Bosco went into work early in the day though he really wasn't sure why. He really wanted to find out who he was partnered with. It was either that or the fact that he just needed to be somewhere other than home. That place was haunting to him.

He made his way into the weight room and set up the bench press to begin a small workout before duty. The room was silent, almost too silent for him. His mind took over and thoughts of his past raced in front of his eyes. Thoughts of his childhood and the beatings he took that he sure as hell didn't deserve. He thought about the little girl that haunted him more than he thought it would.

He did 10 reps and felt the sweat begin to pour down his face. He racked the bar and sat up, quickly wiping away the liquid that flowed down into his eyes. He stood up, stretched his arms, and made his way to the shower.

The water that fell from the showerhead made him feel much better. Every now and then he'd swish some around in his mouth and spit it out. He glanced at his watch and realized he needed to get a move on, roll call was in 15 minutes.

~~

Bosco walked slowly into the roll call room and looked around to see if there were any new faces. It was strange not seeing Faith sitting there, giving him a 'your late' glare. He found a chair in the back and ran his hands over his face. He felt the bristles of his whiskers and remembered he hadn't shaved in about three days.

"We have several out on vacation this week so you guys need to be extra careful. We have new partner assignments until we get everyone back so please, no arguing or bitching about who you get put with. Don't make it harder than it has to be." Swersky tapped the hard wood on the podium and glanced over papers that were before him. "Sullivan, you are paired with Roberts. Davis, you take Faith's spot and mount up with Bosco. This is just for seven days. Eyes and ears open out there."

Bosco felt somewhat relieved. He didn't have to put up with a rookie or Sullivan's good citizen speeches now but for some reason he just wanted to ride alone.

"You ready to go Bosco?" Davis handed him his radio and scratched his left ear, noticing how rough Bosco looked.

Bosco stood up slowly. "Ready as ever I guess." He grabbed the radio.

~~

Davis drummed his fingers against the passenger side window as they drove through parts of Central Park. Bosco hadn't spoken a word to him about anything, and he was wondering if he had done something wrong to piss Bosco off. He clicked his tongue against his teeth and looked slowly over at Bosco.

"Are you okay?" Davis gave a slight smile just to let Bosco know he wasn't being harsh with the question.

Bosco kept his eyes on the small park roads. "I'm fine." He parked the car and watched any 'suspicious' people near them. He glanced at Davis. "Why?"

"Don't take this personal or anything, but you look like hell."

Bosco shifted around in his seat. "I'm fine, I just have a case of laziness here lately."

Davis raised his eyebrows and decided to change the subject. He didn't want to hear anymore from Bosco, he knew it was all a lie anyway. "How's that girlfriend of yours?"

Bosco rolled his eyes and leaned his head against the headrest. "Good."

"Did I do something wrong to you Boz?"

"No. Look Davis, I'm just not really feeling like talking right now okay? It's nothing that has to do with you." Bosco shook his head groaned. "Just keep your eyes peeled for things, we got nothing better to do."

~~

"Maurice, this is Jenna. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier but I won't be home until around 2:00 AM. The nursing home has me on housekeeper duty so you know how that is. Anyway, I'll see you later. I love you." Bosco looked down at the answering machine as the tone beeped. He replayed the message just to hear her voice. It made him smile.

He made his way to his refrigerator and opened up a beer and chugged it down quickly. It tasted exceptionally good. The TV came on next and he flipped through the channels. He finally left it on a news channel and went back into the kitchen for a bag of chips. His stomach was growling really bad.

"Flight 1091 that departed from John F. Kennedy International Airport has crashed. We will now break to our correspondent, Jake Bosby for more on this story."

Bosco wasn't paying attention to the news anchor until he sat back down on the couch, a bag of classic Lay's in one hand and some ranch dip in the other. He quickly grabbed the remote and turned it up.

"I'm Jake Bosby, live from the site of the crash. The plane lost signal 45 minutes after take off and then lost altitude, and crashed into this rural field in Missouri. Again, the flight number is 1091 and the airline company is American Airlines. We'll have more for you later in the broadcast."

Bosco quickly dropped his bag of chips and thumbed through some papers he had placed on his coffee table. He grabbed the note Faith had left him telling him all about the flight information. He skimmed through paragraphs until he found the number of her flight in front of him. Flight 1091, American Airlines. He slammed the paper down on the table and rubbed his eyes. He suddenly felt the urge to puke.

He picked the paper back up and looked at the number again. Was this a dream? Was he just hallucinating this because he was so worried? He felt the beer he had recently drank come up and he quickly ran to the bathroom where everything just flowed out. Sweat poured down his face and arms as he leaned his head against the cold tile on the floor. He let out a light sob.

