A/N - I just wanted to give you guys a little feedback on this story, I got the idea for writing this two months ago, I heard a song on the radio, "The Search is Over" by Survivor and I had to write it. Thanks for all the great Feedback there is more to come! This is my first writing of any sort, and I own nothing with the show, although… wouldn't mind owning Bosco!
If you have a few minutes, comments are welcomed. J Thanks.
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Chapter Eight
Thanksgiving Confessions
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Faith yawned as she rolled over slightly in bed, yelping with pain as she pinned her injured arm. "What a way to start the day" she sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. She opened the door leading out to the hall way, stepping into the bathroom, she reached under the sink and grabbed a plastic grocery bag, she started filling the bathtub with warm water, while she secured the bag over the cast, it was water tight. She stripped down, and grabbed the robe resting on the towel rack. She started to slip it on, "damnit" she said under her breath as she tried to pull and push the cast through the sleeve, she tossed the robe the ground, and reached over for the towel, she wrapped it around her body and tucked it into place. She headed towards the kitchen, she paused, trying to peek around the corner to make sure Bosco wasn't in the living room, the TV was on but she didn't see him. She walked through the living room and into the kitchen, literally running into Bosco, who was making coffee. Her cheeks went pink as she flushed. "Sorry, I thought you were still sleeping, I was just coming to start the coffee before my bath."
Bosco was in a pair of sweat pants, he wore no shirt, but a white bandage cloth was wrapped around his bruised abdomen. Bosco shot her his famous Boscorelli grin, "Hell, I didn't know clothing was optional!" He teased her laughing.
"I'm wearing a towel, that constitutes as clothing." Faith said rolling her eyes, but grinning at him as innocently as she could.
"You better hurry before your bath overflows." He laughed as she turned and ran down the hall, he defiantly needed a cold shower now.
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Bosco sat fiddling with his coffee cup nervously while watching ESPN. It was embarrassing enough that he needed help changing his bandage and but now he had to ask Faith to help. He sighed as he thought about how simply pathetic he was becoming, and stood up, stubbornly pulling at the white wrap around his abdomen, "Bastard!" He cursed as he groaned in pain.
Faith was walking out of her bedroom when she heard Bosco groan, and walked into the living room and saw that he was still trying to get the bandage off. She couldn't help but grin and she watched him for a few seconds, "What is it about men? Why can't they just ask for help?" She chuckled as he jumped slightly in surprise.
"Damnit Faith" He said turning to face her. "Just, help me with this will ya?"
"What no Please?" She asked him trying to keep a straight face.
"Please!" he said with a frown that made Faith laugh.
"Thank you, now turn around," she demanded.
"Why?"
"So I can check out you ass! What do you think Bos? The bandage knots in the back. You're worst then Charlie, you know that?" She said in mock annoyance.
"Hey, I warned you yesterday." He groaned as she gently unwrapped the bandage and put the cool healing lotion on.
She applied the lotion and put on a new wrap, before heading towards the kitchen to get a paper towel to wipe off her hands. "All done, no big deal."
"Thanks Faith. Wanna grab some lunch?"
"Nothing spicy." She grinned.
"Deal." He chuckled.
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She sat across from him in the small diner, she kept glancing at Bosco who was hungrily eating his hamburger. It was strange really… She even loved the way he ate. She grinned a bit as she saw a large dab of ketchup, on the edge of Bosco's lips.
"What?" He asked, noticing she wasn't eating and kept staring at him.
"Nothing." She said a bit to quickly, even she didn't believe herself.
"What? You want to talk about what's bothering you?" He put his hamburger down, and stared at her.
She gave him a smirk and picked up her napkin and handed it too him, "you have ketchup on your mouth."
He took the napkin and wiped his mouth, "you aren't eating? What's wrong?"
'Damn he knows me too well.' She thought to herself. She picked up her coffee cup, taking a big sip, she held his gaze for a moment before taking a deep breath… "Bosco we've been friends a long time…" She started, not sure exactly what she was going to say.
"Eight years." He corrected.
