Author's Note: First of all, this is my first fic, so please have mercy!
I'm not quite sure what I'm exactly doing, so bear with me and any help is
appreciated. Hope you enjoy my first story ever- In The Long Run.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Third Watch, its people, places, or things in any way, shape, or form. That honor belongs to John Wells and all those other people whose names fly by real fast at the end of the show. So I'm just temporarily borrowing those lucky ducks fine creations for a bit.
Chapter One- Bosco's Confession
Bosco and Faith are riding in their RMP towards the middle of their shift. Faith radios Central and requests to go on break for dinner. Permission was granted.
"Oh Thank God! I was so hungry. I skipped lunch today because Charlie said the smell of cooking food was making him nauseous. This flu has really got him in bad shape," said Faith.
"Really? That's good," said Bosco distractedly, staring out his passenger window as Faith pulled the car into a parking space in front of their favorite diner.
"You think?" asked Faith.
"Yea of course," said Bosco still staring intently out the window.
Faith shook her head and wondered what was causing Bosco to be trapped in his own world. He surely hadn't seemed himself the past few days. He had handled several calls calmly, never once losing his temper and insulting the person. This was cause for some extreme concern from Faith. She wondered if he was upset with her for something.
"Bos," she said, turning in her seat to face her partner before she shut the car off, "what's up with you these past few days? You don't seem yourself lately and I'm starting to get worried. Tell me what's wrong."
Bosco finally turned to look at her for the first time almost all shift. His eyes seemed sad and there was no trace of the grin that usually curved the corners of his mouth.
"Nothing's wrong, Yokas. I'm fine."
Faith looked in him in the eyes and Bosco held her gaze for the few moments before she looked away, unconvinced.
"Are you sure? You haven't mouthed off to Sully or Christopher all week and you aren't tormenting anyone while on the job," she said, hoping to get a confession out of him.
"Really, Faith, I'm OK. Just not in the mood to pick fights," he said, returning to staring at the window. Faith noticed his gaze following the path of a middle-aged man walking down the street with his teenage daughter. Bosco turned his head slightly as he watched them round the corner, then gave his head a little shake and opened the door to get out of the RMP.
Faith watched her partner, perplexed at his behavior, then followed him across the sidewalk and into the diner. She knew that he would talk when he was ready, but she hoped that it would be sooner than later because she was starting to get really worried.
~*~
Dinner with Faith was quiet, but that was how most of their time spent together had been lately. Bosco wanted to tell her what's been on his mind, he wanted to so bad, but he didn't think she'd understand.
When the finished their meal, which had been utterly silent except for their orders being placed and their waitresses' perky chatter, Faith radioed in that they were back in service, and they began to patrol their area.
Bosco could see Faith stealing glances at him from the passenger seat as he drove, but she didn't say anything. He knew she was dying to figure out what has gotten him to behave so unusually, but he couldn't bring himself to tell her. He didn't understand why he wouldn't tell her, it wasn't even that big of a deal. Maybe he was just scared of being laughed at, but he knew Faith would never laugh at him, especially for something like this. Maybe he was nervous that it would somehow get around the house, and then he'd never hear the end of it from Sullivan. He just didn't know, but did realize if he didn't clue someone in, he would make himself go crazy in the head.
"I'm sorry that I've been rude to you, Yokas," said Bosco, not taking his eyes off the road, but turning his head in her direction.
"You haven't been rude, Bos. Just not you," she replied, daring to hope that he would tell her what was going on.
"I guess your right. I've just.been thinking a lot lately," said Bosco, letting his sentence trail off.
"About what?" asked Faith, hoping everything was OK with the partner she loved so much.
"Just.stuff," said Bosco, chickening out. He couldn't tell her, she would laugh. She laughed once when he and Carlos had been talking about compassion. This stuff was compassionate. Bosco decided to tell her later.
"Bosco, what's wrong with you? We're partners. Not only that, but we're best friends too. I always thought we could trust each other with everything. What's so important that you have to keep it a big secret from me?" pleaded Faith, now desperate to know what the mysterious issue was.
"The big secret? Well, maybe I'm sick with cancer," said Bosco bitterly, recalling the time Bosco had been lied to about his partners health and it had caused him to get shot.
"Bos!" said a shocked and offended Faith. "I thought I had apologized enough for that. I really am truly sorry, you know that!"
"I'm sorry, Faith. This whole situation has got my emotions out of control. I know that was out of line. I really didn't mean that. I'm glad though that everything worked out OK with the whole cancer thing," apologized Bosco, turning to face her completely when they got to a red light.
