First Third Watch fic, take it easy on me. Stepped in mid-season III but
loving it!! I so want Faith and Bosco to hook it.
Bosco slammed another shot as he watched his mother clean a table off in the rear corner of her bar. The conversation between him and Faith earlier had really got to him tonight. The words "We shouldn't be partners anymore" stung his heart once again like a knife as he slammed another shot.
"Maurice, don't you have to work tomorrow or somethin'?" Angela Boscorelli said with a cigarette in her mouth as she lifted the bottle her son had almost finished up and wiped the bar.
Bosco had his hands covering his face and mumbled, "DONE!" Still going over the argument between him and Faith.
"Maurice?"
"YEAH!" He yelled lifting his head up thinking he was talking with Faith again but calmed down quickly as he saw his mother jump a little back at his outburst.
"I am sorry ma, didn't mean to frighten you, just had a really rough day at work and all." Bosco said lifting the bottle up again and pouring another shot.
"You wanna talk about it?" Angela asked him noticing the redness in his eyes. It wasn't too often he would spend the whole evening alone at her bar and he had finished up almost a whole bottle of liquor on his own.
"No ma, you got your own problems. I am gonna head home!" He said snatching his coat from behind the bar stool and roughly putting it on over his shoulders before bending over and kissing his mother goodnight.
"You want me to call you a cab?"
"Na ma, some fresh air would do me good. I will see ya later." Bosco said seizing the bottle with the remaining shots off the bar and placing it in his inside coat pocket.
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"What is bothering you tonight Faith? Rough day?" Fred asked massaging Faith's shoulders.
"Bosco and I got in a fight. I don't think he wants to be my partner anymore." Faith said not looking up poking at the food on her plate.
"So."
"What does that mean Fred?"
"So means so! It may do you some good to get away from him. All he does is cause you un-needed stress. I swear Faith I don't know why you bother with him. He doesn't seem to give a rat's ass about you anyway." Fred said sitting down next to Faith.
"Don't Fred!" Faith said yawning.
"Why don't you go take a hot bath? I will take care of the dishes and the kids are both sleeping anyway."
"Aright Fred, but Bosco does care about me, I am all he has ya know." She said getting up and stretching walking to the bathroom.
Fred just rolled his eyes and picked up her plate.
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Bosco swayed as he walked down the street. He really wasn't paying attention to where he was going. All he could think about was Faith. The smart comments she made about Cruz stealing her collar. The way Cruz looked at Faith. Why did Faith hate Cruz so much-and why was he thinking about Faith more than Cruz?
He pulled his bottle from his inner coat pocket and took another swig. He glanced over at a payphone across the street. Maybe he should call Faith and tell her they would be partners tomorrow. He wanted to tell her they were still friends and he was sorry for being a jerk. He didn't want to sleep on it. His mind wouldn't let it go. He took another swig and staggered across the street.
He stopped at the payphone and clumsily looked for change in his pockets. His poor coordination caused him to lose the grip on his bottle and sent glass shattering underneath him.
"Shit!"
He staggered for change from his pocket and his shaking hands caused the only change he had to fall from his pocket and roll around amidst the broken glass.
He squinted hard and everything was blurred. He bent down trying to pick up a quarter and lost his balance. He landed fist and knees down on the pavement, sending a piece of sharp glass into his knuckle.
"Son of a bitch!" He moaned as he stood back up slowly.
"Huh, didn't even hurt! Such alcohol abuse though!" He said musing himself.
"Fuck it!" He said dialing the operator as he pulled the medium-sized piece of glass from his knuckle and noticing a rather large quantity of blood discharging between his fingers.
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The phone rang six times before Fred finally picked up. Faith was sound asleep and Fred answered half asleep from the coach.
"Sir, I have a collect call from Maurice Boscorelli for a Faith Yokas, will you except the charges?"
"Hmm, you have to be kidding me, YAH! I will except them!"
"Faith?" Came a slurred voice from the other end of the receiver.
"Sorry Maurice Boscorelli Faith doesn't want to speak to you tonight and it is just your style to call at her expense!" Spat Fred.
"Fred, please I need to speak with Faith." Bosco said resting his head on the corner of the phone booth.
"I already told you she doesn't want to speak to you. Your not partners anymore and stay away from my wife if you know what is best for you." Fred said.
"Fred, can you please just tell Faith I am sorry?"
Click..........
"FRED! DAMN IT" Bosco shouted slamming the phone down.
He stood for a moment before shrugging it away and staggering towards his apartment.