"yes, eight year… well like I was saying, um… You're probably going to laugh, but I have to tell you something… In the past few weeks, I've-" She paused, as she saw Sergeant Christopher marching towards them with a 'foot up his ass' smirk on his face. "Yokas! Boscorelli! You two are suppose injured and I find you guys here, what is this a date!"
"We eating lunch, now leave us alone." Faith said, praying Bosco would keep himself in check.
"You got something to say Boscorelli!" he hissed.
"What we do in our free time is NONE of your concern" Bosco paused and sarcastically added "Sir."
"Yokas, When you come in for your shift Monday, I want you to stop by my desk, I have a dozen files I want organized and alphabetized." He stared at them both for a minute before stalking off.
"I hate that guy!" Bosco growled.
"You and me both!" Faith added, picking up her hamburger and taking a bite.
"So what were you saying before?" He asked with hopeful curiosity.
"Oh, um…" she paused for a second "…it was no big deal. I… I just was wondering if you were serious about wanting to spend Thanksgiving with me." She lied. "I mean know you go over to your Ma's house with a date."
"Yes but Ma's not gonna be in town, her and Frank are going to New Jersey to have Thanksgiving with his children. Plus… I'd rather spend Thanksgiving with you this year." 'And every year' he added to himself.
She grinned, "I'm not a very good cook." she warned. "Fred always cooked."
"Aww come on Faith. I've tasted your cooking and I'm still alive." He chuckled, receiving a smack in the arm.
They both chuckled and finished their lunch.
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November 25th
3:15 pm
"Faith, How's it going?" Davis asked.
"Great, Doctor says my arms healing nicely. Christopher is being a jerk." Faith added carefully put down the files she was carrying with one hand.
"Christopher is always a jerk" He chuckled. "How's Bosco?"
"He's staying with me for awhile just until he's more mobile and stuff, but he's getting better."
"So you guys are shacking up!?" He asked with a guilty grin. "Have you talked to him."
Faith rolled her eyes, "We're not shacking up, he's staying in Charlie's room, and I'm not sure I'm going to talk to him about that." She said.
"Why not, what do you have to lose?"
"my partner!" She spat in annoyance.
"Whoa, I'm just saying, you should tell him..."
"I know, I started to tell him the other day… I'm just not sure I can." There was a awkward silence between the two officers. "How is Sully?" Faith asked, feeling guilty for not asking before.
"Oh, you know Sully, he's bored, he starts desk duty tomorrow."
"Bosco has another few days before allow to work. Then he has six weeks of desk duty before regular duty."
"Damn, six weeks, and you three will be caged up here. Its gonna get interesting." He chucked. "Well… Gusler is waiting in the RMP."
"Be safe out there." She cautioned.
"Always." He gave her a knowing look, and headed out the precient doors to where 55-Charlie was parked.
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Faith unlocked her apartment door and went inside. The apartment was completely dark, which instantly alarmed her. "Bos?" She called. "Bos?" she flipped on the lights and headed for Charlie's room. "Bos?" she whispered opening the door, he was sprawled out on the small bed, the dim light on the nightstand turned on. She watched him for a moment, he didn't have a shirt on and even in the dim light she could see the dark bruises. She noticed him move slightly in his sleep and she walked over to him. "Bosco… get up, I need to change you bandage." She continued watching him, he wasn't waking so she took more aggressive measures and started to shake his arm, "Bosco, come on. Get up."
He stirred slightly opening his eyes and was greeted by Faith's concerned expression, he tried to stop the giant grin that spread along his mouth but he couldn't. "I wasn't feeling so hot so I took a few sips of night quill." He explained.
She lifted her hand to his cheek, then to his forehead feeling his temperature. "You are a little warm. I've got to change your bandage, then you can go back to bed."
"You're the boss." Bosco chuckled before swinging his legs off the bed, silently wincing in pain.
"Now that's what I like to hear." Faith laughed, following Bosco to the kitchen.
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"Stand still will ya?" she groaned.
"Its COLD!" He whined as she rubbed the cold healing lotion on him. He was concentrating very hard, thinking about the Knicks game, as she massaged the lotion into his skin and slightly into his scarred abdomen.
"Why can't you do this yourself?" She said chuckling inwardly, not that she minded rubbing the lotion onto his muscular abs.