"It's OK, Bos," she said with a sigh, knowing that he wasn't going to tell her right now, and probably never at this rate. "Whenever you're ready to talk about this, my door's always open."
Bosco nodded his head in appreciation and agreement. Suddenly, he couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Faith, I want to have a family," Bosco stated simply as he steered the car around another one that had stalled when the light turned green.
"What? You already have a family. You have Rose and Mikey, and even a dad, though he's not the greatest one," said Faith, a little confused, "and you know that you are considered part of my family."
"Yes, yes, I know I have that family," he said, a little impatiently. Then he corrected himself:" I know I have those families," he turned to Faith and gave a small smile, which caused Faith to grin since it was the first time she had seen her partner smile in a week. "I want to have a family of my own."
"You want to get married and have kids?" questioned Faith, not quite sure how her feelings toward this subject were.
"Yes. Here I am, a 33-year-old New York City police officer with a nice apartment, an incoming steady paycheck, and a decent personality, I guess. But yet, I get dumped again and again. I want to find Mrs. Right and just settle down. I want to have kids so bad. I always wanted someone to call me Daddy and ask for hugs and give me Happy Father's Day cards. But that's just all out of reach," he said, his frustration so obvious in his voice it almost broke Faith's heart. She knew he had been interested in getting married and having children in the long run, but she didn't understand why the sudden urge to have them all now.
" Bosco, I'm sure you'll find someone whose just perfect for you and is willing to have kids with you, but all in good time. And what do you mean, all this is out of your reach? Nothing is ever not in your reach," said Faith. She was startled that her friend seemed to have given up hope on his dreams that she was sure would be realities one day.
"Well, there's clearly something wrong with me," said Bosco, and he almost sounded like his old self for a moment, but then the sadness and monotone came back into his voice in his next sentence. "Something that drove me and Nicole apart and something that obviously made Cruz's and mine relationship fail, and I'm not going to blame it on just that jagoff Noble and that whole situation. And how come the women that I have over for one or two nights never want to stay for more? Why does everyone seem to run away from me? Don't they realize that it hurts me?" he said, his voice almost breaking, a thing that made Faith completely astonished. Was this something that her partner was going to cry over? Tears coming from her partner were a rare occurrence.
"Bosco, there's nothing wrong with you. Nothing at all. You are a fantastic man that many people love, and-" but Bosco cut her off.
"Many people love me? Let's get a list going here. My Ma and you. Well that was a pretty short list," said Bosco. His sarcasm was still intact despite his saddened state.
"Don't be so stupid, Bosco, there's more people than me and your mother who love you. Everyone at the house loves you, even though they do get occasionally annoyed with you, and everyone over at Camelot loves you too. Your brother loves you, and I'm sure your dad does too even though neither of them really show that they care. My entire family loves you, even Fred, and I know Charlie and Em look up to you like a second dad. Of course, Nicole loved you, even though things ended, and who knows? Maybe she still does love you. And maybe even dear old Cruz loved you, if there is any kind heart in her body, which I doubt. But if there was one, I'm sure it loved you the whole time you were together. You see? There are tons of people who care," said Faith.
"That still wasn't very many people. Look at how many of them are jagoffs that I don't care for in return. It's true about you and Ma. And as much as I love Charlie and Emily I don't want to be their second dad, I want to be someone's first dad. I want to wife to come home to after work each day and I want to look at my own children's report cards and be there for them when they're sick or lonely. I would do anything to be Emily's dad right now, because she needs a dad to help her get through all this mess. You are so lucky to have her. I just want someone like her, yes even though she has problems, I want someone just like her to be my daughter," Bosco said, giving a little sigh at the end of his speech and shaking his head regretfully.
Faith opened her mouth to try to console her partner after a moment's contemplation of what to say, but before any sympathetic words of wisdom came from her, their radios cackled to life.
"55 David, we have a domestic disturbance at 23 South King Street. Suspect thought to be armed and dangerous."
Faith looked at Bosco to see if he wanted to take the call, but he said nothing. She took his silence as consent and spoke into her radio," 55 David to Central, 23 South King Street." She turned on the lights and siren as Bosco turned the car in the other direction so he could go try to solve someone else's problems.
