Returning the Favor
Chapter 3
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Faith and Bosco had finished up settling their latest domestic disturbance call and were calling back into service.
"So, what d'you think this Griffith guy wants?" Faith asked Bosco. He was looking out the window and reached into his pocket to take out the note and re-read it.
He shook his head, "I have no idea. You'd think the guy'd be grateful after I gave him a break. You know, I never really lost the evidence, I got rid of it. I just thought back on how he helped with that kid and all and that he was on the list to get hired with FDNY. I don't know, call it a weak moment, but I just thought the guy needed a break," he finished up, again looking out his side window.
"Yeah, well. It's good that you let him go. Surprising, but good. From what you told me, he seems like he could be an okay guy. I just wonder what he's looking for you for?" Faith said.
"Yeah, well I was really tired and just got reamed out by my partner, so I didn't really want to deal with it," Bosco said, not looking at Faith.
Faith immediately felt the guilty pang hit her again. "Bos, I told you I was sorry about that. I know that I was out of line and I tried to explain to you..." Bosco interrupted her.
"I know Faith. I know. And I said it was okay, I understand," Bosco said, looking over at his partner, angry at himself for upsetting her again. She had a shine to her eyes, like she was going to cry.
Faith remained silent for a moment and then added, "You know I've been seeing a doctor," she offered.
"What? For what? Are you sick again?" Bosco asked her, afraid for her.
"No, no. Nothing like that," she said, putting him at ease. "It's a therapist," she said, looking over to see his reaction. She caught him rolling his eyes.
"It's helping," she said, defending herself.
"Great. Helping with what?" he asked her.
"Helping me to figure out why I've been so restless lately," she looked over at him to gauge his reaction. So far, so good, she thought. She'd been waiting for a moment to discuss this with him - to make things right - and he was the one that brought up her outburst that night at the hospital this time.
"And, is he helping you?" he asked her, again looking out at the passing traffic.
"Yeah, he is. I told him about what I said to you that night and we talked about it a lot," she said.
"Let me guess. He told you to get the hell away from your crazy, good for nothing partner, right?" he said, trying to joke a little. This conversation was starting to get way too heavy for him, but he sensed that she needed to get it out. So, as much as he dreaded another trashing, he sat back and got ready for it.
"No. Actually, he said - and after thinking long and hard about it, I agree with him - that the reason I went off on you was because you were there. I couldn't yell at Fred because he was - well, you know - dying. And you were there when all the stress from the hours being stuck in the elevator and not knowing whether we were gonna get him to the hospital alive, started to decrease," she explained, talking faster as she drove down the road. Her eyes started to tear up and she pulled off into a parking lot, so she didn't crash the RMP.
Bosco looked over at her. He hated it when she started to cry. It ripped him apart when women cried. "Faith..." he started.
"Let me finish this okay. I have to say this," she said to him. He nodded, looking through the windshield at a couple of kids fooling around on the corner.
"Anyway, I was actually voicing all my feelings that I'd been having about Fred for a long time. I mean, how many times have I said to you that Fred was such a child. You know, like I had three kids at home and I had to carry the entire load. Well, Bosco, I just wanted you to know that it was him I was yelling at that night - not you. You're always there for me. Always. I can't remember a time when you weren't. And, you're not useless. You do good out here. Yeah, you're a little rough around the edges," she said, laughing a little and making him smile, "but you're a good person. A good person, Bosco, who'd do anything for anyone that deserved it. You get the job done - not always in the conventional way, but you get the end result" she finished.
Bosco took a deep breath and looked over at his partner, feeling the tension of the last few months ease. He nodded his head. "Thanks, Faith."
"And, I can't believe that you wouldn't arrest Proctor," Faith said, laughing out loud this time, knowing that she was not thinking clearly then. She had made it a point to stop by and talk to her when she was visiting Fred. They'd had a cup of coffee, talked and straightened everything out.
"So, how are things with you and Fred now?" he asked her after he finished laughing at her last comment.
"They're good. He's a changed person, Bos. He seems like he's grown up a lot. Things are a lot better," she told him.
"Well, that's good then, right?" Bosco asked her as they were interrupted by their radio.
"55-David, take an unknown disturbance inside the offices at 137 and Eastern - The Prescott Building."
They each thought the same thing, "Not another disturbance." Bosco keyed his microphone, "10-4, Central. 137 and Eastern. Do you we have a better location within the building?"
"Not at this time, 55-David. We're trying to get more on it. We're sending 55-Charlie along with you," came the response.
"10-4. We'll be there in three," Bosco advised. He hit the lights and siren as Faith pulled back out into traffic. Each of them had a sense of peace since they had gotten this out in the open. They didn't know it would be short-lived.