~~

He ran down to his car and got in, pressing hard down on the accelerator as he drove in the direction of Jenna's work. He didn't care if she'd get in trouble, he needed to talk to her. He pulled into the parking lot and got out quickly, not even bothering to turn off his lights.

He ran in and immediately found her in the lobby, a broom in her hand.

"Maurice, what the hell? What's wrong?" She noticed his eyes were filled with tears and he was covered in sweat. "Maurice?" She grabbed his arms and set him down on a small bench and waited for him to reply.

"Jen.." He trailed off, deep sobs erupting from his throat.

She put her hands on his face and looked him in the eye. "What happened Maurice? Tell me!"

He felt like he couldn't catch his breath. He swallowed hard, not really wanting to make a scene but it was too late. He looked around him and saw many people watching, as if it were some sideshow or form of entertainment for them.

"It's Faith." He spoke in a whisper so no one could hear him.

"Faith? Oh, what happened?" She knew him and Faith were close.

He felt the hot tears trickle down his face. "Her plane crashed. She's dead. Her family is dead."

~~

Jenna held Bosco's arm as she quickly unlocked her apartment door. He was still whimpering and sweat was still soaking through his clothes. She pulled him to the couch and laid him down.

"Maurice, look at me." She pushed his face to the side but he closed his eyes. "Please, look at me."

He sobbed and sniffed. "I can't." He shook his head no and rolled over to where he was facing the back of the couch. "I can't look at you."

"Maurice, were there any survivors? I mean, it could've crashed but sometimes people survive it."

Bosco rolled over and opened his eyes, wiping the tears quickly away from his eyelashes. "I don't know." He shrugged. "From what it looked like on the TV...It didn't look good." He cleared his throat and groaned. "I think I'm gonna leave." He sat up and stared at the blank TV.

She grabbed his arm. "Where the heck are you gonna go? I'm not letting you out of here."

He jerked his arm away. "Why the hell not?"

"Because you are gonna go do something crazy, that's why." She grabbed his hand. "You don't even know the details about this. Maybe they switched flights at another airport."

Tears flowed down his cheeks more. "I do know Jenna!" He raised his voice. "She gave me all the information before she left! She had a connecting flight, she didn't switch planes!" He stood up and made his way to the door. "I gotta get some air."

"Maurice, don't leave."

He didn't even look at her as he opened the door and exited. He wasn't sure where he was headed but he knew it was away from here.

~~

Faith's mother dialed Bosco's number. The airline had called her, confirming that there were no survivors on flight 1091. Her hands trembled as she dialed in the seven numbers and waited as the other end rang. She couldn't believe this, her baby was gone forever. Her two adorable grandchildren, never to be seen again.

"Dammit Bosco, pick up." She spoke in between sips of vodka from a small glass. His answering machine picked up.

"This is Bosco, I'm not here. Leave me one and I'll get back to you." She heard the beep and she began to speak.

"Bosco, this is Faith's mother. I'm just calling to tell you that the airline got a hold of me and Faith is gone." A solitary tear ran down her cheek. "There were no survivors. Call me if you need anything." She hung the phone up and broke down on the floor, loud sobs sounding through the house.

~~

Bosco walked down to the harbor, a huge bottle of bourbon in his hand. He had already drunk over half of it and he felt the urge for more. He just wanted to drown all of his problems with alcohol. He watched as waves came in, each one in their own pattern. He sat down on the beech and chugged the liquid as if it were water.

He had reached the conclusion that his life sucked. There was nothing good in it, not even Jenna. He just felt like she wasn't great anymore either. He hated his job. Hell, he loved being a cop but he was sick and tired of seeing the crap that he did. Brains on the pavement, people on the verge of suicide, getting one of his colleagues shot. He just couldn't take it anymore. And now, his partner, one of his dear friends, was now dead. Here one second, gone the next.

He wasn't sure how he'd be able to go back to work. He knew the memories would come in strong. He rolled over in the sand and noticed two uniform cops walking towards him, a flashlight guiding them.

"Sir, let me see your hands." One of the cops flashed the light as the other one held a gun on him.

Bosco let go of the bottle and raised his hands. "What the fuck?" He squinted his eyes from the brightness.

"Stand up sir." The cop with the gun motioned for him to stand up. "Keep your hands where I can see them.

Bosco slowly sat up, his head throbbing and his stomach hurting from all of the alcohol he had already consumed. It took him a few seconds but he braced himself and was now up, his hands above his head. "I'm.. I'm a cop." He stammered on his words and could barely keep his balance.

The two cops snickered. "Yeah, sure buddy. Where is your badge?"

Bosco searched through his back pocket for his wallet but couldn't find it. Where the hell was it? "I.. I must've left it at my house."

