Rainy Season
Part 7
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Not much for notes…as you know I don't own anything related to Third Watch!
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"Every lifetime has a little bit of rain. This is just your rainy season."
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Faith woke up around ten in the morning. She sat up and stretched her arms over her head. "Oh man," she put her hand on her stomach. "Why did I eat so much junk food last night?"
She went into the bathroom and searched the medicine cabinet for some TUMS or Pepto or Rolaids or something. Faith didn't care what it was as long as it worked.
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It was some time after noon when Bosco finally opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was the six empty beer cans on the coffee table and the two empty beer bottles on the end table. He rubbed his eyes. "Why do I do this to myself?"
Bosco stumbled into the kitchen to find another empty bottle on the counter…an empty bottle of Tylenol. He picked up the bottle and threw it in the trash. "Dammit." Bosco limped back through the living room, his head threatening to split open with every step.
He opened the medicine cabinet and began searching the shelves. "No. Come on. Not today." He pulled bottle after bottle off the shelves. No Tylenol. No aspirin. Nothing. Bosco didn't even bother putting anything back or closing the cabinet. He went into his bedroom, put on a pair of sweats and discarded his shirt on the floor. He went over to the window to close the blinds, and noticed it was raining. "Perfect day to sleep," he mumbled as he climbed into bed.
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Faith drank close to half the bottle of Pepto Bismol that she found in the medicine cabinet. Then she straightened up the living room. "Man it's dark in here," she thought as she went over to the large window to pull back the drapes. Faith looked out the window. "Great. I get two days off and it's going to rain! As if life wasn't depressing enough already."
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Bosco rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. "Damn, it's five already. Nothing like wasting a day off." He sat up and his head started throbbing again. He felt like he'd been sleeping forever, but he still couldn't sleep off this hangover. "Only one way to fix this," he said as he pulled a shirt over his head and walked out of his bedroom. He slipped on his shoe, grabbed his wallet and keys and headed out the door.
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All day long Faith had kept herself busy unpacking boxes and straightening up the apartment. Now she roamed the aisles of the grocery store pushing a shopping cart ahead of her. She was trying to keep her mind occupied with other thoughts so she wouldn't be thinking of Bosco.
Faith went down the next aisle, and stopped dead in her tracks. "Of all the grocery stores in New York why this one?" she asked herself in a whisper.
Bosco grabbed a bag of Ruffles and a can of French onion dip and threw them in his cart. Without looking up he started pushing his cart down the aisle. He had only gone a foot or so when he ran into another cart. "Shoot. I'm sor---," he looked up and his eyes met Faith's. "Oh boy," he thought. "Uh, sorry," he whispered.
"It's OK," she said softly. They stood there in awkward silence. Both of them trying to avoid looking at the other, and trying to think of something to say. "So, uh, why aren't you using your crutches?" she asked lamely. It was the only thing she could think of right now.
He looked at his arms then his foot almost indicating that he didn't realize he was without them. "Oh it's uh kinda hard to maneuver a cart and carry stuff with them." His response wasn't rude or sarcastic, it sounded more nervous than anything else.
Faith nodded slowly. "Well you know the more you walk without them the longer it's going to take the bone to heal."
He nodded, and there was a pause in their strained conversation. "So where are the kids?"
"With Fred remember?" She looked at him. "You and I were going to spend our days off together," Faith added quietly.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Bosco's mind screamed. "Oh, yeah," he said quietly.
Faith looked at him and took in his appearance. He looked rough. She could tell he hadn't shaved or showered, and he looked like he had just crawled out of bed. She glanced at the items in his cart. Aspirin, chips, dip and beer. "You're drinking again." It wasn't a question it was a statement.
He quickly looked at the case of beer in his cart then at her. "Uh not much." He pointed at the case. "It was on sale."
"I thought you stopped after seeing O'Malley," she said with concern.
Bosco rubbed his hand over his face then rubbed the back of his neck. "I did…for the most part. Look I gotta get going." He pushed his cart past her without another word.
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It rained the rest of the night and into the next afternoon. Faith hadn't slept much because she was so worried about Bosco. She knew Bosco was drinking, and he was drinking a lot. That scared her because he wasn't like that. Sure he'd have a few drinks now and then, but she couldn't remember the last time he had gotten drunk. She could tell just by seeing him in the store for a couple minutes that he'd had more than his share of alcohol the last couple of days.
