Chapter Four
"I swear you are a walking contradiction Bos," Faith said. "Mondays you come in drag-ass like you've been partying it up all weekend and on Fridays you pull the Mr. Moody act like you can't bear the thought of the time off."
Bosco slowly rubbed the back of his neck. The past weekend was an unusually stressful one and he was in no mood to be mocked. The rain pouring down in buckets wasn't helping his disposition much either. "I'm not feeling all that well today," he said lamely.
"Yeah hangovers are a bitch on a Monday afternoon," Faith joked. "So which girl had you up all night? Sheba? Lacy? Joanne?"
"This is your business how?" Bosco snapped.
"Sooorrrryyy," she drawled, "if you ain't spilling the beans on this one, she must be special."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Bosco exploded. "You don't know a damn thing. You don't know a damn thing about me. Focus on your life and stay the hell outta mine."
Faith slowly pulled the RMP up to the curve and put it in park. She turned and took a good look at her partner. Bosco's was staring straight ahead, rubbing his forehead with his right hand. He was slumped forward in a posture of wariness and his leg was tapping out its own little tune. For the first time Faith noticed the deep, dark circles under his eyes. He looked wound up tight as a coil.
"Bos," Faith said softly, "talk to me."
"There's nothing to talk about," he answered shortly.
"If something's bothering you, you know you can talk to me about it.are you still seeing your psychologist?" she asked tentatively.
Bosco looked at her in disbelief. "Yeah, maybe I'll ask him why my partner feels the need to look down on me all the time. I'll tell him how that makes me feel."
Faith was at a lost. She knew Bosco's moods had been erratic lately, but she hadn't really thought much about it. With Emily's visits to the counselor and Fred nagging her to spend more time at home, her mind had been clogged with domestic matters. But something was wrong here and it bothered her that she hadn't seen it coming.
"Let's, let's just ride out the rest of the shift okay? Take it easy from here," she suggested.
Bosco lifted his hand up wearily in assent and watched the rain beat down on the window.
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"I swear you are a walking contradiction Bos," Faith said. "Mondays you come in drag-ass like you've been partying it up all weekend and on Fridays you pull the Mr. Moody act like you can't bear the thought of the time off."
Bosco slowly rubbed the back of his neck. The past weekend was an unusually stressful one and he was in no mood to be mocked. The rain pouring down in buckets wasn't helping his disposition much either. "I'm not feeling all that well today," he said lamely.
"Yeah hangovers are a bitch on a Monday afternoon," Faith joked. "So which girl had you up all night? Sheba? Lacy? Joanne?"
"This is your business how?" Bosco snapped.
"Sooorrrryyy," she drawled, "if you ain't spilling the beans on this one, she must be special."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Bosco exploded. "You don't know a damn thing. You don't know a damn thing about me. Focus on your life and stay the hell outta mine."
Faith slowly pulled the RMP up to the curve and put it in park. She turned and took a good look at her partner. Bosco's was staring straight ahead, rubbing his forehead with his right hand. He was slumped forward in a posture of wariness and his leg was tapping out its own little tune. For the first time Faith noticed the deep, dark circles under his eyes. He looked wound up tight as a coil.
"Bos," Faith said softly, "talk to me."
"There's nothing to talk about," he answered shortly.
"If something's bothering you, you know you can talk to me about it.are you still seeing your psychologist?" she asked tentatively.
Bosco looked at her in disbelief. "Yeah, maybe I'll ask him why my partner feels the need to look down on me all the time. I'll tell him how that makes me feel."
Faith was at a lost. She knew Bosco's moods had been erratic lately, but she hadn't really thought much about it. With Emily's visits to the counselor and Fred nagging her to spend more time at home, her mind had been clogged with domestic matters. But something was wrong here and it bothered her that she hadn't seen it coming.
"Let's, let's just ride out the rest of the shift okay? Take it easy from here," she suggested.
Bosco lifted his hand up wearily in assent and watched the rain beat down on the window.
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