"Are you drunk?"

Bosco ran his finger over his lips and gulped hard. "I guess you...I guess you could say that."

"Okay, let's go. You are going to jail." The cop put down his flashlight and cuffed him. "If you are a cop I'm Hussein." The cop could smell the heavy liquor on Bosco's breath.

Bosco just wanted to scream. He was confused about everything and being a cop was the only thing he was sure of. He tried jerking away from them as they approached the RMP but the cop kept a firm grip on his arm. "Stop fighting or this will be harder than it has to be."

"Bite me." Was all Bosco could think to say.

~~

"You guys are gonna regret ever arresting me." Bosco held up his index finger as they threw him in a cell next to some other drunks that were brought in for the night.

"Shut up." They closed the cell and jangled the keys as they locked it. Bosco ran up to the metal bars.

"Hey! I get a phone call!" He hit his hands hard against the poles, causing an echo. "Give me a phone call!"

The cops both looked at each other and grinned. "We know who you are Officer Boscorelli. We are going to make a phone call for you, who would you like us to get a hold of?"

Bosco stepped back away from the bars. "You know who I am? Why did you arrest me?"

"You are drunk. We couldn't just leave you out there. Who do you want us to call?"

"Jenna. 555-2134." He shrugged them off and sat down, a huge headache catching up to him. He couldn't believe this, now Jenna had to come bail him out of jail. What could get worse? He felt the urge to cry but fought it off so he wouldn't get his ass kicked in the cell.

~~

Jenna sat in bed and ran her hands over her pillow. Bosco had been gone for awhile now and something just didn't seem right. She couldn't believe how upset he was, but then again it was one of his best friends that died. She wanted to run after him, to stop him, but her legs told her no and wouldn't move. Now she was regretting just staying there on the couch as Bosco went out on the streets, unsure of what he was doing.

She moved her legs to the side of the bed and stared down at the floor. The apartment was completely silent, she could hear every tick of a second hand and every water drop from the bathroom sink. The phone rang loudly, breaking all silence, causing her to jump.

She quickly picked up the phone, hoping it was Bosco on the other end. She cleared her throat. "Hello?"

"This is Officer Powell with the 45th precinct. I'm sorry to be calling you at a bad time.."

Jenna cut him off. "Oh God! What happened?" A million possibilities ran through her mind. Dead? Hurt? She swallowed hard and waited.

The officer paused and took a deep breath. "Maurice Boscorelli. Do you know him?"

Jenna felt the tears pour down her face. "Yeah."

"We found him drunk. We brought him in. We need you to come down and get him."

Jenna couldn't believe it. "How drunk?" She wiped more tears away with a Kleenex. "Is he hurt or anything?"

Powell played with some papers near the phone and rolled his eyes. "No, I don't think he's hurt. He's got a damn mouth on him though. The sooner you come the sooner I don't have to see him."

Jenna scratched her nose. "Did he hurt anyone else?"

"No."

"I'll be right there." She hung the phone up and put on some jeans and a shirt. Bosco drunk. She wasn't looking forward to seeing this. At least he was somewhat okay.

~~

She slowly walked into the double doors of the Police Department, her mind racing as she made her way to the front desk of the jail. She wasn't sure what to expect. Was he going to be happy to see her or upset? She gave a slight smile to the officer that handed her a clipboard to sign her name on.

"You are here for?"

She clicked the pin and began to scribble her name down. "Maurice Boscorelli. Came him in for intoxication." She looked up from the paper. "How much is it gonna cost?"

The officer held up his hand. "No cost necessary, we don't charge our brother's in blue, even though they did something stupid."

She nodded. "He's going through a hard time. It was a mistake."

"I'll go get him." He left the desk and proceeded to the back where the cells were located.

Jenna paced back and forth as she waited, hoping to God that he had started to sober up somewhat. She had never seen him fully drunk and didn't want to now. She heard footsteps and Bosco appear. "Maurice." His hair was messy and his face rough from not shaving in several days.

He looked away quickly, not wanting her to see him like this. "You didn't have to do this Jen."

"It didn't cost anything." She walked towards him and ran her face over his cheek. He jerked away quickly.

"Don't. Just take me home."

She could tell he didn't feel well. "You are coming home with me. I don't want you to be alone right now." She grabbed his arm but he pulled away.

"I want to go to my house."

"Then I'm staying at your house."

He sighed. "Why do you wanna be around me? I'm no good. I'm trash! Just get out of my life before I screw yours up." He began to walk towards the exit.

"Because I love you Maurice."

"Yeah right. No one could love me." He pushed the door open, enjoying the cool New York air hit his face. "I don't want you at my house."

"Too bad." She opened the passenger side and helped him in, wishing this night never had happened.