I Can Do This 7/?
Bosco watched Dave walk out the Station House door, then turned back toward the desk. "Let me talk to her, Fred. I'm not gettin' off the phone 'til I talk to her," he said as calmly as possible into the phone. His answer was a click followed closely by a dial tone. Dammit! He hung up and called back. It rang three times before someone picked it up. "Em, let me talk to your mom."
Bosco heard Emily yell for Faith, some muffled voices, then a door slamming. "Faith, I need to talk to you."
"Can't we talk tomorrow at the gym?"
Bosco heard Faith's whispered words and knew the door slamming wasn't Fred walking out the door. He could picture the scene at the Yokas household in his mind. Emily, being a new defender of Bosco's, probably slammed her door after arguing with Fred on his behalf. Faith would be standing in the kitchen with her back to the living room. Fred was probably standing behind the couch with his arms crossed, staring daggers at the back of Faith's head. "I'm sorry Faith. I can't go to the gym with ya tomorrow. Can ya meet me somewhere now?"
"Aren't you workin'?"
"Boss gave me the night off and I really need to talk to you. Please, Faith."
Bosco could practically picture the rolling eyes that went along with the sigh that came across the phone line. "The Coffee Shop?"
Noticing for the first time that Jake didn't leave with Dave, Bosco gave an exasperated sigh of his own. "No, I can't go to the Coffee Shop. How 'bout the park in half an hour?"
"Yeah, ok. See ya there," Faith replied and hung up the phone.
Bosco looked down at his new "partner" who was happily chewing on his own leash. Shaking his head, Bosco started up the steps to the locker room careful to avoid eye contact with his fellow officers. He was never going to live this down. He had almost made it to the door when a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks. Bosco turned to find Jason Christopher practically glowing with glee.
"Boscorelli, didn't anyone ever tell you not to bring your girlfriends to work with you," Christopher teased reaching down to scratch Jake's head. His hand froze halfway to it's destination when Jake dropped his head and let out a low menacing growl.
Jake took a step toward Christopher with a bark. Christopher was half way down the stairs before Bosco laughed out loud. He reached down and patted Jake on the head. "This might not be so bad after all. Good dog."
Jake let his tongue loll outside his mouth, then preceded Bosco into the locker room, tail wagging all the way.
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After changing and collecting Jake's things and the list from Swersky, Bosco and Jake headed out to the car. Bosco scanned the area for anyone who might over hear, then turned to Jake. Jake sat next to the door and looked up at Bosco expectantly. "This is my car. No shedding, no drooling, no chewing on the interior, and if you have to go, you better do it now. You make a mess in my car and I'll turn you into a rug. Do we understand each other?"
Jake barked in what Bosco was hoping was an affirmative manner and he opened the door. Looking around again, Bosco noticed that a small crowd of firefighters and cops had gathered. Great, news travels fast in Camelot. He folded the seat forward and motioned for Jake to get in the back seat. "Get in."
Jake stood wagging his tail, but made no move to get in the car. Bosco tossed the bag of doggy goodies in the back hoping that would serve as an incentive. He felt like an idiot standing next to his car talking to a dog. "In the car, dog. We're gonna be late meetin' Faith."
Jake still didn't move so Bosco grabbed the slobber soaked leash with a groan. "That's disgusting! Get your ass in the car," he said with a tug on the leash. Jake's only response was what could only be called a goofy grin.
Dropping the leash and wiping his hands on his jeans, Bosco decided to try something different. To the delight of the rapidly increasing crowd, Bosco bent forward and whispered "Jake, would you please get in the car?"
Doherty was the first to snicker, followed closely by the rest of the Bucket Boys. It didn't take long until everyone was covering their mouths to stifle laughter. "What? You people got nothin' better to do? You know what? Fine! Stay here ya overgrown pile of fur!"
Bosco slammed the seat back in to place in disgust. Before he could move to get in, Jake launched himself into the car and settled on the passenger seat, panting happily. Bosco raked the crowd with a scowl before getting in his car and tearing away down the street.