Periodically throughout the night she'd called his apartment. She just wanted to hear his voice to reassure her that he was "OK". As soon as he would answer the phone and say hello Faith would hang up. She knew that he had caller id, but she also knew that the id display box was in the kitchen and he never kept the phone in the kitchen. Finally after being hung up on for the sixth time Bosco had taken the phone off the hook.
Not sure what to do with herself for the rest of the evening Faith went into Charlie's room and pulled a book off his desk. The first book in the Harry Potter series looked safe. She knew that this book wouldn't have her thinking of love gone wrong.
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Bosco pulled another can of beer out of the fridge. He stood up and stared at the can in his hand. He had no idea how many beers he'd had last night or today for that matter. All he knew was he had a really good buzz going. "This stuff tastes like crap." He put the beer back in the fridge.
He picked up the phone and dialed the number for the cell phone that Davis and Sully carried in their RMP. "Hello?"
"Davis it's Bosco."
"Oh hey Bosco." Davis and Sully looked at each other with puzzled expressions. "What's up?"
"Wanna met me at Haggerty's after your shift?"
"Uh yeah OK." Ty paused for a second. "You OK Bosco? You sound, I don't know, strange."
"I'm fine. See you later."
"Yeah." Davis hung up with a sigh.
"What was that all about?" asked Sully.
"Bosco wants me to meet him at Haggerty's tonight."
"Yeah well that's what you young guys do right? Meet at the bar, knock back a few."
"I don't know Sully. He all ready sounds like he's had a few, and isn't he supposed to work in the morning?"
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Ty walked into the bar just before midnight and found Bosco sitting alone in the corner booth. He slid in across from him. "Hey. So what's up?"
"Nothin'. Jus' got tired of drinking alone," Bosco took a long drink of his Smirnoff Ice.
Davis took a hard look at his friend. "How many have you had?" he asked as he pointed at the bottle Bosco had just set on the table.
"You mean since I been here or the las' coupla days? Cause if you mean the las' couple days I los' count" Bosco's words were slurred and Davis thought Bosco was going to fall over as he swayed while leaning forward to rest his arms on the table. His eyes were glassy and his face was flushed. He went to pick up his drink, but Davis grabbed it before he could get a hand on it. "Hey!" Bosco practically shouted.
"I think you've had enough."
"Now way! Come on you suppose' to be my buddy. Les' have a lil' fun."
"Bosco you're supposed to be at work in less than seven hours."
"So?!" Bosco tried to grab his drink from Ty but he was too slow.
Davis flagged down the waitress. He handed her Bosco's drink. "Can you get rid of this, and bring my friend a big pitcher of water?"
"Davis!" Bosco yelled, horrified at the fact that he had given the waitress an almost full bottle of good alcohol. "Thas' alcohol abuse." Bosco slurred.
Ty pointed a finger at him. "Shut up Bosco! I can't believe I have to try and sober you up." The waitress came back with a pitcher of water and a glass. Davis poured a glass of water and placed it in front of Bosco. "Drink it."
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When Ty was satisfied he hauled a drunken Bosco out to his car. Bosco passed out as Ty drove him home. After practically carrying him upstairs Davis got Bosco into his apartment. "Davis."
"Yeah," he sighed.
"I'm gonna puke." Bosco wrapped one arm around his stomach and put a hand over his mouth.
"Oh damn." Davis started pushing Bosco toward the bathroom. Bosco couldn't move fast enough, and he erupted just as he entered the bathroom. "Awe man," Davis groaned as the liquid content of his friend's stomach ended up on the floor and the sink. "Man how much did you drink?!"
Bosco leaned against the doorframe. "Too much," he groaned as he felt another bought coming on. He quickly made his way over to the toilet.
Davis stood in the doorway cringing at the sight and sound of Bosco's retching. Bosco wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and sat on the edge of the bathtub. He leaned his shoulder and head on the wall next to him.
"You gonna be OK while I go find something to clean this up?" Bosco waved weakly at Davis to go as he once again vomited.
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Forty-five minutes later Davis had finished cleaning his bathroom, and Bosco still sat on the edge of the bathtub. "Owww my head," groaned Bosco.
"How you doing?"