He gave her a guilty grin… "I don't need your help with it now, I changed it earlier, I just wasn't going to turn down a hot chick wanting to lotion me up." He laughed.
She tried to give him a appalled look, but couldn't help but snort in laughter.
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November 28th
5:50 pm
"Faith, can you go to the grocery store and get some cranberry sauce… I think we forgot to get some, I can't eat turkey without it." Bosco whined giving her a deadly combination of a cute little frown and puppy dog eyes.
She sighed, knowing she lost the battle before it even took place. "Who's gonna watch the bird?" She countered, as she took another quick peek at the turkey in the oven.
"I'll watch it, go. Take it easy with my Mustang, don't rush, there's gonna be a lot of drunks out there today, and if there's one scratch on her, me and you are gonna have some problems." He said in a joking tone, rushing her out the door.
"Okay, but you better not burn the turkey, I'll be back in thirty minutes." She gave him a mock warning look but a grin broke through, as she hurried out the door.
He couldn't help but chuckle. After many sleepless nights on Charlie's bed laying awake thinking, flipping a quarter, and everything else short of enie-meanie-miney-mo, he made his decision, tonight he would know his answer.
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He hurried to set the table perfectly. He knew it had to be love when he spent ten minutes folding the napkins perfectly. He dimmed the lights only slightly. He went to Charlie's room and changed into a dress shirt and a pair of slacks. He took a deep breathe, "Damn" he cursed releasing the breathe, he was nervous, he could chase gun-bearing criminals down the street without fear, but this… this scared the shit out of him. He grabbed his wallet on the dresser, pulling out the small yellow piece of paper, he had scribbled notes of what he might say, how he might start the conversation, it still seemed rather pathetic only now it was irrelevant what the notes would say. He had thought about all the possibilities of her reaction, laughing at him, slapping him, feeling betrayed, it didn't matter, he had to tell her. He had been staying with her nearly a week now, and he knew if he didn't tell her how he felt soon he was going to seriously lose it. All he knew is that he'd assure her, that they had to stay friends, that him feeling that way couldn't affect their friendship, he could live without her loving him, he couldn't live without her friendship. He sighed deeply, pondering rather this was a bad idea or now. He tossed his wallet onto the bed along with the notes and headed for the kitchen, stirring the mash potatoes then lifting the turkey out of the oven. He was just lighting the candles when he heard the door being unlocked, he held his breath and waited.
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Faith entered the dimly lit apartment, wondering what the hell was going on. She passed the living room and walked into the kitchen and dining area. She couldn't seem to find her breath, as she looked around, the room was dimmed slightly, candles lit and the table set beautifully. She took a breath and walked over to counter, setting down the bag with groceries. She turned around again, and her breath was tooken away for a second time when she saw her handsome partner, dressed like he was going out to a fancy club after dinner. "What's all this about?" She asked carefully, not quite sure if all this was real or not or if she was dreaming.
"Thanksgiving. Sit down the food is ready, I'll explain later." He stated, his usual confidence gone
"Bosco… I'm in jeans and a t-shirt and you're dressed up…" She started, still unsure of what was going on, but afraid of ruining whatever it might be.
"You look fine, come on, I'm starving." He whined, pulling out her chair and beckoning her to sit down.
She saw the nervousness in Bosco's eyes, she couldn't recall ever seeing that before. She did as he said and sat down.
Bosco filled there plates with turkey, mash potatoes, stuffing, and of course cranberry sauce. They ate quietly, each caught in there own thoughts, Bosco was busy wondering who exactly to start the conversation, his notes now gone from his mind. And Faith, couldn't stop wondering what Bosco was thinking.
"Want some pie?" Faith asked after they finished the main course, she stared at him, he seemed to be off in his own little world. "Bos?"
Bosco snapped back into reality, "What, Oh… Pie? um… no, not right now. I want to talk to you, how about we leave the dishes right here and go talk in the living room." he said hastily.
"Alright, Bosco." She said following him to the living room.
He motioned Faith to have a seat, and he stared at her a moment. 'Why is this so hard.' his mind screamed.