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TBC...
Chapter 3
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Faith and Bosco had finished up settling their latest domestic disturbance call and were calling back into service.
"So, what d'you think this Griffith guy wants?" Faith asked Bosco. He was looking out the window and reached into his pocket to take out the note and re-read it.
He shook his head, "I have no idea. You'd think the guy'd be grateful after I gave him a break. You know, I never really lost the evidence, I got rid of it. I just thought back on how he helped with that kid and all and that he was on the list to get hired with FDNY. I don't know, call it a weak moment, but I just thought the guy needed a break," he finished up, again looking out his side window.
"Yeah, well. It's good that you let him go. Surprising, but good. From what you told me, he seems like he could be an okay guy. I just wonder what he's looking for you for?" Faith said.
"Yeah, well I was really tired and just got reamed out by my partner, so I didn't really want to deal with it," Bosco said, not looking at Faith.
Faith immediately felt the guilty pang hit her again. "Bos, I told you I was sorry about that. I know that I was out of line and I tried to explain to you..." Bosco interrupted her.
"I know Faith. I know. And I said it was okay, I understand," Bosco said, looking over at his partner, angry at himself for upsetting her again. She had a shine to her eyes, like she was going to cry.
Faith remained silent for a moment and then added, "You know I've been seeing a doctor," she offered.
"What? For what? Are you sick again?" Bosco asked her, afraid for her.
"No, no. Nothing like that," she said, putting him at ease. "It's a therapist," she said, looking over to see his reaction. She caught him rolling his eyes.
"It's helping," she said, defending herself.
"Great. Helping with what?" he asked her.
"Helping me to figure out why I've been so restless lately," she looked over at him to gauge his reaction. So far, so good, she thought. She'd been waiting for a moment to discuss this with him - to make things right - and he was the one that brought up her outburst that night at the hospital this time.
"And, is he helping you?" he asked her, again looking out at the passing traffic.
"Yeah, he is. I told him about what I said to you that night and we talked about it a lot," she said.
"Let me guess. He told you to get the hell away from your crazy, good for nothing partner, right?" he said, trying to joke a little. This conversation was starting to get way too heavy for him, but he sensed that she needed to get it out. So, as much as he dreaded another trashing, he sat back and got ready for it.
"No. Actually, he said - and after thinking long and hard about it, I agree with him - that the reason I went off on you was because you were there. I couldn't yell at Fred because he was - well, you know - dying. And you were there when all the stress from the hours being stuck in the elevator and not knowing whether we were gonna get him to the hospital alive, started to decrease," she explained, talking faster as she drove down the road. Her eyes started to tear up and she pulled off into a parking lot, so she didn't crash the RMP.
Bosco looked over at her. He hated it when she started to cry. It ripped him apart when women cried. "Faith..." he started.
"Let me finish this okay. I have to say this," she said to him. He nodded, looking through the windshield at a couple of kids fooling around on the corner.
"Anyway, I was actually voicing all my feelings that I'd been having about Fred for a long time. I mean, how many times have I said to you that Fred was such a child. You know, like I had three kids at home and I had to carry the entire load. Well, Bosco, I just wanted you to know that it was him I was yelling at that night - not you. You're always there for me. Always. I can't remember a time when you weren't. And, you're not useless. You do good out here. Yeah, you're a little rough around the edges," she said, laughing a little and making him smile, "but you're a good person. A good person, Bosco, who'd do anything for anyone that deserved it. You get the job done - not always in the conventional way, but you get the end result" she finished.
Bosco took a deep breath and looked over at his partner, feeling the tension of the last few months ease. He nodded his head. "Thanks, Faith."
"And, I can't believe that you wouldn't arrest Proctor," Faith said, laughing out loud this time, knowing that she was not thinking clearly then. She had made it a point to stop by and talk to her when she was visiting Fred. They'd had a cup of coffee, talked and straightened everything out.
"So, how are things with you and Fred now?" he asked her after he finished laughing at her last comment.
"They're good. He's a changed person, Bos. He seems like he's grown up a lot. Things are a lot better," she told him.
"Well, that's good then, right?" Bosco asked her as they were interrupted by their radio.
"55-David, take an unknown disturbance inside the offices at 137 and Eastern - The Prescott Building."
They each thought the same thing, "Not another disturbance." Bosco keyed his microphone, "10-4, Central. 137 and Eastern. Do you we have a better location within the building?"
"Not at this time, 55-David. We're trying to get more on it. We're sending 55-Charlie along with you," came the response.
"10-4. We'll be there in three," Bosco advised. He hit the lights and siren as Faith pulled back out into traffic. Each of them had a sense of peace since they had gotten this out in the open. They didn't know it would be short-lived.
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TBC...