"I don't feel so good."
"Yeah well I'm willing to bet you've still got a lot of liquor in you."
"Almost three days worth."
"Hop in the shower. I'll grab some clothes for you."
Bosco stood up slowly. One hand on his head, and the other on the wall to steady himself. "No. I just wanna sleep."
"Nope. You're taking a shower. I'm not risking you falling asleep and choking on your own puke."
"Davis I gotta work tomorrow."
"You're obviously still drunk if you think you'll be in any condition to work--," Davis looked at his watch, "-in five hours. Now take a cold shower."
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At six o'clock Davis handed the phone to Bosco so he could call work and let them know he wouldn't be there. When he hung up the phone he looked at Ty. "Now will you let me sleep?" Every time Bosco had closed his eyes Davis had shook him awake.
"Not until I leave for work."
"What?! You're staying."
"Yeah." Davis chuckled. "After seeing how drunk you were, and noticing all the beer you still have in the fridge I'm not about to leave you alone."
"I'm a big boy Davis!"
Davis put his hands up. "Whatever you say." Neither of them said anything for a while. Ty settled into the couch and put his hands behind his head. "So what pushed you over the edge? What made you start drinking so much?"
Bosco looked at Davis and ran a hand through his unruly hair. "Faith and I, we uh, we broke up."
"What?! But you guys…you seemed so happy."
"Yeah well things got complicated."
"You ok?"
Bosco looked at Ty. "What do you think?!" The rest of the morning they sat in silence.
*****
Davis left Bosco's apartment around 1:30 that afternoon. Finally allowing Bosco to get some sleep.
Ty changed into his uniform and sat in front of his locker waiting for Faith. Sully came into the locker room. "Davis hurry up. You're going to be late for roll call."
He looked at his watch. "Yeah I'll be there in a sec." Davis quickly scribbled a note and put it on Faith's locker.
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Faith plopped down in front of her locker. It had been a long shift and all she wanted to do was go home and take a long soak in the tub. She opened her locker and a piece of paper fell to the floor. She picked it up and unfolded it.
Faith- I need to talk to you. I'll find you after roll call. -Ty
"Wonder what this is about." Faith shrugged, changed into her civvies and sat to wait for Ty.
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"I'll be out in a minute Sully. I gotta go talk to Faith." He entered the locker room, which was empty except for Faith. "Hey," he said to get her attention.
She held up the note. "What's up?"
"I just left Bosco's place about two hours ago. I had to haul his drunk ass home from the bar. He went on a three day bender." Faith looked down at the floor. Davis took a few steps toward her. "Faith I know you guys broke up, but I think somebody needs to go check on him."
Faith looked at Ty. "And you think I should?"
"Somebody needs to. He puked his guts out this morning, and I didn't let him fall asleep until I left. But from the empties around his apartment it looks like he drank a *lot*. I'm sure he's still passed out, but just in case I took the rest of the beer from his fridge."
Faith nodded. "I guess I can go check on him."
"All right. Well I better get to work."
"Thanks Ty."
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Faith took a deep breath and knocked on the door. She didn't hear any movement so she knocked again. Bosco still didn't answer the door, so she took her keys out of her pocket and unlocked the door. She pushed it open and surveyed the apartment before going inside.
"Bosco?" she called as she walked through his apartment. Faith stood in his bedroom doorway. He was asleep, lying on his stomach, his broken foot hanging off the bed. He was snoring softly.
For awhile she just stood there watching him sleep. She missed him. It had only been a few days, but she was miserable without him. She wanted so badly to go lay next to him, and put her arm around him.
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Bosco rolled out of bed a little before 9:00pm. He rubbed his eyes and limped into the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face, and went into the living room. "How are you?"
Her voice startled him and he jumped. He swallowed hard, and looked at her. "What are you---? How'd you---?"
"Saw Davis today. He thought I should check on you."
"Well I'm fine," he went to the kitchen for some aspirin.
Faith followed him. She leaned on the counter as she watched him. "He said you went on a three day bender and that you were pretty drunk."
"Well I'm fine now. Hungover, but fine." They just stood looking at each other. Just like their chance meeting at the grocery store this was an awkward situation, and neither of them knew what to say or do. Bosco looked at Faith then went over and opened his apartment door showing her the way out. "Well thanks for stopping by."
