Authers note: Thank you for all the kind reviews on Chapter one. I was really shocked that you all liked it the way you did. I just thought we needed more Faith/Bosco stories lol. I hope this one is good for you. I also apologize for all the random lines of dots. My word wouldn't let me delete them for osme reason.

            Faith slowly opened her eyes. Her head was pounding slightly. She looked around her. She was home. She could vaguely remember coming home. A guy brought her home.

            "Bosco." Faith sat up touching her lips. He kissed me. Faith slowly slid out of the bed and wrapped her robe around her as she shuffled down the hall. Moving was hard this early with a slight hangover. She could hear movement in the kitchen. She walked slowly into the kitchen and saw Bosco looking at her microwave, "What are you doing?" Bosco jumped nearly knocking the microwave on the floor.

            "Fuck, Faith." He said looking at her, "I just wanted to see if I could salvage this thing, which I cant. You need a complete new one." Faith nodded.

            "Thanks." She walked over to the kitchen table. Bosco watched her.

            "Want some coffee?" He asked. Faith groaned and nodded.

            "God yeah." She said, "There are some aspirin on the top of the fridge." Bosco nodded and grabbed them for her along with some coffee; "You stayed here all night?"

            "On the couch." He said.

            "You could have slept in Emily's bed." She said taking her coffee from Bosco, "Thanks."

            "The couch was fine. I've slept on worse." He chuckled as he sat down across from her. She looked ragged and tired, "How are you doing?" Faith sighed staring at her coffee.

            "I'll be good once I can talk to Fred." She said.

            "Are you sure that's a good idea?" Bosco asked, "I can be there if you want." Faith chuckled softly.

            "I think you can handle it." She said getting up, "I think I will go take a shower." Bosco got up.

            "All right. I'm going to head on out then." He said, "Day off, need to clean my place." Faith chuckled softly.

            "Can't imagine you cleaning." She said.

            "It happens." He winked going to the front door, "Give me a call if you need anything."

            "I will, thanks Bosco." She said.

            "No problem." He said going out into the hallway, with a sigh.

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            Faith pushed back her wet hair and reached for the faucet of the shower. She shut the water off and stepped out. Steam had fogged up the mirror. Faith sighed wiping it off as she heard the front door close. She stopped, listening. Someone was in the house. Faith grabbed her towel and put it around her. She slowly opened the bathroom door and heard something in the bedroom. Faith walked down the hallway. She peered into her bedroom.

"Fred." She frowned looking at her husband filling suitcases with her items. He didn't turnaround to look at her, "Fred, what are you doing with my stuff??"

            "You're moving out." He said. Faith's eyes widened.

            "You're throwing me out??"

            "Yes." He said closing a suitcase.

            "Fuck." Faith grabbed some clothes and pulled them on, "Fred, let's talk this out first."

            "This is far past the point where we can talk things out, Faith." He said putting more things into her suitcase. "There's nothing we can do."

            "No no no. Don't say that, Fred!" Faith cried, "We have kids. We have fifteen years of marriage."

            "And all of those have been a joke." He said, "You're not doing what you suppose to be doing. You're supposed to be here for your children, your not, but me. You care more about your job than you do your family."

            "You've got to be fucking kidding me." Faith gasped, "I put food on the table and a roof over your head and you say I'm not doing what I'm suppose to be doing?? I'm a cop Fred, that's who I am."

            "You're a mother and you've never acted like one." He said.

            "What do you expect me to do? Quit my job and go start cooking pot roasts and doing little arts-n-crafts projects?? That's not me! I'm a cop and that's what I love to do." She said, "I love you and the kids and you know that. Don't start pulling this whose a better parent shit on me. You're not exactly the poster parent yourself."

            "You're out of here, Faith." He put the suitcases in front of her.

            "Where am I supposed to go??" She asked.

            "Away from me." He said.

            "You have no right to do this, Fred." Faith said, "We need to talk this out. We need to Fred, for our marriage."

            "I don't love you anymore, Faith." Fred said point blank. Faith stood there staring at him.

            "Wh-what?" She whispered. Fred closed his eyes.

"I don't love you anymore, Faith, I've felt like this for a long time now." He said, "It's just. Its time we move on. For us. For the children."

            "You've…You've got to be kidding me." Faith gasped not believing this was happening when she had a hangover.

            "Just get out Faith. We'll figure something out about the kids, but for right now it'll be best if you just stay away from them."

            "Y-You can't keep me away from my children." Faith said getting her suitcases, "I'm getting a lawyer and we'll just see about this." A few tears trickled down her face as she walked out to the hallway. Where am I going to go? Faith, I would drop anyone and anything so I could come help you out. Faith bit her lip, walking down the stairs. Give me a call if you need anything. She walked outside trying to not look back at the apartment building. Everything was crashing around her.

*   *   *

            Bosco stood in his living room with the music on as he dusted his stereo. His head bopped to the heavy bass of the music. Dust particles flew up in the air, recirculating. It was good to finally have a semi-clean apartment. A knock came upon his door. Bosco turned down the music and opened the door.

            "Faith." He frowned when he said her red eyes and tear stained cheeks, "What happened?" He took her suitcases from her.

            "Well, you know how you said that if I ever needed anything, just to call and stuff?" She asked, "Consider this my call. I need a place to stay and the only option is my mothers and I couldn't handle her right now." Bosco nodded.

            "Come in. I just about finished cleaning." He helped her with her suitcases and shut the door, "How your head?"

            "My hangover seemed to have faded a I was thrown out of my home." Faith said sitting on the couch, "I don't know what I'm going to do, Bosc."

            "Go out to the bar and pick up some guy and just let loose, you deserve it to yourself." He said.

            "Look what happened when I went to the bar last night." Faith said, "I had to have you take me home."

            "it was no troubles at all." He said, "Let me go make up my room for you."

            "No. The couch is fine." She smiled at him.

            "Let me go make up my room for you." Bosco said again. Faith nodded. Bosco went into his room and made the bed up with Fresh sheets for her. It was weird having her here after what happened last night. Faith stood in the doorway watching him.

            "We have an early shift tomorrow." She said. He nodded looking at her.

            "I know." He said glancing at the bed, "Well…here you go."

            "Thanks." Faith said biting her lip, "He said he didn't love me."

            "Well, he's a fool. You're better off without him. You deserve someone who will treat you right and respect you." He said. Faith smiled weakly sitting down on the bed.

"I need a nap." She said softly. Bosco nodded and headed for the door, "You'll know where I'll be if I need anything." Faith smiled weakly and took her shoes off. Fred didn't love her. Granted, she has thought their marriage was on the rocks for a while, but that shocked her. He didn't love her. Faith took off her pants and crawled into the bed. She sighed deeply. You'll know where I'll be if I need anything. Faith bit her lip and sat up.

"Bosco?" She called out. Bosco walked back down the hallway and into his room.

"What?" He asked.

"Could, Um…." Faith's heart pounded. "C-Could you hold me?" She whispered. Bosco stared at her. Her cheeks were still puffy from her tears. It was so weird seeing her like this. She was also so strong. Bosco nodded.

"Sure." He walked to the bed and sat down. She looked so vulnerable and weak. Bosco sighed and wrapped his arms around her as he lay down. Faith rested her head on his chest, feeling better as a man who didn't hate her held her. Bosco's hand caressed Faith's back. He wanted her to feel better. He wanted her to be happy. He wanted her to be with him. Bosco's eyes widened at that thought.

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