was a knock on the door. She opened it, and there was Bosco, drunk. Really drunk.
"Faith," he said "Faith, you can't do this." Thanking God that Fred was out, and the children in bed. She let him in.
"Bosco, I really don't want to talk about this."
"Shhh Faith" he said, putting his finger to his lips.
"You can't do this, not you and Sully"
"Oh Faith, I thought that if you were going to leave Fred for someone, it was going to be me."
He stared at her, his drunken eyes not quite focused. She knew that he was trying to read her, to see what she was thinking.
Faith wanted to laugh. She couldn't laugh though. Oh God, Bosco, you idiot.
"Bos," she said gently, "You don't love me."
"But Faith, you were there for me. After 9/11 and all that shit, you were the only one who cared. You're always there for me Faith. You're the one constant in my life."
"That doesn't mean I'm in love with you Bos. Yeah, I love you, you're my partner, and God help me you're probably my best friend, but I'm not in love with you. You know that, we're not right for each other."
He avoided her gaze. "I'm flattered Bosco, really I am, but we're not right for each other. We'd kill each other, you know that."
There was silence for what seemed like an eternity. Finally he looked at her. "Yeah, you're right." He said sulkily, like a kid who had just been scolded.
"I know I'm right," said Faith. I always am.
"Come on, I'll make you a coffee."
"OK," said Bosco.
He followed her inot the kitchen shaking his head. "Sully" He kept muttering, "Who'd have thought it, Goddammed Sully."
After what seemed like a lifetime, Faith finally said goodbye to Bosco and shut the door behind him.
She leant against the door, the wood cool and smooth against her back.
What else could possibly go wrong now? She was soon to find out, that that's a question you really shouldn't ask.