Part 7
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Not much for notes…as you know I don't own anything related to Third Watch!
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"Every lifetime has a little bit of rain. This is just your rainy season."
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Faith woke up around ten in the morning. She sat up and stretched her arms over her head. "Oh man," she put her hand on her stomach. "Why did I eat so much junk food last night?"
She went into the bathroom and searched the medicine cabinet for some TUMS or Pepto or Rolaids or something. Faith didn't care what it was as long as it worked.
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It was some time after noon when Bosco finally opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was the six empty beer cans on the coffee table and the two empty beer bottles on the end table. He rubbed his eyes. "Why do I do this to myself?"
Bosco stumbled into the kitchen to find another empty bottle on the counter…an empty bottle of Tylenol. He picked up the bottle and threw it in the trash. "Dammit." Bosco limped back through the living room, his head threatening to split open with every step.
He opened the medicine cabinet and began searching the shelves. "No. Come on. Not today." He pulled bottle after bottle off the shelves. No Tylenol. No aspirin. Nothing. Bosco didn't even bother putting anything back or closing the cabinet. He went into his bedroom, put on a pair of sweats and discarded his shirt on the floor. He went over to the window to close the blinds, and noticed it was raining. "Perfect day to sleep," he mumbled as he climbed into bed.
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Faith drank close to half the bottle of Pepto Bismol that she found in the medicine cabinet. Then she straightened up the living room. "Man it's dark in here," she thought as she went over to the large window to pull back the drapes. Faith looked out the window. "Great. I get two days off and it's going to rain! As if life wasn't depressing enough already."
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Bosco rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. "Damn, it's five already. Nothing like wasting a day off." He sat up and his head started throbbing again. He felt like he'd been sleeping forever, but he still couldn't sleep off this hangover. "Only one way to fix this," he said as he pulled a shirt over his head and walked out of his bedroom. He slipped on his shoe, grabbed his wallet and keys and headed out the door.
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All day long Faith had kept herself busy unpacking boxes and straightening up the apartment. Now she roamed the aisles of the grocery store pushing a shopping cart ahead of her. She was trying to keep her mind occupied with other thoughts so she wouldn't be thinking of Bosco.
Faith went down the next aisle, and stopped dead in her tracks. "Of all the grocery stores in New York why this one?" she asked herself in a whisper.
Bosco grabbed a bag of Ruffles and a can of French onion dip and threw them in his cart. Without looking up he started pushing his cart down the aisle. He had only gone a foot or so when he ran into another cart. "Shoot. I'm sor---," he looked up and his eyes met Faith's. "Oh boy," he thought. "Uh, sorry," he whispered.
"It's OK," she said softly. They stood there in awkward silence. Both of them trying to avoid looking at the other, and trying to think of something to say. "So, uh, why aren't you using your crutches?" she asked lamely. It was the only thing she could think of right now.
He looked at his arms then his foot almost indicating that he didn't realize he was without them. "Oh it's uh kinda hard to maneuver a cart and carry stuff with them." His response wasn't rude or sarcastic, it sounded more nervous than anything else.
Faith nodded slowly. "Well you know the more you walk without them the longer it's going to take the bone to heal."
He nodded, and there was a pause in their strained conversation. "So where are the kids?"
"With Fred remember?" She looked at him. "You and I were going to spend our days off together," Faith added quietly.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Bosco's mind screamed. "Oh, yeah," he said quietly.
Faith looked at him and took in his appearance. He looked rough. She could tell he hadn't shaved or showered, and he looked like he had just crawled out of bed. She glanced at the items in his cart. Aspirin, chips, dip and beer. "You're drinking again." It wasn't a question it was a statement.
He quickly looked at the case of beer in his cart then at her. "Uh not much." He pointed at the case. "It was on sale."
"I thought you stopped after seeing O'Malley," she said with concern.
Bosco rubbed his hand over his face then rubbed the back of his neck. "I did…for the most part. Look I gotta get going." He pushed his cart past her without another word.
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It rained the rest of the night and into the next afternoon. Faith hadn't slept much because she was so worried about Bosco. She knew Bosco was drinking, and he was drinking a lot. That scared her because he wasn't like that. Sure he'd have a few drinks now and then, but she couldn't remember the last time he had gotten drunk. She could tell just by seeing him in the store for a couple minutes that he'd had more than his share of alcohol the last couple of days.