Faith started feeling a bit uncomfortable as his dark eyes pierced into hers. "Bos, you're really starting to creep me out. You can tell me whatever it is."
He frowned slightly and shook his head. His jaw set firm he turned his back to her, "Fine, I'm just gonna say what I have to say, but Faith, you've got to promise me, you won't hate me for telling you this."
"What? This what?" She asked with a frown.
He turned to her. "Just promise." He said, looking a more nervous now as he rubbed his temple. He gave her a knowing look as they held eye contact for a moment longer.
"I promise, nothing you could say could make me hate you." She said slowly, reassuring him.
"Alright, well… Okay, you know the women I've dated in the past…" he started.
"Umm… Bos I think the word dated is kinda a overstatement." She said with a chuckle trying to lighten the mood.
"Oh that's great Faith, I'm trying to be serious and you're making jokes already." He shook his head unsure if he would even bother continuing.
"I'm sorry, really, I was just trying to lighten the mood, please, continue…" She gave him a apologetic look.
"The women I've dated in the past… I've never loved any of them, I mean, I thought I loved Nicole… and a few others, but it wasn't until the last few weeks, I realized that I never loved any of them." He said, watching Faith intently, she was holding her breath he noted.
"How do you know you never loved them?" She asked barely audible.
He took another deep breath, "cause… I now know what love is, I fell in love, and it's a feeling I've never felt before, for anyone else."
"You're in love?" She asked, her voice faltering slightly.
His jaw set firm, clinched, he stared at her, "With you." He said, softly but confidently.
The silence was heartbreaking to Bosco, he watched as she wiped away a few tears that were falling, he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, that she was crying.
"Well, you gonna say something, or just let me suffer in silence. I'm sorry, I know you just ended your relationship with Fred, I know it was selfish of me to throw all this on you. I'm sorr--"
"Bos? Do you ever get tired of running you mouth off?" She asked, now grinning at him playfully.
"Huh?" He asked stunned by her now grinning smile.
"I stopped loving Fred a long time ago, then a few weeks ago… when I saw the side of you, you don't often show, I realized, I had feelings for you. Since then… all I can do is think of you, when you nearly died…" She paused, her eyes filling with tears. "…I think…I love you."
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If you have a few minutes, comments are welcomed. J Thanks.
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Chapter Eight
Thanksgiving Confessions
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Faith yawned as she rolled over slightly in bed, yelping with pain as she pinned her injured arm. "What a way to start the day" she sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. She opened the door leading out to the hall way, stepping into the bathroom, she reached under the sink and grabbed a plastic grocery bag, she started filling the bathtub with warm water, while she secured the bag over the cast, it was water tight. She stripped down, and grabbed the robe resting on the towel rack. She started to slip it on, "damnit" she said under her breath as she tried to pull and push the cast through the sleeve, she tossed the robe the ground, and reached over for the towel, she wrapped it around her body and tucked it into place. She headed towards the kitchen, she paused, trying to peek around the corner to make sure Bosco wasn't in the living room, the TV was on but she didn't see him. She walked through the living room and into the kitchen, literally running into Bosco, who was making coffee. Her cheeks went pink as she flushed. "Sorry, I thought you were still sleeping, I was just coming to start the coffee before my bath."
Bosco was in a pair of sweat pants, he wore no shirt, but a white bandage cloth was wrapped around his bruised abdomen. Bosco shot her his famous Boscorelli grin, "Hell, I didn't know clothing was optional!" He teased her laughing.
"I'm wearing a towel, that constitutes as clothing." Faith said rolling her eyes, but grinning at him as innocently as she could.
"You better hurry before your bath overflows." He laughed as she turned and ran down the hall, he defiantly needed a cold shower now.
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Bosco sat fiddling with his coffee cup nervously while watching ESPN. It was embarrassing enough that he needed help changing his bandage and but now he had to ask Faith to help. He sighed as he thought about how simply pathetic he was becoming, and stood up, stubbornly pulling at the white wrap around his abdomen, "Bastard!" He cursed as he groaned in pain.