Author's Note: PLEASE REVIEW! This is my first fic so I want to know everyone's thoughts so I can improve. I promise there will be more action in the next chapter (of course Bosco action, but the medics will make an appearance soon, and I'm going to try to throw in the bucket boys eventually) but only if you review! Thanks in advance ~BoscoLover55
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Third Watch, its people, places, or things in any way, shape, or form. That honor belongs to John Wells and all those other people whose names fly by real fast at the end of the show. So I'm just temporarily borrowing those lucky ducks fine creations for a bit.
Chapter One- Bosco's Confession
Bosco and Faith are riding in their RMP towards the middle of their shift. Faith radios Central and requests to go on break for dinner. Permission was granted.
"Oh Thank God! I was so hungry. I skipped lunch today because Charlie said the smell of cooking food was making him nauseous. This flu has really got him in bad shape," said Faith.
"Really? That's good," said Bosco distractedly, staring out his passenger window as Faith pulled the car into a parking space in front of their favorite diner.
"You think?" asked Faith.
"Yea of course," said Bosco still staring intently out the window.
Faith shook her head and wondered what was causing Bosco to be trapped in his own world. He surely hadn't seemed himself the past few days. He had handled several calls calmly, never once losing his temper and insulting the person. This was cause for some extreme concern from Faith. She wondered if he was upset with her for something.
"Bos," she said, turning in her seat to face her partner before she shut the car off, "what's up with you these past few days? You don't seem yourself lately and I'm starting to get worried. Tell me what's wrong."
Bosco finally turned to look at her for the first time almost all shift. His eyes seemed sad and there was no trace of the grin that usually curved the corners of his mouth.
"Nothing's wrong, Yokas. I'm fine."
Faith looked in him in the eyes and Bosco held her gaze for the few moments before she looked away, unconvinced.
"Are you sure? You haven't mouthed off to Sully or Christopher all week and you aren't tormenting anyone while on the job," she said, hoping to get a confession out of him.
"Really, Faith, I'm OK. Just not in the mood to pick fights," he said, returning to staring at the window. Faith noticed his gaze following the path of a middle-aged man walking down the street with his teenage daughter. Bosco turned his head slightly as he watched them round the corner, then gave his head a little shake and opened the door to get out of the RMP.
Faith watched her partner, perplexed at his behavior, then followed him across the sidewalk and into the diner. She knew that he would talk when he was ready, but she hoped that it would be sooner than later because she was starting to get really worried.
~*~
Dinner with Faith was quiet, but that was how most of their time spent together had been lately. Bosco wanted to tell her what's been on his mind, he wanted to so bad, but he didn't think she'd understand.
When the finished their meal, which had been utterly silent except for their orders being placed and their waitresses' perky chatter, Faith radioed in that they were back in service, and they began to patrol their area.
Bosco could see Faith stealing glances at him from the passenger seat as he drove, but she didn't say anything. He knew she was dying to figure out what has gotten him to behave so unusually, but he couldn't bring himself to tell her. He didn't understand why he wouldn't tell her, it wasn't even that big of a deal. Maybe he was just scared of being laughed at, but he knew Faith would never laugh at him, especially for something like this. Maybe he was nervous that it would somehow get around the house, and then he'd never hear the end of it from Sullivan. He just didn't know, but did realize if he didn't clue someone in, he would make himself go crazy in the head.
"I'm sorry that I've been rude to you, Yokas," said Bosco, not taking his eyes off the road, but turning his head in her direction.
"You haven't been rude, Bos. Just not you," she replied, daring to hope that he would tell her what was going on.
"I guess your right. I've just.been thinking a lot lately," said Bosco, letting his sentence trail off.
"About what?" asked Faith, hoping everything was OK with the partner she loved so much.
"Just.stuff," said Bosco, chickening out. He couldn't tell her, she would laugh. She laughed once when he and Carlos had been talking about compassion. This stuff was compassionate. Bosco decided to tell her later.
"Bosco, what's wrong with you? We're partners. Not only that, but we're best friends too. I always thought we could trust each other with everything. What's so important that you have to keep it a big secret from me?" pleaded Faith, now desperate to know what the mysterious issue was.
"The big secret? Well, maybe I'm sick with cancer," said Bosco bitterly, recalling the time Bosco had been lied to about his partners health and it had caused him to get shot.
"Bos!" said a shocked and offended Faith. "I thought I had apologized enough for that. I really am truly sorry, you know that!"
"I'm sorry, Faith. This whole situation has got my emotions out of control. I know that was out of line. I really didn't mean that. I'm glad though that everything worked out OK with the whole cancer thing," apologized Bosco, turning to face her completely when they got to a red light.