Periodically throughout the night she'd called his apartment. She just wanted to hear his voice to reassure her that he was "OK". As soon as he would answer the phone and say hello Faith would hang up. She knew that he had caller id, but she also knew that the id display box was in the kitchen and he never kept the phone in the kitchen. Finally after being hung up on for the sixth time Bosco had taken the phone off the hook.
Not sure what to do with herself for the rest of the evening Faith went into Charlie's room and pulled a book off his desk. The first book in the Harry Potter series looked safe. She knew that this book wouldn't have her thinking of love gone wrong.
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Bosco pulled another can of beer out of the fridge. He stood up and stared at the can in his hand. He had no idea how many beers he'd had last night or today for that matter. All he knew was he had a really good buzz going. "This stuff tastes like crap." He put the beer back in the fridge.
He picked up the phone and dialed the number for the cell phone that Davis and Sully carried in their RMP. "Hello?"
"Davis it's Bosco."
"Oh hey Bosco." Davis and Sully looked at each other with puzzled expressions. "What's up?"
"Wanna met me at Haggerty's after your shift?"
"Uh yeah OK." Ty paused for a second. "You OK Bosco? You sound, I don't know, strange."
"I'm fine. See you later."
"Yeah." Davis hung up with a sigh.
"What was that all about?" asked Sully.
"Bosco wants me to meet him at Haggerty's tonight."
"Yeah well that's what you young guys do right? Meet at the bar, knock back a few."
"I don't know Sully. He all ready sounds like he's had a few, and isn't he supposed to work in the morning?"
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Ty walked into the bar just before midnight and found Bosco sitting alone in the corner booth. He slid in across from him. "Hey. So what's up?"
"Nothin'. Jus' got tired of drinking alone," Bosco took a long drink of his Smirnoff Ice.
Davis took a hard look at his friend. "How many have you had?" he asked as he pointed at the bottle Bosco had just set on the table.
"You mean since I been here or the las' coupla days? Cause if you mean the las' couple days I los' count" Bosco's words were slurred and Davis thought Bosco was going to fall over as he swayed while leaning forward to rest his arms on the table. His eyes were glassy and his face was flushed. He went to pick up his drink, but Davis grabbed it before he could get a hand on it. "Hey!" Bosco practically shouted.
"I think you've had enough."
"Now way! Come on you suppose' to be my buddy. Les' have a lil' fun."
"Bosco you're supposed to be at work in less than seven hours."
"So?!" Bosco tried to grab his drink from Ty but he was too slow.
Davis flagged down the waitress. He handed her Bosco's drink. "Can you get rid of this, and bring my friend a big pitcher of water?"
"Davis!" Bosco yelled, horrified at the fact that he had given the waitress an almost full bottle of good alcohol. "Thas' alcohol abuse." Bosco slurred.
Ty pointed a finger at him. "Shut up Bosco! I can't believe I have to try and sober you up." The waitress came back with a pitcher of water and a glass. Davis poured a glass of water and placed it in front of Bosco. "Drink it."
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When Ty was satisfied he hauled a drunken Bosco out to his car. Bosco passed out as Ty drove him home. After practically carrying him upstairs Davis got Bosco into his apartment. "Davis."
"Yeah," he sighed.
"I'm gonna puke." Bosco wrapped one arm around his stomach and put a hand over his mouth.
"Oh damn." Davis started pushing Bosco toward the bathroom. Bosco couldn't move fast enough, and he erupted just as he entered the bathroom. "Awe man," Davis groaned as the liquid content of his friend's stomach ended up on the floor and the sink. "Man how much did you drink?!"
Bosco leaned against the doorframe. "Too much," he groaned as he felt another bought coming on. He quickly made his way over to the toilet.
Davis stood in the doorway cringing at the sight and sound of Bosco's retching. Bosco wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and sat on the edge of the bathtub. He leaned his shoulder and head on the wall next to him.
"You gonna be OK while I go find something to clean this up?" Bosco waved weakly at Davis to go as he once again vomited.
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Forty-five minutes later Davis had finished cleaning his bathroom, and Bosco still sat on the edge of the bathtub. "Owww my head," groaned Bosco.
"How you doing?"
"I don't feel so good."
