I don't know why. But EVERY single time I hear this song… Game of Love with Michelle Branch w/Santana it makes me think of Bos and Faith. So… After telling myself for weeks I wasn't going to I gave in and here we are. A three part story. I hope you guys enjoy. Please take a moment and review. Thank you.
Game of Love
1/3
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:::Present Day:::
I stand here, watching the door of the roll call room inside the precinct, I've been doing this for weeks now. I've called her. She's avoiding me and its getting old. I miss her, I miss her terribly. Anticrime is exciting but damn, its lonely, even though I work with that bitch Cruz, I miss my partner, my real partner. I just wish she would stop avoiding me and face what happen. I mean, I can live with her regretting what happen, but I can't live with her avoiding me forever. I run my hand through my hair. I know she'll be exiting the small roll call room in only a few seconds.
There she was, her hair pulled in a pony tail, a few pieces hang down, framing her face. I find myself staring at her, its this hunger I feel when I'm near her or just look at her. I try to shake it off, but I can't. I know there is no point of trying to talk to her, I know she's seen me, but she won't talk to me, if I walk over to her, she'd turn on a dime and walk away. I'd go to the locker room and slam my fist into a wall, and that's not how I want to start the day. Not again.
"Boscorelli get your ass dressed, we got shit to do. Stop gawking at Yokas." Cruz shouted interrupting my thoughts. Faith turned and gave me a look, it was almost pity. Before turning away, following Davis and Sully and her temporary partner.
I watch as Faith walks out the precinct doors. I'm not embarrassed, I'm pissed off at Cruz. "Bitch" I mutter under my breath as I push past her.
"Watch it Boscorelli, or I'll throw your ass back into a patrol car and make sure you and that Partner of yours are assigned to hooker duty for a few months." She hissed her threat.
I nearly turned around, it took every ounce of will power in my body not to turn around, tell her where to shove it and then go back to working with Faith. And I would, if things weren't so bad between us right now. She'd probably request a change of partners. Its so funny, I wanted to work ESU for so long, but I always thought Faith would be joining me, we'd be going together. I'd gladly take hooker patrol with Faith to working with this bitch Cruz. But what if I gave up ESU and Faith still wanted nothing to do with me, I'd be stuck on hooker patrol with a rookie or worst a old, fat, lazy should-be-retired cop.
"God this sucks." He groaned.
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:::Three Weeks Earlier:::
"Cruz wants me to work in the Anti-crime unit for a few more weeks at least." He said, as they got out of his mustang. He had picked her up for work, so that they could talk, they hadn't talked much since Fred's heart attack, since his death and since she had been so mean to him at the hospital. He had tried to be there for her when Fred died, he knew she needed a friend and he was her best friend, but she had just pushed him away.
"That's great Bos," 'guess that means I'll be working with Sully again.' She groaned to herself inaudibly.
"I thought we could get a drink tonight." He put it out there, knowing she'd decline.
"I don't know Bosco. I gotta pick up the kids early tomorrow. Beth said she has some errands to run early tomorrow." She reasoned.
"One drink, I promise, I'll have you home by midnight." He pleaded, with a grin, he knew she was going to give in. He pushed the door open, and she walked into the precinct.
"Midnight?" She repeated.
"Promise."
"Okay, I guess I'll see you here at eleven." She confirmed.
***
"Okay Boscorelli, you promised me one drink." Faith announced coming out of the locker room.
For some reason I couldn't find my breath, I mean really what was wrong with me? It was just Faith, okay… so maybe she did look nice in that skirt, who knew she had great legs? And the blouse is really um… accentuating her features. Okay… with her hair down… Damn, what can I say? She really has it going on tonight! Granted, I always thought Faith was pretty, in that look-don't-touch sort of way. She was married after all. Not that she'd be interested in me. "Sure. I thought maybe we could stop at Ma's bar."
"Sounds good to me."
***
"Maurice! I was hoping you'd decide to visit you mother sometime this year." She teased. "Who have you got with you?" She asked smiling in the dimly lit room of the smoky bar.
"Ma, its just Faith." he said glancing at his partner.
"Oh my god Faith! I didn't even recognize you, you look gorgeous!"
"Well, the uniform and Kelvar's aren't very flattering." She said shrugging the comment off.
Angela looked better her son and her partner suspiciously, "Are you two here on a date? I have always told Maurice what a cute couple you two would make."
"MA!" He glanced at Faith again, she was shifting uncomfortably. Poor Faith he thought. "Ma, me and Faith are just getting a drink."
"That's always how it starts."
"Ma…" I growled in a warning tone.
"Sorry, give your Ma a kiss." She came around the bar and hugged both her son and his partner. "I've gotta work, what's your poison tonight?" She grinned.
