See part one for Disclaimer
Note : This is the first of my stories that I have actually had the guts to post online! I have written a bunch of fanfic, but for myself! This is my first Third Watch story, I only started watching at the beginning of the 3rd season, so if it shows, sorry! I would love some comments, good or bad, but please don't be too hard on me!!
I had a bit of difficulty with this chapter, hence the one week it took me to update!
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Faith had walked for a while, not really knowing where she was heading. She couldn't believe everything that had happened in the past few months. Her cancer, the numerous problems Bosco had encountered, going behind his back to send him to a shrink, killing an officer and now being thrown out of her own home.
Faith finally snapped out of her thoughts and noticed she was on Bosco's block, and she remembered what happened in the locker room earlier that night. She decided she should apologize to him for leaving the way she did.
Bosco was sitting on the couch with a bottle of beer in hand, and three empty ones on the coffee table. He knew getting drunk was not the solution, but that was the only thing he could think of at the moment that would give him temporary relief. But, it wasn't working. He was sitting there, emptying his fourth bottle, and his mind flashed back to all the things that had gone wrong in the past few months. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. 'Who in the world could be showing up at this hour?'
''Go away'' was his only answer
But the person knocked again. ' Don't they speak english?'
''Go away damnit !'' The knocking stopped, and he heard a low voice saying his name.
'Faith ? What the hell?' He got up and made his way to the door. The room was dark so he stumbled a bit. It was strange how the only time he wasn't afraid of the dark was when he was mad and drunk.
He unlocked the door in time to see her turning away.
''Faith, wait !''
She slowly turned around to face him. He looked at her, and her eyes were red.
''Faith, what happened?''
''Would it be okay if I stayed here tonight ?''
''Of course, come in. Faith, what happened, did Fred do something to you?'' Suddenly, he didn't feel drunk at all anymore. He was, on the other hand, getting really worried about her. He had never seen his partner like this. And if Fred had done something to hurt her, he would personnally make sure he got his ass kicked.
''He threw me out''
''What?'' He said as he turned on the kitchen light. He definitely wasn't expecting that.
''He threw me out''
''Did he hurt you?'' She gave him a look, and he realized what a stupid question that was, so he rephrased it.
''Did he touch you?''
''No, I left.''
Even though she was a mess, he was relieved Fred hadn't touched her. He sa what his mother had been through, and he swore to himself a long time ago that he would never let that happen to any women he knew. He was helpless back then, but he wasn't now. He was a cop, an NYPD cop no less.
They made their way to the couch, and Bosco tried to subtly put the beer bottles away, but Faith saw him, and gave him another one of her looks.
''Did I interrupt a getting drunk session ?''
He didn't answer, knowing damn well that she knew she was.
''Boz, I'm sorry.''
''It's okay, I can do it some other time'' He said sarcastically.
''Not about that, dumbass, I'm sorry about how I acted in the locker room earlier.''
He gave her a puzzling look, to make believe as though he didn't know what she was talking about, as though he hadn't cared that she had left.
''You know, leaving, the way I did...''
''Oh, yeah, that, no biggie''
''I shouldn't have done that. You are the one person I can truly count on, and I haven't been there for you, and when you are there for me, I don't notice anymore, I'm sorry.''
''Hey, it's okay Faith. So, you wanna talk about what happened with Fred?''
''Not much to talk about, it's the same as always. He thinks I'm too much into my job and-''
''You spend too much time with me...'' She didn't reply, but he knew he was right. Fred resented him for spending more time with his wife than her own husband.
''Look, Bosco, this is not your fault, far from it. It was a long time coming, believe me.''
There was an awkward silence, and after a few minutes, Faith broke it.
''Got an extra pillow and blanket ?''
''What, no, take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch.''
''Boz, this is your home, I can sleep on the couch''
''Take the bed or sleep somewhere else.''
''Allright then, but don't come complaining to me tomorrow if you're all stiff.''
''Yeah, whatever! Good night''
''Right back at ya.'' Faith made her way to the bedroom and closed the door.
Bosco laid awake for a bit, thinking about the fact that Faith's husband throwing her out wasn't saddening him. Sure, he felt sorry for her being hurt, but he really wasn't sad about the whole thing. 'What does that mean? Your best friend and partner is probably getting divorced, and you don't even care?' He thought for a while, before succumbing to sleep.
Faith laid awake as well, thinking about this would affect her children, probably more than it would her. One of the main reasons she had stayed with Fred and stuck by him through his problems was the kids. She still loved him, he was the father of her kids and the man she had been with for 12 years, but, that thing, that spark was long gone with Fred. That was her final thought before drifting to sleep.
