July 29th, 2002

Faith and Bosco where the talk of 55. Everyone enjoyed teasing Bosco that he was married, but generally, everyone was shocked. The two of them always seemed to be the oddest of pairs,butnow that they were married, it was even more weird for everyone. Faith and Bosco tried ignoring everyone. Their boss did give them congradulations and gave Faith a new name tag, but they knew he was snickering behind their backs. it would take time for everyone to get used to this.

They sat in the car staring out the window. It was near the end of their shift and they were already at each others throat. First, they fought about a perp that they caught, then they fought about the lack of milk in the fridge at home.

"Petty little fights." Faith mumbled.

"What was that Yok-..Faith?"

"You almost called me Yokas." She frowned. Bosco sighed.

"No I almost didnt." he said as their radio went off.

**All unit to Crestfield Mall. I repeat all units to Crestfield Mall for possible Terrorist attack** Faith stared at Bosco.

"Did they just say Terrorist?" She asked. Bosco nodded as he flipped the sirens on, "Shouldnt the FBI be handeling this?"

"I guess, We need to hold down the forts. plus they said possible." Bosco said speeding down the road, "Its probably some Spic pissed off about not being able to return his pasta maker." Faith stared at him and shook her head.

When they got their, the parking lot was silent. No other crusiers. No other swat team like they had expected. They got out and walked to the mall. Faith and Bosco exchanged looks as they walked in.

"We should split up." He said Faith nodded and headed to the food court.When is this going to end? When will her job return to normal. This is normal. This is what normal will be like for a long time to come. People went in and out of stores like nothing was happening. They didnt know. They didnt know their lives could end at any moment.

Faith looked around the food court. Mothers and children giggled as they got food at McDonalds. Groups of teenagers got slices of pizza at pizza hut. Faiths eyes fell upon a dark skinned man. Sweat trickeled down his face. He was just standing there in the middle of the food court doing nothing. Faith recognized him She arrested him last month for drug possesion. Mohammed Khan if she wasnt mistaken.

"Bosco, I have him in sight right here." Faith said into her radio. Her eyes never left him. He looked so scared and nervous. Bosco came up behind Faith.

"Mohammed Khan. How the fuck did he get out?" Faith shook her head.

"I don't know..." Faith looked at Bosco, "Let me talk to him."

"What? No." Bosco frowned. Faith looked at Bosco.

"Bosc, Youre not the most kind person when it comes to your words." Faith said. "Let me." Bosco gritted his teeth.

"Fine. Be careful, Faith." He said with all seriousness. Faith smiled softly. She walked slowly down the green tiled aisle weaving through the people and the chairs. Her heart pounded in her chest.

"Mohammed." She said. He looked over at her as if he was a deer caught in a headlight.

"Officer Yokas." He mumbled.

"You remember my name. I'mn flattered." She smiled, "So what are you doing here?"

"I was hungery." Mohammed said. Faith nodded.

"Yeah, so am I." Faith said, "I was thinking about getting some pizza maybe a hotdog."

"Arent you on shift?" Mohammed asked looking across the food court to Bosco.

"Yeah we are." She said, "We got called here though."

"Why? Do I even want to know?" He asked.

"You tell me why you think we got called here." Faith said taking a step to him. Her chesat felt so tight. Mohammed shrugged.

"Someone steal something?" He asked.

"Nope." Faith said glancing over and seeing another dark skinned man with a bag walking towards them. Bosco started to move. "We got some calls about a few suspects."

"suspects. You mean me?" Mohammed laughed, "I'm clean now I tell you."

"Why do you look so nervous, Mohammed?" Faith asked as the man approached handed the bag to Mohammed. Bosco lept and tackeled the man. The bag spilled a sticky substance all over the table.

"NO!!!!!" Mohammed cried. Bosco stood up covered in the substance. Faith looked at the table.

"What the hell is that??" She cried.

"Sperm!!" Mohammed snapped.

"Oh fuck!" Bosco cried jumping back,."What the fuck are you doing with Sperm??"

"Trying to get my wife pregnant." Mohammad cried running his hands through his hair, "You ruined it all!!" Faith lookd at him.

"Youre not a suicide bomber?" She asked. Mohammed looked at her shocked.

"What?? No!!!" He cried, "How could you think that?? Because my skin is dark?? I'm American, Officer Yokas. I've been in this god damn country for thirty years. I love this country and I find it sad and a shock you think I would try to hurt anyone here." Faith sighed deeply.

"I'm really sorry, Mohammad." She said, "We were just following up on a call."

"Well, I hope youre happy." Mohammad said, "My chance of children are on this table. Today was the only day we could do it."

"I'm really sorry." She sighed softly.

"I need to go home." Bosco growled looking down at his uniform.

"Let's go." She sighed softly.

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Bosco stood in his shower soaking his body with hot water. Faith sat on the floor next to it sighing.

"Today was ridiculous, Bosc." She said.

"Tell me about it. I got some guy's Jizz all over me." He groaned.

"No...I mean, we thought this guy was a terrorist just because he has dark skin."

"Racial profiling happens all the time." Bosco said rinsing the soap from his hair. "Nowadays, it happens a lot more."

"Not on my clock." She sighed deeply looking up at the shower curtain."You coming clean?"

"You could say that." He said opening the shower curtain and pouring a cup full of water onto Faith. She squealed and jumped up.

"Bosco! You son of a bitch!" She cried jumping into the shower fully clothed and pushing him against the wall. "Dont ever do that again!"

"Why not?" He grinned wrapping his soapy muscular arms around her. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Plenty." Faith smiled kissing him softly.

"Good." Bosco smiled kissing her back. "Youre getitng me all dirty again, Faith." She only grinned removing her wet shirt. "And I like."



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