"It's OK, Bos," she said with a sigh, knowing that he wasn't going to tell her right now, and probably never at this rate. "Whenever you're ready to talk about this, my door's always open."
Bosco nodded his head in appreciation and agreement. Suddenly, he couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Faith, I want to have a family," Bosco stated simply as he steered the car around another one that had stalled when the light turned green.
"What? You already have a family. You have Rose and Mikey, and even a dad, though he's not the greatest one," said Faith, a little confused, "and you know that you are considered part of my family."
"Yes, yes, I know I have that family," he said, a little impatiently. Then he corrected himself:" I know I have those families," he turned to Faith and gave a small smile, which caused Faith to grin since it was the first time she had seen her partner smile in a week. "I want to have a family of my own."
"You want to get married and have kids?" questioned Faith, not quite sure how her feelings toward this subject were.
"Yes. Here I am, a 33-year-old New York City police officer with a nice apartment, an incoming steady paycheck, and a decent personality, I guess. But yet, I get dumped again and again. I want to find Mrs. Right and just settle down. I want to have kids so bad. I always wanted someone to call me Daddy and ask for hugs and give me Happy Father's Day cards. But that's just all out of reach," he said, his frustration so obvious in his voice it almost broke Faith's heart. She knew he had been interested in getting married and having children in the long run, but she didn't understand why the sudden urge to have them all now.
" Bosco, I'm sure you'll find someone whose just perfect for you and is willing to have kids with you, but all in good time. And what do you mean, all this is out of your reach? Nothing is ever not in your reach," said Faith. She was startled that her friend seemed to have given up hope on his dreams that she was sure would be realities one day.
"Well, there's clearly something wrong with me," said Bosco, and he almost sounded like his old self for a moment, but then the sadness and monotone came back into his voice in his next sentence. "Something that drove me and Nicole apart and something that obviously made Cruz's and mine relationship fail, and I'm not going to blame it on just that jagoff Noble and that whole situation. And how come the women that I have over for one or two nights never want to stay for more? Why does everyone seem to run away from me? Don't they realize that it hurts me?" he said, his voice almost breaking, a thing that made Faith completely astonished. Was this something that her partner was going to cry over? Tears coming from her partner were a rare occurrence.
"Bosco, there's nothing wrong with you. Nothing at all. You are a fantastic man that many people love, and-" but Bosco cut her off.
"Many people love me? Let's get a list going here. My Ma and you. Well that was a pretty short list," said Bosco. His sarcasm was still intact despite his saddened state.
"Don't be so stupid, Bosco, there's more people than me and your mother who love you. Everyone at the house loves you, even though they do get occasionally annoyed with you, and everyone over at Camelot loves you too. Your brother loves you, and I'm sure your dad does too even though neither of them really show that they care. My entire family loves you, even Fred, and I know Charlie and Em look up to you like a second dad. Of course, Nicole loved you, even though things ended, and who knows? Maybe she still does love you. And maybe even dear old Cruz loved you, if there is any kind heart in her body, which I doubt. But if there was one, I'm sure it loved you the whole time you were together. You see? There are tons of people who care," said Faith.
"That still wasn't very many people. Look at how many of them are jagoffs that I don't care for in return. It's true about you and Ma. And as much as I love Charlie and Emily I don't want to be their second dad, I want to be someone's first dad. I want to wife to come home to after work each day and I want to look at my own children's report cards and be there for them when they're sick or lonely. I would do anything to be Emily's dad right now, because she needs a dad to help her get through all this mess. You are so lucky to have her. I just want someone like her, yes even though she has problems, I want someone just like her to be my daughter," Bosco said, giving a little sigh at the end of his speech and shaking his head regretfully.
Faith opened her mouth to try to console her partner after a moment's contemplation of what to say, but before any sympathetic words of wisdom came from her, their radios cackled to life.
"55 David, we have a domestic disturbance at 23 South King Street. Suspect thought to be armed and dangerous."
Faith looked at Bosco to see if he wanted to take the call, but he said nothing. She took his silence as consent and spoke into her radio," 55 David to Central, 23 South King Street." She turned on the lights and siren as Bosco turned the car in the other direction so he could go try to solve someone else's problems.
Author's Note: PLEASE REVIEW! This is my first fic so I want to know everyone's thoughts so I can improve. I promise there will be more action in the next chapter (of course Bosco action, but the medics will make an appearance soon, and I'm going to try to throw in the bucket boys eventually) but only if you review! Thanks in advance ~BoscoLover55