Faith was walking out of her bedroom when she heard Bosco groan, and walked into the living room and saw that he was still trying to get the bandage off. She couldn't help but grin and she watched him for a few seconds, "What is it about men? Why can't they just ask for help?" She chuckled as he jumped slightly in surprise.
"Damnit Faith" He said turning to face her. "Just, help me with this will ya?"
"What no Please?" She asked him trying to keep a straight face.
"Please!" he said with a frown that made Faith laugh.
"Thank you, now turn around," she demanded.
"Why?"
"So I can check out you ass! What do you think Bos? The bandage knots in the back. You're worst then Charlie, you know that?" She said in mock annoyance.
"Hey, I warned you yesterday." He groaned as she gently unwrapped the bandage and put the cool healing lotion on.
She applied the lotion and put on a new wrap, before heading towards the kitchen to get a paper towel to wipe off her hands. "All done, no big deal."
"Thanks Faith. Wanna grab some lunch?"
"Nothing spicy." She grinned.
"Deal." He chuckled.
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She sat across from him in the small diner, she kept glancing at Bosco who was hungrily eating his hamburger. It was strange really… She even loved the way he ate. She grinned a bit as she saw a large dab of ketchup, on the edge of Bosco's lips.
"What?" He asked, noticing she wasn't eating and kept staring at him.
"Nothing." She said a bit to quickly, even she didn't believe herself.
"What? You want to talk about what's bothering you?" He put his hamburger down, and stared at her.
She gave him a smirk and picked up her napkin and handed it too him, "you have ketchup on your mouth."
He took the napkin and wiped his mouth, "you aren't eating? What's wrong?"
'Damn he knows me too well.' She thought to herself. She picked up her coffee cup, taking a big sip, she held his gaze for a moment before taking a deep breath… "Bosco we've been friends a long time…" She started, not sure exactly what she was going to say.
"Eight years." He corrected.
"yes, eight year… well like I was saying, um… You're probably going to laugh, but I have to tell you something… In the past few weeks, I've-" She paused, as she saw Sergeant Christopher marching towards them with a 'foot up his ass' smirk on his face. "Yokas! Boscorelli! You two are suppose injured and I find you guys here, what is this a date!"
"We eating lunch, now leave us alone." Faith said, praying Bosco would keep himself in check.
"You got something to say Boscorelli!" he hissed.
"What we do in our free time is NONE of your concern" Bosco paused and sarcastically added "Sir."
"Yokas, When you come in for your shift Monday, I want you to stop by my desk, I have a dozen files I want organized and alphabetized." He stared at them both for a minute before stalking off.
"I hate that guy!" Bosco growled.
"You and me both!" Faith added, picking up her hamburger and taking a bite.
"So what were you saying before?" He asked with hopeful curiosity.
"Oh, um…" she paused for a second "…it was no big deal. I… I just was wondering if you were serious about wanting to spend Thanksgiving with me." She lied. "I mean know you go over to your Ma's house with a date."
"Yes but Ma's not gonna be in town, her and Frank are going to New Jersey to have Thanksgiving with his children. Plus… I'd rather spend Thanksgiving with you this year." 'And every year' he added to himself.
She grinned, "I'm not a very good cook." she warned. "Fred always cooked."
"Aww come on Faith. I've tasted your cooking and I'm still alive." He chuckled, receiving a smack in the arm.
They both chuckled and finished their lunch.
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November 25th
3:15 pm
"Faith, How's it going?" Davis asked.
"Great, Doctor says my arms healing nicely. Christopher is being a jerk." Faith added carefully put down the files she was carrying with one hand.
"Christopher is always a jerk" He chuckled. "How's Bosco?"
"He's staying with me for awhile just until he's more mobile and stuff, but he's getting better."
"So you guys are shacking up!?" He asked with a guilty grin. "Have you talked to him."
Faith rolled her eyes, "We're not shacking up, he's staying in Charlie's room, and I'm not sure I'm going to talk to him about that." She said.
"Why not, what do you have to lose?"
"my partner!" She spat in annoyance.
"Whoa, I'm just saying, you should tell him..."
"I know, I started to tell him the other day… I'm just not sure I can." There was a awkward silence between the two officers. "How is Sully?" Faith asked, feeling guilty for not asking before.