TBC? It won't get pretty for Bosco nor Faith.
Bosco slammed another shot as he watched his mother clean a table off in the rear corner of her bar. The conversation between him and Faith earlier had really got to him tonight. The words "We shouldn't be partners anymore" stung his heart once again like a knife as he slammed another shot.
"Maurice, don't you have to work tomorrow or somethin'?" Angela Boscorelli said with a cigarette in her mouth as she lifted the bottle her son had almost finished up and wiped the bar.
Bosco had his hands covering his face and mumbled, "DONE!" Still going over the argument between him and Faith.
"Maurice?"
"YEAH!" He yelled lifting his head up thinking he was talking with Faith again but calmed down quickly as he saw his mother jump a little back at his outburst.
"I am sorry ma, didn't mean to frighten you, just had a really rough day at work and all." Bosco said lifting the bottle up again and pouring another shot.
"You wanna talk about it?" Angela asked him noticing the redness in his eyes. It wasn't too often he would spend the whole evening alone at her bar and he had finished up almost a whole bottle of liquor on his own.
"No ma, you got your own problems. I am gonna head home!" He said snatching his coat from behind the bar stool and roughly putting it on over his shoulders before bending over and kissing his mother goodnight.
"You want me to call you a cab?"
"Na ma, some fresh air would do me good. I will see ya later." Bosco said seizing the bottle with the remaining shots off the bar and placing it in his inside coat pocket.
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"What is bothering you tonight Faith? Rough day?" Fred asked massaging Faith's shoulders.
"Bosco and I got in a fight. I don't think he wants to be my partner anymore." Faith said not looking up poking at the food on her plate.
"So."
"What does that mean Fred?"
"So means so! It may do you some good to get away from him. All he does is cause you un-needed stress. I swear Faith I don't know why you bother with him. He doesn't seem to give a rat's ass about you anyway." Fred said sitting down next to Faith.
"Don't Fred!" Faith said yawning.
"Why don't you go take a hot bath? I will take care of the dishes and the kids are both sleeping anyway."
"Aright Fred, but Bosco does care about me, I am all he has ya know." She said getting up and stretching walking to the bathroom.
Fred just rolled his eyes and picked up her plate.
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Bosco swayed as he walked down the street. He really wasn't paying attention to where he was going. All he could think about was Faith. The smart comments she made about Cruz stealing her collar. The way Cruz looked at Faith. Why did Faith hate Cruz so much-and why was he thinking about Faith more than Cruz?
He pulled his bottle from his inner coat pocket and took another swig. He glanced over at a payphone across the street. Maybe he should call Faith and tell her they would be partners tomorrow. He wanted to tell her they were still friends and he was sorry for being a jerk. He didn't want to sleep on it. His mind wouldn't let it go. He took another swig and staggered across the street.
He stopped at the payphone and clumsily looked for change in his pockets. His poor coordination caused him to lose the grip on his bottle and sent glass shattering underneath him.
"Shit!"
He staggered for change from his pocket and his shaking hands caused the only change he had to fall from his pocket and roll around amidst the broken glass.
He squinted hard and everything was blurred. He bent down trying to pick up a quarter and lost his balance. He landed fist and knees down on the pavement, sending a piece of sharp glass into his knuckle.
"Son of a bitch!" He moaned as he stood back up slowly.
"Huh, didn't even hurt! Such alcohol abuse though!" He said musing himself.
"Fuck it!" He said dialing the operator as he pulled the medium-sized piece of glass from his knuckle and noticing a rather large quantity of blood discharging between his fingers.
~~~~~~~~~~
The phone rang six times before Fred finally picked up. Faith was sound asleep and Fred answered half asleep from the coach.
"Sir, I have a collect call from Maurice Boscorelli for a Faith Yokas, will you except the charges?"
"Hmm, you have to be kidding me, YAH! I will except them!"
"Faith?" Came a slurred voice from the other end of the receiver.
"Sorry Maurice Boscorelli Faith doesn't want to speak to you tonight and it is just your style to call at her expense!" Spat Fred.
"Fred, please I need to speak with Faith." Bosco said resting his head on the corner of the phone booth.
"I already told you she doesn't want to speak to you. Your not partners anymore and stay away from my wife if you know what is best for you." Fred said.
"Fred, can you please just tell Faith I am sorry?"
Click..........
"FRED! DAMN IT" Bosco shouted slamming the phone down.
He stood for a moment before shrugging it away and staggering towards his apartment.
TBC? It won't get pretty for Bosco nor Faith.