CHAPTER NINE
Minutes before the start of the shift, Bosco sat in front of his locker lacing up his shoes. He glanced towards the door willing Faith to walk through. Today was to be their last shift on the third watch. Bosco wanted to break the news to Faith before roll call.
"Couldn't hack it huh, Boscorelli," Sully taunted. "Needed to slow things down a bit in your life?"
Bosco barely registered Sullivan as he watched Monroe walk in. Where the hell was Faith? Just then she sailed through the door out of breath.
"Oh my," she gasped. "I've been behind all morning!"
"Better hurry it up Yokas," Davis warned.
"Yeah, yeah," she shot back.
Bosco walked up next to her and leaned against her locker. "Faith," he started softly. "I.I need to talk to you."
"What's wrong?" she asked, frantically pulling on her shirt.
"Ummm.can ya look at me for a moment here?" he asked, annoyed. "This is hard enough."
"Bos, what?" Faith encountered, equally annoyed. "Can't this wait 'til we get in the squad?"
"I'm staying on this shift," Bosco blurted out. Faith stopped abruptly. She looked at Bosco as if he had sprouted a second head.
"I mean I really want to go with you and all," he rushed on, "but, this is where I belong. You know I'm not a morning person, do you really want to deal with that? I've got my routine and I'm happy with it and there's more excitement here, 'cause you know I'll be bored to tears and who would pick on Sully."
Bosco's rambling excuses died away as Faith stared at him, crestfallen. The silence stretched until Swersky poked his head into the room.
"Hey you two, you're late!" Swersky hollered. "Get your asses out here, you're holdin' everybody up!"
Faith slowly closed her locker, picked up her gun belt and followed Swersky out the room without a backward glance.
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Minutes before the start of the shift, Bosco sat in front of his locker lacing up his shoes. He glanced towards the door willing Faith to walk through. Today was to be their last shift on the third watch. Bosco wanted to break the news to Faith before roll call.
"Couldn't hack it huh, Boscorelli," Sully taunted. "Needed to slow things down a bit in your life?"
Bosco barely registered Sullivan as he watched Monroe walk in. Where the hell was Faith? Just then she sailed through the door out of breath.
"Oh my," she gasped. "I've been behind all morning!"
"Better hurry it up Yokas," Davis warned.
"Yeah, yeah," she shot back.
Bosco walked up next to her and leaned against her locker. "Faith," he started softly. "I.I need to talk to you."
"What's wrong?" she asked, frantically pulling on her shirt.
"Ummm.can ya look at me for a moment here?" he asked, annoyed. "This is hard enough."
"Bos, what?" Faith encountered, equally annoyed. "Can't this wait 'til we get in the squad?"
"I'm staying on this shift," Bosco blurted out. Faith stopped abruptly. She looked at Bosco as if he had sprouted a second head.
"I mean I really want to go with you and all," he rushed on, "but, this is where I belong. You know I'm not a morning person, do you really want to deal with that? I've got my routine and I'm happy with it and there's more excitement here, 'cause you know I'll be bored to tears and who would pick on Sully."
Bosco's rambling excuses died away as Faith stared at him, crestfallen. The silence stretched until Swersky poked his head into the room.
"Hey you two, you're late!" Swersky hollered. "Get your asses out here, you're holdin' everybody up!"
Faith slowly closed her locker, picked up her gun belt and followed Swersky out the room without a backward glance.
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