"Oh, you know Sully, he's bored, he starts desk duty tomorrow."
"Bosco has another few days before allow to work. Then he has six weeks of desk duty before regular duty."
"Damn, six weeks, and you three will be caged up here. Its gonna get interesting." He chucked. "Well… Gusler is waiting in the RMP."
"Be safe out there." She cautioned.
"Always." He gave her a knowing look, and headed out the precient doors to where 55-Charlie was parked.
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Faith unlocked her apartment door and went inside. The apartment was completely dark, which instantly alarmed her. "Bos?" She called. "Bos?" she flipped on the lights and headed for Charlie's room. "Bos?" she whispered opening the door, he was sprawled out on the small bed, the dim light on the nightstand turned on. She watched him for a moment, he didn't have a shirt on and even in the dim light she could see the dark bruises. She noticed him move slightly in his sleep and she walked over to him. "Bosco… get up, I need to change you bandage." She continued watching him, he wasn't waking so she took more aggressive measures and started to shake his arm, "Bosco, come on. Get up."
He stirred slightly opening his eyes and was greeted by Faith's concerned expression, he tried to stop the giant grin that spread along his mouth but he couldn't. "I wasn't feeling so hot so I took a few sips of night quill." He explained.
She lifted her hand to his cheek, then to his forehead feeling his temperature. "You are a little warm. I've got to change your bandage, then you can go back to bed."
"You're the boss." Bosco chuckled before swinging his legs off the bed, silently wincing in pain.
"Now that's what I like to hear." Faith laughed, following Bosco to the kitchen.
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"Stand still will ya?" she groaned.
"Its COLD!" He whined as she rubbed the cold healing lotion on him. He was concentrating very hard, thinking about the Knicks game, as she massaged the lotion into his skin and slightly into his scarred abdomen.
"Why can't you do this yourself?" She said chuckling inwardly, not that she minded rubbing the lotion onto his muscular abs.
He gave her a guilty grin… "I don't need your help with it now, I changed it earlier, I just wasn't going to turn down a hot chick wanting to lotion me up." He laughed.
She tried to give him a appalled look, but couldn't help but snort in laughter.
*****
November 28th
5:50 pm
"Faith, can you go to the grocery store and get some cranberry sauce… I think we forgot to get some, I can't eat turkey without it." Bosco whined giving her a deadly combination of a cute little frown and puppy dog eyes.
She sighed, knowing she lost the battle before it even took place. "Who's gonna watch the bird?" She countered, as she took another quick peek at the turkey in the oven.
"I'll watch it, go. Take it easy with my Mustang, don't rush, there's gonna be a lot of drunks out there today, and if there's one scratch on her, me and you are gonna have some problems." He said in a joking tone, rushing her out the door.
"Okay, but you better not burn the turkey, I'll be back in thirty minutes." She gave him a mock warning look but a grin broke through, as she hurried out the door.
He couldn't help but chuckle. After many sleepless nights on Charlie's bed laying awake thinking, flipping a quarter, and everything else short of enie-meanie-miney-mo, he made his decision, tonight he would know his answer.
*****
He hurried to set the table perfectly. He knew it had to be love when he spent ten minutes folding the napkins perfectly. He dimmed the lights only slightly. He went to Charlie's room and changed into a dress shirt and a pair of slacks. He took a deep breathe, "Damn" he cursed releasing the breathe, he was nervous, he could chase gun-bearing criminals down the street without fear, but this… this scared the shit out of him. He grabbed his wallet on the dresser, pulling out the small yellow piece of paper, he had scribbled notes of what he might say, how he might start the conversation, it still seemed rather pathetic only now it was irrelevant what the notes would say. He had thought about all the possibilities of her reaction, laughing at him, slapping him, feeling betrayed, it didn't matter, he had to tell her. He had been staying with her nearly a week now, and he knew if he didn't tell her how he felt soon he was going to seriously lose it. All he knew is that he'd assure her, that they had to stay friends, that him feeling that way couldn't affect their friendship, he could live without her loving him, he couldn't live without her friendship. He sighed deeply, pondering rather this was a bad idea or now. He tossed his wallet onto the bed along with the notes and headed for the kitchen, stirring the mash potatoes then lifting the turkey out of the oven. He was just lighting the candles when he heard the door being unlocked, he held his breath and waited.