"Yeah well I'm willing to bet you've still got a lot of liquor in you."
"Almost three days worth."
"Hop in the shower. I'll grab some clothes for you."
Bosco stood up slowly. One hand on his head, and the other on the wall to steady himself. "No. I just wanna sleep."
"Nope. You're taking a shower. I'm not risking you falling asleep and choking on your own puke."
"Davis I gotta work tomorrow."
"You're obviously still drunk if you think you'll be in any condition to work--," Davis looked at his watch, "-in five hours. Now take a cold shower."
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At six o'clock Davis handed the phone to Bosco so he could call work and let them know he wouldn't be there. When he hung up the phone he looked at Ty. "Now will you let me sleep?" Every time Bosco had closed his eyes Davis had shook him awake.
"Not until I leave for work."
"What?! You're staying."
"Yeah." Davis chuckled. "After seeing how drunk you were, and noticing all the beer you still have in the fridge I'm not about to leave you alone."
"I'm a big boy Davis!"
Davis put his hands up. "Whatever you say." Neither of them said anything for a while. Ty settled into the couch and put his hands behind his head. "So what pushed you over the edge? What made you start drinking so much?"
Bosco looked at Davis and ran a hand through his unruly hair. "Faith and I, we uh, we broke up."
"What?! But you guys…you seemed so happy."
"Yeah well things got complicated."
"You ok?"
Bosco looked at Ty. "What do you think?!" The rest of the morning they sat in silence.
*****
Davis left Bosco's apartment around 1:30 that afternoon. Finally allowing Bosco to get some sleep.
Ty changed into his uniform and sat in front of his locker waiting for Faith. Sully came into the locker room. "Davis hurry up. You're going to be late for roll call."
He looked at his watch. "Yeah I'll be there in a sec." Davis quickly scribbled a note and put it on Faith's locker.
*****
Faith plopped down in front of her locker. It had been a long shift and all she wanted to do was go home and take a long soak in the tub. She opened her locker and a piece of paper fell to the floor. She picked it up and unfolded it.
Faith- I need to talk to you. I'll find you after roll call. -Ty
"Wonder what this is about." Faith shrugged, changed into her civvies and sat to wait for Ty.
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"I'll be out in a minute Sully. I gotta go talk to Faith." He entered the locker room, which was empty except for Faith. "Hey," he said to get her attention.
She held up the note. "What's up?"
"I just left Bosco's place about two hours ago. I had to haul his drunk ass home from the bar. He went on a three day bender." Faith looked down at the floor. Davis took a few steps toward her. "Faith I know you guys broke up, but I think somebody needs to go check on him."
Faith looked at Ty. "And you think I should?"
"Somebody needs to. He puked his guts out this morning, and I didn't let him fall asleep until I left. But from the empties around his apartment it looks like he drank a *lot*. I'm sure he's still passed out, but just in case I took the rest of the beer from his fridge."
Faith nodded. "I guess I can go check on him."
"All right. Well I better get to work."
"Thanks Ty."
*****
Faith took a deep breath and knocked on the door. She didn't hear any movement so she knocked again. Bosco still didn't answer the door, so she took her keys out of her pocket and unlocked the door. She pushed it open and surveyed the apartment before going inside.
"Bosco?" she called as she walked through his apartment. Faith stood in his bedroom doorway. He was asleep, lying on his stomach, his broken foot hanging off the bed. He was snoring softly.
For awhile she just stood there watching him sleep. She missed him. It had only been a few days, but she was miserable without him. She wanted so badly to go lay next to him, and put her arm around him.
*****
Bosco rolled out of bed a little before 9:00pm. He rubbed his eyes and limped into the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face, and went into the living room. "How are you?"
Her voice startled him and he jumped. He swallowed hard, and looked at her. "What are you---? How'd you---?"
"Saw Davis today. He thought I should check on you."
"Well I'm fine," he went to the kitchen for some aspirin.
Faith followed him. She leaned on the counter as she watched him. "He said you went on a three day bender and that you were pretty drunk."
"Well I'm fine now. Hungover, but fine." They just stood looking at each other. Just like their chance meeting at the grocery store this was an awkward situation, and neither of them knew what to say or do. Bosco looked at Faith then went over and opened his apartment door showing her the way out. "Well thanks for stopping by."