A little bit later.
Faith looked out of the window of the RMP out of boredom while Bosco drove. It was another slow night for the duo and also for the rest of the cars out that night. It was almost a shame they took a dinner break already because things were a little but busier at that time. To entertain herself, she remembered how good her day was going. A happy smirk grew on her face. Bosco, who was bored out of his mind, noticed the smirk.
"What's the smile for, Yokas? You and Fred get some last night?" Bosco, ever the gentleman, asked his partner. Faith rolled her eyes, figuring one of the exaggerated tales of his sexual conquests was soon to come up into the conversation.
"Oh, yeah, Bos. Fred and I did it right there on the kitchen table after we made sure the kids were asleep," Faith sarcastically remarked. "Nah, I'm just having a good day for once. Fred and I even got along today. Even Emily whining about not going to a party tonight didn't affect me."
"Faith Yokas actually having a good day?" Bosco said to himself. "Damn, I'll take two of whatever you're high on."
Just as Bosco finished with his small joke, Cental came the radio came on with a report. It was the first report in four hours. Faith and Bosco were intent on being the ones to respond to the call, even if the crime happened to be the ones that got to them the most, it was still something to do.
"Report of a 415, teenage party," Central radioed into all of the cars.
"5-5 David responding to the call," Faith radioed to Central over her walkie. "We are en route now."
"Nothing I love more than breaking up a party with drunken and high teenagers, telling them to turn down the music cause grandma can't sleep," Bosco said almost insensitively. He felt like activities such as these weren't real police work. But her partner's words reminded Faith of the time Emily got high with that boy from her school in his car during the worst blizzard the city had seen in years.
But soon the siren of their RMP drowned out her thoughts. She didn't have time to think now that Bosco was driving like a madman down the streets of the city.
It seemed like it only took them five minutes to get uptown. Bosco pulled into the driveway and got out his club to intimidate the teenagers who were attending the party. Faith assumed to let him do the talking because he seemed to want to handle this call.
The two police officers exited the RMP and stepped onto the porch. Loud rap music blared from the house. Bosco tapped on the door and waited for someone to answer.
Faith looked out of the window of the RMP out of boredom while Bosco drove. It was another slow night for the duo and also for the rest of the cars out that night. It was almost a shame they took a dinner break already because things were a little but busier at that time. To entertain herself, she remembered how good her day was going. A happy smirk grew on her face. Bosco, who was bored out of his mind, noticed the smirk.
"What's the smile for, Yokas? You and Fred get some last night?" Bosco, ever the gentleman, asked his partner. Faith rolled her eyes, figuring one of the exaggerated tales of his sexual conquests was soon to come up into the conversation.
"Oh, yeah, Bos. Fred and I did it right there on the kitchen table after we made sure the kids were asleep," Faith sarcastically remarked. "Nah, I'm just having a good day for once. Fred and I even got along today. Even Emily whining about not going to a party tonight didn't affect me."
"Faith Yokas actually having a good day?" Bosco said to himself. "Damn, I'll take two of whatever you're high on."
Just as Bosco finished with his small joke, Cental came the radio came on with a report. It was the first report in four hours. Faith and Bosco were intent on being the ones to respond to the call, even if the crime happened to be the ones that got to them the most, it was still something to do.
"Report of a 415, teenage party," Central radioed into all of the cars.
"5-5 David responding to the call," Faith radioed to Central over her walkie. "We are en route now."
"Nothing I love more than breaking up a party with drunken and high teenagers, telling them to turn down the music cause grandma can't sleep," Bosco said almost insensitively. He felt like activities such as these weren't real police work. But her partner's words reminded Faith of the time Emily got high with that boy from her school in his car during the worst blizzard the city had seen in years.
But soon the siren of their RMP drowned out her thoughts. She didn't have time to think now that Bosco was driving like a madman down the streets of the city.
It seemed like it only took them five minutes to get uptown. Bosco pulled into the driveway and got out his club to intimidate the teenagers who were attending the party. Faith assumed to let him do the talking because he seemed to want to handle this call.
The two police officers exited the RMP and stepped onto the porch. Loud rap music blared from the house. Bosco tapped on the door and waited for someone to answer.