*****
Faith entered the dimly lit apartment, wondering what the hell was going on. She passed the living room and walked into the kitchen and dining area. She couldn't seem to find her breath, as she looked around, the room was dimmed slightly, candles lit and the table set beautifully. She took a breath and walked over to counter, setting down the bag with groceries. She turned around again, and her breath was tooken away for a second time when she saw her handsome partner, dressed like he was going out to a fancy club after dinner. "What's all this about?" She asked carefully, not quite sure if all this was real or not or if she was dreaming.
"Thanksgiving. Sit down the food is ready, I'll explain later." He stated, his usual confidence gone
"Bosco… I'm in jeans and a t-shirt and you're dressed up…" She started, still unsure of what was going on, but afraid of ruining whatever it might be.
"You look fine, come on, I'm starving." He whined, pulling out her chair and beckoning her to sit down.
She saw the nervousness in Bosco's eyes, she couldn't recall ever seeing that before. She did as he said and sat down.
Bosco filled there plates with turkey, mash potatoes, stuffing, and of course cranberry sauce. They ate quietly, each caught in there own thoughts, Bosco was busy wondering who exactly to start the conversation, his notes now gone from his mind. And Faith, couldn't stop wondering what Bosco was thinking.
"Want some pie?" Faith asked after they finished the main course, she stared at him, he seemed to be off in his own little world. "Bos?"
Bosco snapped back into reality, "What, Oh… Pie? um… no, not right now. I want to talk to you, how about we leave the dishes right here and go talk in the living room." he said hastily.
"Alright, Bosco." She said following him to the living room.
He motioned Faith to have a seat, and he stared at her a moment. 'Why is this so hard.' his mind screamed.
Faith started feeling a bit uncomfortable as his dark eyes pierced into hers. "Bos, you're really starting to creep me out. You can tell me whatever it is."
He frowned slightly and shook his head. His jaw set firm he turned his back to her, "Fine, I'm just gonna say what I have to say, but Faith, you've got to promise me, you won't hate me for telling you this."
"What? This what?" She asked with a frown.
He turned to her. "Just promise." He said, looking a more nervous now as he rubbed his temple. He gave her a knowing look as they held eye contact for a moment longer.
"I promise, nothing you could say could make me hate you." She said slowly, reassuring him.
"Alright, well… Okay, you know the women I've dated in the past…" he started.
"Umm… Bos I think the word dated is kinda a overstatement." She said with a chuckle trying to lighten the mood.
"Oh that's great Faith, I'm trying to be serious and you're making jokes already." He shook his head unsure if he would even bother continuing.
"I'm sorry, really, I was just trying to lighten the mood, please, continue…" She gave him a apologetic look.
"The women I've dated in the past… I've never loved any of them, I mean, I thought I loved Nicole… and a few others, but it wasn't until the last few weeks, I realized that I never loved any of them." He said, watching Faith intently, she was holding her breath he noted.
"How do you know you never loved them?" She asked barely audible.
He took another deep breath, "cause… I now know what love is, I fell in love, and it's a feeling I've never felt before, for anyone else."
"You're in love?" She asked, her voice faltering slightly.
His jaw set firm, clinched, he stared at her, "With you." He said, softly but confidently.
The silence was heartbreaking to Bosco, he watched as she wiped away a few tears that were falling, he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, that she was crying.
"Well, you gonna say something, or just let me suffer in silence. I'm sorry, I know you just ended your relationship with Fred, I know it was selfish of me to throw all this on you. I'm sorr--"
"Bos? Do you ever get tired of running you mouth off?" She asked, now grinning at him playfully.
"Huh?" He asked stunned by her now grinning smile.
"I stopped loving Fred a long time ago, then a few weeks ago… when I saw the side of you, you don't often show, I realized, I had feelings for you. Since then… all I can do is think of you, when you nearly died…" She paused, her eyes filling with tears. "…I think…I love you."
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