I Can Do This 1/?
Spoilers: I've used the spoilers section of ThirdWatch.net as inspiration. This story takes place after the Price of Nobility.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but I'm in negotiations..no not really. I've got an overactive imagination, but I don't own Bosco or Faith or Third Watch.
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I can do this. I have to do this. She's my partner or at least she was and I owe it to her. Just knock, Boscorelli. If she needs you, you're here. If she hates you and never wants to see your face again, she deserves the opportunity to slam the door in your face. Given her current condition, I guess Fred will be doing the door slamming. That is if he lets me see her at all. If I ever work up the nerve to knock.
Bosco had been standing outside the door to Faith's apartment for ten minutes when the decision to knock or not to knock was taken away from him. The door suddenly swung open and a very angry Emily Yokas nearly knocked him over in her haste to leave. She stopped to stare daggers at him the way only a teenage girl can before pushing past him and down the stairs. He wasn't quick enough to move before Fred, who had intended to close the door Emily had left open, saw him. "Where the hell have you been?" Fred yelled at a stunned Bosco.
When Bosco didn't move to enter, Fred reached into the hall and dragged him inside. "She just lays there. She won't even try to do the exercises. You should have been here! You're her partner for God's sake! I'm goin' for a walk," Fred said, stalking out the still open door and slamming it behind him.
Bosco stood in the silent apartment staring at the door with his mouth gaping open. That wasn't the welcome he had expected. He had thought he would have to persuade and fight his way in to see her. Now he didn't know what to expect.
"Fred! Emily! Don't leave me here with him. Fred!" Bosco followed the yelling to Faith's room. He had never been in her room before. It didn't sound like she wanted him there now, but seeing as Emily and Fred had just left and there wasn't any sign of Charlie, she was out of luck.
"They're all gone, Faith. I'm all you've got," Bosco said calmly. Seeing her lying there motionless, guilt swamped him but he continued into the room. He couldn't leave until someone came back.
"Perfect! Well, I don't need your pity. You said you were sorry. Apology accepted. Get the hell out."
The guilt Bosco felt was quickly replaced by anger and understanding. Now he understood why Fred and Emily flew out of here so fast. "Sounds like you've got the pity all taken care of. Fred says you're not even trying to get better."
"What would you know? You haven't been here! Not once since I got out of the hospital have you been around."
"Excuse me? Didn't you just tell me to 'get the hell out?' I expected that from Fred, but he practically dragged me in here! And I didn't expect you to be in here feeling sorry for yourself. I expected you to be fighting to get back in control. I didn't figure you would just give up," Bosco yelled walking to the dresser and picking up the physical therapy instructions Fred had left there.
"You son of a bitch, you're the reason I'm here in the first place!" Faith yelled back.
"That's not what you said at the hospital," Bosco said over his shoulder as he continued reading the instructions. "You said you were a cop and you had a mind of your own. Remember?" When Faith didn't respond, he turned back to look at her. "So you been doin' these exercises with Fred?"
"Get out of my room Bosco. I can't stand to look at you any more," Faith replied wearily as the anger drained away to be replaced by despair. She didn't want him or anyone else to see her like this.
"I'll take that as a no," Bosco mumbled before moving to stand next to the bed. He took one of her arms and started the first exercise listed.
"Let me go and get outta here," Faith whispered close to tears.
With a glint in his eyes Faith had seen too many times when Bosco was "subduing" a perp, he quietly replied, "make me."
Spoilers: I've used the spoilers section of ThirdWatch.net as inspiration. This story takes place after the Price of Nobility.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but I'm in negotiations..no not really. I've got an overactive imagination, but I don't own Bosco or Faith or Third Watch.
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I can do this. I have to do this. She's my partner or at least she was and I owe it to her. Just knock, Boscorelli. If she needs you, you're here. If she hates you and never wants to see your face again, she deserves the opportunity to slam the door in your face. Given her current condition, I guess Fred will be doing the door slamming. That is if he lets me see her at all. If I ever work up the nerve to knock.
Bosco had been standing outside the door to Faith's apartment for ten minutes when the decision to knock or not to knock was taken away from him. The door suddenly swung open and a very angry Emily Yokas nearly knocked him over in her haste to leave. She stopped to stare daggers at him the way only a teenage girl can before pushing past him and down the stairs. He wasn't quick enough to move before Fred, who had intended to close the door Emily had left open, saw him. "Where the hell have you been?" Fred yelled at a stunned Bosco.
When Bosco didn't move to enter, Fred reached into the hall and dragged him inside. "She just lays there. She won't even try to do the exercises. You should have been here! You're her partner for God's sake! I'm goin' for a walk," Fred said, stalking out the still open door and slamming it behind him.
Bosco stood in the silent apartment staring at the door with his mouth gaping open. That wasn't the welcome he had expected. He had thought he would have to persuade and fight his way in to see her. Now he didn't know what to expect.
"Fred! Emily! Don't leave me here with him. Fred!" Bosco followed the yelling to Faith's room. He had never been in her room before. It didn't sound like she wanted him there now, but seeing as Emily and Fred had just left and there wasn't any sign of Charlie, she was out of luck.
"They're all gone, Faith. I'm all you've got," Bosco said calmly. Seeing her lying there motionless, guilt swamped him but he continued into the room. He couldn't leave until someone came back.
"Perfect! Well, I don't need your pity. You said you were sorry. Apology accepted. Get the hell out."
The guilt Bosco felt was quickly replaced by anger and understanding. Now he understood why Fred and Emily flew out of here so fast. "Sounds like you've got the pity all taken care of. Fred says you're not even trying to get better."
"What would you know? You haven't been here! Not once since I got out of the hospital have you been around."
"Excuse me? Didn't you just tell me to 'get the hell out?' I expected that from Fred, but he practically dragged me in here! And I didn't expect you to be in here feeling sorry for yourself. I expected you to be fighting to get back in control. I didn't figure you would just give up," Bosco yelled walking to the dresser and picking up the physical therapy instructions Fred had left there.
"You son of a bitch, you're the reason I'm here in the first place!" Faith yelled back.
"That's not what you said at the hospital," Bosco said over his shoulder as he continued reading the instructions. "You said you were a cop and you had a mind of your own. Remember?" When Faith didn't respond, he turned back to look at her. "So you been doin' these exercises with Fred?"
"Get out of my room Bosco. I can't stand to look at you any more," Faith replied wearily as the anger drained away to be replaced by despair. She didn't want him or anyone else to see her like this.
"I'll take that as a no," Bosco mumbled before moving to stand next to the bed. He took one of her arms and started the first exercise listed.
"Let me go and get outta here," Faith whispered close to tears.
With a glint in his eyes Faith had seen too many times when Bosco was "subduing" a perp, he quietly replied, "make me."