Bosco watched Dave walk out the Station House door, then turned back toward the desk. "Let me talk to her, Fred. I'm not gettin' off the phone 'til I talk to her," he said as calmly as possible into the phone. His answer was a click followed closely by a dial tone. Dammit! He hung up and called back. It rang three times before someone picked it up. "Em, let me talk to your mom."
Bosco heard Emily yell for Faith, some muffled voices, then a door slamming. "Faith, I need to talk to you."
"Can't we talk tomorrow at the gym?"
Bosco heard Faith's whispered words and knew the door slamming wasn't Fred walking out the door. He could picture the scene at the Yokas household in his mind. Emily, being a new defender of Bosco's, probably slammed her door after arguing with Fred on his behalf. Faith would be standing in the kitchen with her back to the living room. Fred was probably standing behind the couch with his arms crossed, staring daggers at the back of Faith's head. "I'm sorry Faith. I can't go to the gym with ya tomorrow. Can ya meet me somewhere now?"
"Aren't you workin'?"
"Boss gave me the night off and I really need to talk to you. Please, Faith."
Bosco could practically picture the rolling eyes that went along with the sigh that came across the phone line. "The Coffee Shop?"
Noticing for the first time that Jake didn't leave with Dave, Bosco gave an exasperated sigh of his own. "No, I can't go to the Coffee Shop. How 'bout the park in half an hour?"
"Yeah, ok. See ya there," Faith replied and hung up the phone.
Bosco looked down at his new "partner" who was happily chewing on his own leash. Shaking his head, Bosco started up the steps to the locker room careful to avoid eye contact with his fellow officers. He was never going to live this down. He had almost made it to the door when a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks. Bosco turned to find Jason Christopher practically glowing with glee.
"Boscorelli, didn't anyone ever tell you not to bring your girlfriends to work with you," Christopher teased reaching down to scratch Jake's head. His hand froze halfway to it's destination when Jake dropped his head and let out a low menacing growl.
Jake took a step toward Christopher with a bark. Christopher was half way down the stairs before Bosco laughed out loud. He reached down and patted Jake on the head. "This might not be so bad after all. Good dog."
Jake let his tongue loll outside his mouth, then preceded Bosco into the locker room, tail wagging all the way.
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After changing and collecting Jake's things and the list from Swersky, Bosco and Jake headed out to the car. Bosco scanned the area for anyone who might over hear, then turned to Jake. Jake sat next to the door and looked up at Bosco expectantly. "This is my car. No shedding, no drooling, no chewing on the interior, and if you have to go, you better do it now. You make a mess in my car and I'll turn you into a rug. Do we understand each other?"
Jake barked in what Bosco was hoping was an affirmative manner and he opened the door. Looking around again, Bosco noticed that a small crowd of firefighters and cops had gathered. Great, news travels fast in Camelot. He folded the seat forward and motioned for Jake to get in the back seat. "Get in."
Jake stood wagging his tail, but made no move to get in the car. Bosco tossed the bag of doggy goodies in the back hoping that would serve as an incentive. He felt like an idiot standing next to his car talking to a dog. "In the car, dog. We're gonna be late meetin' Faith."
Jake still didn't move so Bosco grabbed the slobber soaked leash with a groan. "That's disgusting! Get your ass in the car," he said with a tug on the leash. Jake's only response was what could only be called a goofy grin.
Dropping the leash and wiping his hands on his jeans, Bosco decided to try something different. To the delight of the rapidly increasing crowd, Bosco bent forward and whispered "Jake, would you please get in the car?"
Doherty was the first to snicker, followed closely by the rest of the Bucket Boys. It didn't take long until everyone was covering their mouths to stifle laughter. "What? You people got nothin' better to do? You know what? Fine! Stay here ya overgrown pile of fur!"
Bosco slammed the seat back in to place in disgust. Before he could move to get in, Jake launched himself into the car and settled on the passenger seat, panting happily. Bosco raked the crowd with a scowl before getting in his car and tearing away down the street.