January 28th, 2004

Faith watched Vincent stare at the snow. He was sitting on the steps playing with the snow next to him. His little hands were growing red. Faith chuckled as her son finally started to wobble where he was. She scooped him up.

"Sitting up for a full five minutes. What a good little boy you are." Faith smiled proudly, "Let's get you all warmed up." Faith walked into the kitchen and slid Vincent into his highchair.

"Vinny looks frozen." Bosco said as he poured himself some coffee. Faith nodded as she heated up some milk for Vincent.

"He was enjoying the snow and sat up for a full five minutes."

"That's my boy." Bosco grinned as he kissed the top of Vincent's head. He took the mittens and jacket off of his son. "Is your father's court date tomorrow?" Faith nodded slowly.

"Yeah. I doubt ma will go." She said feeding Vincent.

"She really needs to."

"I know that, but I can't force her to go." Faith said.

"No but you can push her strongly towards the court house." Bosco said. Faith chuckled as she cradled Vincent in her arms. Charlie ran in the back door and past them.

"Charlie, where are you going so quickly?" Faith called after him.

"Home."

"You are home." Faith cocked her eyebrow. Bosco walked to the stairs.

"Charlie?" He yelled up the stairs.

"Leave me alone." Bosco walked up to the bathroom.

"Charles?" Bosco knocked on the door.

"God, Dad, leave me alone!" Charlie cried. Bosco opened up the bathroom door and saw blood pouring from his ten-year-old step sons nose.

"God, Charlie." Bosco grabbed a washcloth and put it on Charlie's nose, "What happened?"

"Nothing." Charlie muttered.

"Your nose didn't start bleeding because of nothing." Bosco said as he pushed him to sit on the closed toilet.

"Me and Jake were playing and Jake punched me." Charlie said.

"Why did Jake punch you?"

"Because I wanted him to." Charlie said. Bosco stared at him.

"Why did you ask him to?"

"'Cause I wanted to see if getting punched hurt." Charlie said.

"Of course it hurts." Bosco chuckled. "Don't ever do that again, okay?"

"Oh I wont." Charlie said.

"Keep the cloth on your nose and I'll be right back with some ice." Bosco sighed as he walked downstairs into the kitchen.

"What's wrong with Charlie?" Faith asked.

"He got a bloody nose after horsing around with Jake."

"I knew that Jake was bad news." Faith frowned deeply, "Is he okay?"

"He'll survive." Bosco said grabbing said, "Mr. Mom to the rescue." Faith chuckled.

"Make sure my baby isn't in pain."

"Don't worry. I won't let him hurt." Faith smiled as Bosco went back upstairs. She looked at Vincent.

"You're lucky, Son. You have the most amazing Father."

February 11th, 2004

So much had been going on that week. Both Faith and Bosco had gotten an enormous amount of hours at work. They had decided to take Emily off of punishment just to get her out of their hair.

Bosco tapped his fingers against the dashboard of the car as it was stopped at the red light. Ty looked at him with slight annoyance.

"How's Vincent?" He asked. Bosco looked at him with a smile.

"Alive." Bosco said as they drove off.

"Well, I'm glad about that." Ty said as he wished this day were over with. He missed working with Sullivan.

"Well, look at what we have here. Pull over, Davis." Bosco said. Ty didn't dare question him. As the car stopped, Bosco got out of the car and walked over to a blond man, "Yo Sketch."

"Oh Christ Boscorelli." Sketch groaned. "I didn't do anything." He started to walk away, but Bosco followed.

"So, they let you out." Bosco said.

"It would appear so, huh?"

"Don't get smart with me or I'll have my partner slap some cuffs on you." Sketch looked back at Ty.

"What happened to Yokas? Oh I mean, Mrs. Boscorelli." Sketch said, "I heard you got married and gone soft." Bosco grabbed Sketch's collar.

"I haven't gone soft to beat the shit out of you." He hissed.

"And I'll scream police brutality." Sketch smiled smugly.

"Bosco, Let's go." Davis said, "He's not worth it."

"I have a feeling about you, Sketch." Bosco let go of him.

"Watch all that you want." Sketch said as he straightened up his collar, "'Cause I ain't doing nothing." Bosco walked back to the car with Ty.

"I hate that man." Bosco said.

"Why?" Ty asked as he jumped ito the car.

"Ever hear of La Raza?" Ty nodded, "He was and I am assuming that he is still a member. They caused a lot of trouble about five years ago. Sketch beat his mother with a baseball bat, but he was arrest. He caused a lot of trouble until then."

"I'm sure he's done with all that stuff." Ty said, "Just ignore him. I dot think la Raza is still together."

"It is. It has to be." Bosco muttered, "I just can't believe he's out."

"How's faith?" Ty asked trying to change the subject.

"Fine." Bosco muttered.

"Almost Emily's birthday right?" Ty asked. Bosco nodded as he continued to stare out the window. There was no use talking to him. His mind was preoccupied with the jerk named Sketch.

* * *

Bosco got out of the car. Finally, patrol was over. He did like having Ty as a partner, but at times he missed Faith. This job was what brought them together after all. He walked into the precinct as Faith and Sully brought in a handcuffed Sketch.

"What's going on with him?" Bosco asked.

"Armed robbery." Faith said. Bosco laughed in Sketch's face.

"I knew you'd slip up." He said.

"Fuck you." Sketch hissed. "You're not the one who caught me."

"No but my wife who is a girl did." Bosco said.

"Your wife is more man than you." He said. Faith nudged him.

"Shut up, Sketch." She said, shoving him down the hallway.

"Yes, Ma'am." Sketch chuckled.

"I'm all man!" Bosco yelled after them.

"Oh. I know that." Ty winked. Bosco frowned at him.

"Shut up." He said. Ty held up his hands defensively as he walked away. Bosco looked around him as everyone was laughing at him; "You all shut up, okay?"

Bosco stalked to the locker room stripping off his clothes. Sketch was such an asshole. There was no way he was soft. Who cares if he had kids and a wife? He was still all man. He was still tough. He was still Bosco.