Note : This is the first of my stories that I have actually had the guts to post online! I have written a bunch of fanfic, but for myself! This is my first Third Watch story, I only started watching at the beginning of the 3rd season, so if it shows, sorry! I would love some comments, good or bad, but please don't be too hard on me!!
I had a bit of difficulty with this chapter, hence the one week it took me to update!
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Faith had walked for a while, not really knowing where she was heading. She couldn't believe everything that had happened in the past few months. Her cancer, the numerous problems Bosco had encountered, going behind his back to send him to a shrink, killing an officer and now being thrown out of her own home.
Faith finally snapped out of her thoughts and noticed she was on Bosco's block, and she remembered what happened in the locker room earlier that night. She decided she should apologize to him for leaving the way she did.
Bosco was sitting on the couch with a bottle of beer in hand, and three empty ones on the coffee table. He knew getting drunk was not the solution, but that was the only thing he could think of at the moment that would give him temporary relief. But, it wasn't working. He was sitting there, emptying his fourth bottle, and his mind flashed back to all the things that had gone wrong in the past few months. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. 'Who in the world could be showing up at this hour?'
''Go away'' was his only answer
But the person knocked again. ' Don't they speak english?'
''Go away damnit !'' The knocking stopped, and he heard a low voice saying his name.
'Faith ? What the hell?' He got up and made his way to the door. The room was dark so he stumbled a bit. It was strange how the only time he wasn't afraid of the dark was when he was mad and drunk.
He unlocked the door in time to see her turning away.
''Faith, wait !''
She slowly turned around to face him. He looked at her, and her eyes were red.
''Faith, what happened?''
''Would it be okay if I stayed here tonight ?''
''Of course, come in. Faith, what happened, did Fred do something to you?'' Suddenly, he didn't feel drunk at all anymore. He was, on the other hand, getting really worried about her. He had never seen his partner like this. And if Fred had done something to hurt her, he would personnally make sure he got his ass kicked.
''He threw me out''
''What?'' He said as he turned on the kitchen light. He definitely wasn't expecting that.
''He threw me out''
''Did he hurt you?'' She gave him a look, and he realized what a stupid question that was, so he rephrased it.
''Did he touch you?''
''No, I left.''
Even though she was a mess, he was relieved Fred hadn't touched her. He sa what his mother had been through, and he swore to himself a long time ago that he would never let that happen to any women he knew. He was helpless back then, but he wasn't now. He was a cop, an NYPD cop no less.
They made their way to the couch, and Bosco tried to subtly put the beer bottles away, but Faith saw him, and gave him another one of her looks.
''Did I interrupt a getting drunk session ?''
He didn't answer, knowing damn well that she knew she was.
''Boz, I'm sorry.''
''It's okay, I can do it some other time'' He said sarcastically.
''Not about that, dumbass, I'm sorry about how I acted in the locker room earlier.''
He gave her a puzzling look, to make believe as though he didn't know what she was talking about, as though he hadn't cared that she had left.
''You know, leaving, the way I did...''
''Oh, yeah, that, no biggie''
''I shouldn't have done that. You are the one person I can truly count on, and I haven't been there for you, and when you are there for me, I don't notice anymore, I'm sorry.''
''Hey, it's okay Faith. So, you wanna talk about what happened with Fred?''
''Not much to talk about, it's the same as always. He thinks I'm too much into my job and-''
''You spend too much time with me...'' She didn't reply, but he knew he was right. Fred resented him for spending more time with his wife than her own husband.
''Look, Bosco, this is not your fault, far from it. It was a long time coming, believe me.''
There was an awkward silence, and after a few minutes, Faith broke it.
''Got an extra pillow and blanket ?''
''What, no, take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch.''
''Boz, this is your home, I can sleep on the couch''
''Take the bed or sleep somewhere else.''
''Allright then, but don't come complaining to me tomorrow if you're all stiff.''
''Yeah, whatever! Good night''
''Right back at ya.'' Faith made her way to the bedroom and closed the door.
Bosco laid awake for a bit, thinking about the fact that Faith's husband throwing her out wasn't saddening him. Sure, he felt sorry for her being hurt, but he really wasn't sad about the whole thing. 'What does that mean? Your best friend and partner is probably getting divorced, and you don't even care?' He thought for a while, before succumbing to sleep.
Faith laid awake as well, thinking about this would affect her children, probably more than it would her. One of the main reasons she had stayed with Fred and stuck by him through his problems was the kids. She still loved him, he was the father of her kids and the man she had been with for 12 years, but, that thing, that spark was long gone with Fred. That was her final thought before drifting to sleep.