"Vodka and 7up, with ice." He glanced at Faith again. She nodded at me and smile, good at least she wasn't upset at Ma's comments. "Make that two."
"Sure thing baby." She smiled back.
He cringed. "Thanks Ma."
"Thank you Mrs. Boscorelli."
***
"Your Mom is so sweet, to say those things." Faith said taking a sip of her drink.
"You do look great tonight." I admitted. I waited for her reaction testing the water but I didn't get one. "Its almost midnight. Your carriage is going to turn into a pumpkin, right?" I snicker.
"I guess another drink wouldn't hurt."
"Famous last words Faith." I walked over to the bar and Ma poured us two more drinks.
***
We walked to her apartment, not because we were too drunk, just cause she wanted fresh air and I wanted to spend a few more minutes listening to her laugh. I walked her up to her door. Being the gentleman I am. She tripped, going up the stairs, okay maybe we did have a few drinks to many. She tripped, I caught her and steadied her. I can't explain it, instinct took in, and my lips found hers. She kissed me back even if it was for only a minute, before her eyes flew open and she pulled back, hurrying up the stairs, I followed her, tried apologizing as she struggled with her keys attempting to unlock the door, "No no, its find Bosco, goodnight." she repeated twice before the correct key turned and she opened, "Night." She called dashing in and shutting the door.
I stood there stunned, I kissed her. What the hell was I thinking. Why do I let my hormones get the better of me. She seemed freaked out. God she's never going to speak to me again.
Faith always said how I always seem to make things go from bad to worst. She's right. She's absolutely right.
I start walking down the stairs, slowly, trying to figure out a decent excuse to give her tomorrow when I saw her. It was then it broke, a proud peacock of a grin, I kissed Faith. And even if it was only for a minute she had kissed him back.
*****
:::Present Day:::
Okay, here I am again, outside her apartment, I've came here every night after Cruz lets me go, I always come here with the full intention of talking to Faith, but I end up just sitting in my car. I occasionally let a few choice words fly, sometimes I pound the dash, God, I'm not sure what is worst, her ignoring me or me not being able to charm myself out of it. I swear though, one more sleepless night and I'm going to go crazy. Tomorrow... tomorrow I will talk to her.
I put the car into reverse, and pull away, as her apartment light goes off. "Tomorrow" I groaned. Speeding away, to what I know will be a inevitable sleepless night.
*****
TBC... part 2 - Confronting Faith.
Game of Love
1/3
*****
:::Present Day:::
I stand here, watching the door of the roll call room inside the precinct, I've been doing this for weeks now. I've called her. She's avoiding me and its getting old. I miss her, I miss her terribly. Anticrime is exciting but damn, its lonely, even though I work with that bitch Cruz, I miss my partner, my real partner. I just wish she would stop avoiding me and face what happen. I mean, I can live with her regretting what happen, but I can't live with her avoiding me forever. I run my hand through my hair. I know she'll be exiting the small roll call room in only a few seconds.
There she was, her hair pulled in a pony tail, a few pieces hang down, framing her face. I find myself staring at her, its this hunger I feel when I'm near her or just look at her. I try to shake it off, but I can't. I know there is no point of trying to talk to her, I know she's seen me, but she won't talk to me, if I walk over to her, she'd turn on a dime and walk away. I'd go to the locker room and slam my fist into a wall, and that's not how I want to start the day. Not again.
"Boscorelli get your ass dressed, we got shit to do. Stop gawking at Yokas." Cruz shouted interrupting my thoughts. Faith turned and gave me a look, it was almost pity. Before turning away, following Davis and Sully and her temporary partner.
I watch as Faith walks out the precinct doors. I'm not embarrassed, I'm pissed off at Cruz. "Bitch" I mutter under my breath as I push past her.
"Watch it Boscorelli, or I'll throw your ass back into a patrol car and make sure you and that Partner of yours are assigned to hooker duty for a few months." She hissed her threat.
I nearly turned around, it took every ounce of will power in my body not to turn around, tell her where to shove it and then go back to working with Faith. And I would, if things weren't so bad between us right now. She'd probably request a change of partners. Its so funny, I wanted to work ESU for so long, but I always thought Faith would be joining me, we'd be going together. I'd gladly take hooker patrol with Faith to working with this bitch Cruz. But what if I gave up ESU and Faith still wanted nothing to do with me, I'd be stuck on hooker patrol with a rookie or worst a old, fat, lazy should-be-retired cop.
"God this sucks." He groaned.
