November 28th, 2003

Faith tapped her hands on the steering wheel. She was getting anxious. Bosco looked over at her.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked.

"What if the babysitter looses our number?" Faith asked, "Do you think the batteries in my pager are working?" Bosco chuckled.

"It's fine, Faith. Catherine is a good babysitter." He said, "We check her references and if there is a problem she will call the precinct." Faith sighed deeply.

"I know, but…"

"No buts, Faith. Vinny is fine." He said.

"What if he's not?" She asked.

"He is." Bosco chuckled.

"55-David, we have a 10-30 in progress over at First Union Bank." The dispatcher said. Faith sighed as she flipped on the sirens.

"Robbery. Just what we need today." She said.

"It's our job, Faith. We've taken these before."

"I know." Faith said speeding over to First Union Bank. "I'm always anxious at work with a newborn at home. It's not like we have the safest job in the world."

"Yes, but we love it don't we?" He asked. Faith smiled.

"Yeah. Yeah we do." She said. Faith cut off the sirens as they got close to the bank. She surveyed the scene as she pulled up to the bank. "Here we go."

Bosco and Faith stepped out of the police cruiser. They both removed their guns from their holsters. The last thing Faith needed right now was to be shot and killed. She couldn't leave three children to Bosco.

"Come on." Bosco whispered walking into the bank with his gun raised. Faith's heart pounded in her chest. "Drop your weapon." Bosco yelled at the man who was wearing a Jimmy Carter mask.

"He said drop your weapon!" Faith yelled aiming at the robber. Jimmy Carter aimed his gun at Faith and Bosco. "Drop your weapon!!" She cried again.

Jimmy Carter shit his gun. Faith leapt on Bosco bringing them both to the ground. She could see Vincent in front of her. What if he lost both parents? Faith realized she wasn't shot. She looked up and saw Jimmy Carter running off. She shot her gun and got him in the leg. He cried out and fell to the ground.

"Get up." Faith said to Bosco. He glared at her as he walked over to the fallen Jimmy Carter. Faith shook her head.

* * *

Bosco stomped into the locker rooms and kicked open his locker door. Faith stared at him.

"What's your problem?" She asked.

"You!" He glared at his wife.

"What did I do?" Faith asked as she opened her locker.

"What didn't you do??" Bosco yelled. "How dare you do that!? I was fine!!!""

"What the fuck are you talking about??" Faith glared at him.

"At the bank. I could have taken care of myself." He said. Faith looked at him and then started to laugh.

"Oh my god. What a typical man! Woman saves you and you get all bent out of shape."

"I could have taken care of myself!!" He yelled.

"I'm so sorry I didn't want my husband to get shot!" She threw her arms up.

"It's more than that, Faith!! I could have saved you." He said. Faith groaned.

"I can take care of myself. I always have." She said. "Don't think because we're married you have to now start proving something him to me." Bosco glared.

"I want a new partner." He fumed.

"A new partner? Where? Here or home?" Faith glared.

"Oh come off it, Faith. I mean here!" He said. "I think it's too stressful on our marriage."

"Since when?" Faith asked.

"Since now." Bosco said.

"I don't want anyone else. You're my partner. I like having you as my partner." Faith said.

"I used to like it too, but…I can't do it anymore." Bosco said. Faith stared at him. She felt hurt, but she knew where he was coming from. She nodded slowly.

"Fine. We'll talk about this in the morning okay? We'll get a partner switch." She said. Bosco nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry for snapping." He said.

"Don't be. You're right…somewhat." She said. "It's either our marriage or our partnership. I would rather be husband and wife." Bosco finally smiled.

"Me too" He said.

"Let's go home, okay?" She asked. Bosco nodded and took her hand. Maybe this partner switch would be for the best.

December 12th, 2003

Vincent gurgled as he looked up at his mobile. He tried reaching it but of course he couldn't reach it. Vincent kicked his legs and continued to coo. Faith walked into his nursery and peered over the side of his crib.

"Are you awake all ready, My Love?" She asked tickling his belly. Vincent giggled. She scooped him up in her arms. "Lord you stink up to high heaven."

Faith put the baby onto his changing table. Vincent smiled kicking his legs. Faith pulled out a new diaper and untapped the one on him. She stopped and stared what was in his diaper. Blood.

"Vinny…" She said as she wiped him, "Are you okay?" She had never seen blood in any of her children's diapers. It worried her. She quickly put the clean diaper on him, "Come on, Baby."

Faith rested Vincent against her chest and walked downstairs. Something had to be wrong. Something was wrong with her baby. She slid Vincent into his swing and grabbed to phone to call Vincent's pediatrician.

"Hi. This is Faith Boscorelli. My son is a patient of Dr. White. I need to speak with him." Faith waited patiently as the got Dr. White.

"Mrs. Boscorelli?" He asked as he picked up the phone.

"Dr. White! Hi." She said.

"Is there something wrong with Vincent?" He asked.

"I was changing his diaper and there was blood in it." She said.

"Blood? How much?" He asked.

"I don't know. I didn't measure it." Faith frowned.

"All right. Is this the first time this has happened?" Dr. White asked.

"Yes it is." Faith said, "Is there something I need worry about?"

"I don't think so, but I want you to keep an eye out for more blood in his stool." He said. "If it continues bring him in here so we can run a few tests." Faith bit her lip.

"A few tests? Do you think my baby is sick?" She asked. "What's wrong with him?"

"I'm not sure, but it could be a number of things."

"Okay." Faith said.

* * *

Bosco walked in the house with a grin. This whole new partner this was working out great. Ty was certainly different than Faith, but he was great. He had certainly seen some difference in their marriage. In his opinion, it had improved.

"Honey, I'm home." Bosco chucked walking into the living room. His smile immediately faded when he saw Faith, "What happened?"

"It's Vincent." She said. The blood stopped running in Bosco's veins.

"Is he okay?"

"I don't know." Faith said looking at her husband, "I was changing his diaper and it was filled with blood."

"Blood? Did you call his pediatrician?" He asked. Faith nodded slowly.

"He said k-keep an eye on it and if it was still happening for the next couple of days, to bring him in." She said. Bosco exhaled.

"I'm sure Vinny is fine." Bosco said.

"What if he's not? What if he has cancer??" Faith looked at him tearfully.

"He's too young to have cancer." Bosco said, "I'm sure it's nothing."

"Blood isn't nothing, Bosco." Faith whispered. "I'm so scared." Bosco wrapped his arms around his trembling wife.

"It will be all right, Faith. Vinny is healthy." He said softly. He was saying that more to himself than to Faith. He couldn't bare it if something happened to his son. If this continued, He would bring Vincent to the emergency room immediately. He wouldn't have his precious angel's life in danger.