*****
:::Three Weeks Earlier:::
"Cruz wants me to work in the Anti-crime unit for a few more weeks at least." He said, as they got out of his mustang. He had picked her up for work, so that they could talk, they hadn't talked much since Fred's heart attack, since his death and since she had been so mean to him at the hospital. He had tried to be there for her when Fred died, he knew she needed a friend and he was her best friend, but she had just pushed him away.
"That's great Bos," 'guess that means I'll be working with Sully again.' She groaned to herself inaudibly.
"I thought we could get a drink tonight." He put it out there, knowing she'd decline.
"I don't know Bosco. I gotta pick up the kids early tomorrow. Beth said she has some errands to run early tomorrow." She reasoned.
"One drink, I promise, I'll have you home by midnight." He pleaded, with a grin, he knew she was going to give in. He pushed the door open, and she walked into the precinct.
"Midnight?" She repeated.
"Promise."
"Okay, I guess I'll see you here at eleven." She confirmed.
***
"Okay Boscorelli, you promised me one drink." Faith announced coming out of the locker room.
For some reason I couldn't find my breath, I mean really what was wrong with me? It was just Faith, okay… so maybe she did look nice in that skirt, who knew she had great legs? And the blouse is really um… accentuating her features. Okay… with her hair down… Damn, what can I say? She really has it going on tonight! Granted, I always thought Faith was pretty, in that look-don't-touch sort of way. She was married after all. Not that she'd be interested in me. "Sure. I thought maybe we could stop at Ma's bar."
"Sounds good to me."
***
"Maurice! I was hoping you'd decide to visit you mother sometime this year." She teased. "Who have you got with you?" She asked smiling in the dimly lit room of the smoky bar.
"Ma, its just Faith." he said glancing at his partner.
"Oh my god Faith! I didn't even recognize you, you look gorgeous!"
"Well, the uniform and Kelvar's aren't very flattering." She said shrugging the comment off.
Angela looked better her son and her partner suspiciously, "Are you two here on a date? I have always told Maurice what a cute couple you two would make."
"MA!" He glanced at Faith again, she was shifting uncomfortably. Poor Faith he thought. "Ma, me and Faith are just getting a drink."
"That's always how it starts."
"Ma…" I growled in a warning tone.
"Sorry, give your Ma a kiss." She came around the bar and hugged both her son and his partner. "I've gotta work, what's your poison tonight?" She grinned.
"Vodka and 7up, with ice." He glanced at Faith again. She nodded at me and smile, good at least she wasn't upset at Ma's comments. "Make that two."
"Sure thing baby." She smiled back.
He cringed. "Thanks Ma."
"Thank you Mrs. Boscorelli."
***
"Your Mom is so sweet, to say those things." Faith said taking a sip of her drink.
"You do look great tonight." I admitted. I waited for her reaction testing the water but I didn't get one. "Its almost midnight. Your carriage is going to turn into a pumpkin, right?" I snicker.
"I guess another drink wouldn't hurt."
"Famous last words Faith." I walked over to the bar and Ma poured us two more drinks.
***
We walked to her apartment, not because we were too drunk, just cause she wanted fresh air and I wanted to spend a few more minutes listening to her laugh. I walked her up to her door. Being the gentleman I am. She tripped, going up the stairs, okay maybe we did have a few drinks to many. She tripped, I caught her and steadied her. I can't explain it, instinct took in, and my lips found hers. She kissed me back even if it was for only a minute, before her eyes flew open and she pulled back, hurrying up the stairs, I followed her, tried apologizing as she struggled with her keys attempting to unlock the door, "No no, its find Bosco, goodnight." she repeated twice before the correct key turned and she opened, "Night." She called dashing in and shutting the door.
I stood there stunned, I kissed her. What the hell was I thinking. Why do I let my hormones get the better of me. She seemed freaked out. God she's never going to speak to me again.
Faith always said how I always seem to make things go from bad to worst. She's right. She's absolutely right.
I start walking down the stairs, slowly, trying to figure out a decent excuse to give her tomorrow when I saw her. It was then it broke, a proud peacock of a grin, I kissed Faith. And even if it was only for a minute she had kissed him back.
*****
:::Present Day:::
Okay, here I am again, outside her apartment, I've came here every night after Cruz lets me go, I always come here with the full intention of talking to Faith, but I end up just sitting in my car. I occasionally let a few choice words fly, sometimes I pound the dash, God, I'm not sure what is worst, her ignoring me or me not being able to charm myself out of it. I swear though, one more sleepless night and I'm going to go crazy. Tomorrow... tomorrow I will talk to her.
I put the car into reverse, and pull away, as her apartment light goes off. "Tomorrow" I groaned. Speeding away, to what I know will be a inevitable sleepless night.
*****
TBC... part 2 - Confronting Faith.