I Can Do This 9/?
Bosco heard Faith's voice as soon as he stepped off the elevator and considered getting back on. When he rounded the corner he saw that the door to the apartment was open and offered a prayer of thanks. She wasn't yelling loud enough for him to hear her through a closed door. Bosco knew she wasn't mad at him, but that had never stopped her from taking it out on him before.
Through the open doorway he saw Jake sitting on the couch, his head following Faith as she paced back and forth. Bosco waited until Jake's head was turned farthest from the door then made his move. He stealthily walked through the open door closing it softly behind him. Once that was accomplished he dashed toward the kitchen as if dodging bullets. He let out a relieved breath once he reached his destination. He had made it. He was safe. No man had ever been shot while making dinner.
Looking around the kitchen he noticed that Emily had started dinner - spaghetti. He made a face when he tasted the sauce. He was going to have to instruct Emily first chance he got on the proper way to make a good sauce. Turning the burners back on, he started to work.
"Just who the hell does he think he is?" Faith raged from the next room. "How dare he tell me who I can have for friends and where I can work! And then pullin' a stunt like today with the kids? Doesn't he know that it hurts them? He can't control me like this! That's it. I'm putting a stop to this right now."
Bosco looked up from filling a pot with water for the noodles when Faith stopped yelling to see her picking up the cordless phone from the coffee table. When she dialed it instead of hurling it at him, he returned his attention to making dinner.
"Hello, Lieutenant Swersky please..Officer Faith Yokas..Yes sir. I was wonderin' when I could get back on the schedule..Yes sir..that's fine, Boss, I'll be there. Do I need my uniform for that?....OK, I'll see ya then," Faith dropped the phone to the table and her behind onto the couch next to Jake.
"Faith, are ya sure that was a good idea?" Bosco asked cautiously while handing her a glass of iced tea. He sat down too and started to absently scratch Jake's ears.
"I don't want a different job. I don't wanna work in an office or a bank. I like bein' outside. My getting' shot was just a fluke. I mean it's always dangerous out there, but I'm careful and I got you backin' me up. You wouldn't let anything happen to me," Faith said turning her head toward him.
Bosco was staring at the table in front of him, his mouth set in a hard line. She could see his jaw clench as he fought for control. They hadn't talked about that night since the first day he had come to the apartment. Seeing the pain on his face caused her heart to contract painfully in her chest. His hand had stilled on the dog's head. Faith's hand moved to cover his giving it a gentle squeeze. "Stop blamin' yourself, Bos."
"I gotta go check on the sauce. You got stuff to make garlic bread?"
"Yeah, I'll show you where," Faith said with a sigh as she moved to follow him to the kitchen.
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"So what's Fred gonna say about you goin' back to work?" Bosco asked around a mouth full of spaghetti.
"I'm gonna say no way," Fred said from the open door of the apartment.
"Where are the kids, Fred?" Faith asked.
"They're at the movies. I thought we decided you weren't goin' back to work."
"No YOU decided I wasn't goin' back. Bein' a cop is what I do, it's who I am and Bosco's my partner. If you don't like it there's suitcases in the hall!"
"Now just calm down, Faith. I'm gonna go so you two can talk this out," Bosco said jumping between the Yokases.
"There you go! Chosin' Bosco here over your family - AGAIN! And what's he doin'? Runnin' out - AGAIN! You wanna go back to work GO. You want Bosco, FINE! I'm sick of pickin' up your pieces every time HE screws up!" Fred bellowed.
"He's not runnin' out. Sit, Bosco! I'm sick of this argument so we're havin' it for the last time," Faith screamed back. Bosco sat back down at the table as ordered.
"Who drove you to the hospital when you had your heart attack? Who brought Charlie and Emily to the hospital that night? Who went unarmed into a bank that was being robbed by a guy with an oozie to save me and Emily? Who got shot God knows how many times so I wouldn't? Who's made sure I made it home every damn night for the last ten years? Who helped me get over feelin' sorry for myself? I'm standin' here yelling at you because Bosco wouldn't give up on me."
"HE got you shot! You always pick him over me - over the kids."
"Well, Fred, this time you get to pick. You can either stop givin' me a hard time about my job and about my partner or you can get the hell out," Faith said sinking back into her chair. "I'm not livin' like I have been for the last couple of years."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you Bosco? She gets rid of me, you can have her on duty and off, right?" Fred yelled stepping toward Bosco causing Jake to jumped over the couch and into Fred's path. One growl and Fred stepped back.
"Don't be an ass, Fred. Do you know how many times Bosco's talked me out of leavin' you? This is ridiculous. I'm goin' for a walk. Fred, stay or don't stay, it's your choice. Bosco, pick me up on your way to work tomorrow. Swersky said I'm training with you and Jake tomorrow," Faith said rising from her chair. She scratched Jake behind the ears before heading out the door.
"There's spaghetti on the stove. I better get goin'," Bosco said breaking the silence that the door slamming had triggered. He picked up his plate and put it in the kitchen sink before heading toward the door.
"See ya tomorrow, Bosco," Fred mumbled.
"See ya, Fred," Bosco replied. With a final warning growl at Fred, Jake followed Bosco out the door.
Bosco heard Faith's voice as soon as he stepped off the elevator and considered getting back on. When he rounded the corner he saw that the door to the apartment was open and offered a prayer of thanks. She wasn't yelling loud enough for him to hear her through a closed door. Bosco knew she wasn't mad at him, but that had never stopped her from taking it out on him before.
Through the open doorway he saw Jake sitting on the couch, his head following Faith as she paced back and forth. Bosco waited until Jake's head was turned farthest from the door then made his move. He stealthily walked through the open door closing it softly behind him. Once that was accomplished he dashed toward the kitchen as if dodging bullets. He let out a relieved breath once he reached his destination. He had made it. He was safe. No man had ever been shot while making dinner.
Looking around the kitchen he noticed that Emily had started dinner - spaghetti. He made a face when he tasted the sauce. He was going to have to instruct Emily first chance he got on the proper way to make a good sauce. Turning the burners back on, he started to work.
"Just who the hell does he think he is?" Faith raged from the next room. "How dare he tell me who I can have for friends and where I can work! And then pullin' a stunt like today with the kids? Doesn't he know that it hurts them? He can't control me like this! That's it. I'm putting a stop to this right now."
Bosco looked up from filling a pot with water for the noodles when Faith stopped yelling to see her picking up the cordless phone from the coffee table. When she dialed it instead of hurling it at him, he returned his attention to making dinner.
"Hello, Lieutenant Swersky please..Officer Faith Yokas..Yes sir. I was wonderin' when I could get back on the schedule..Yes sir..that's fine, Boss, I'll be there. Do I need my uniform for that?....OK, I'll see ya then," Faith dropped the phone to the table and her behind onto the couch next to Jake.
"Faith, are ya sure that was a good idea?" Bosco asked cautiously while handing her a glass of iced tea. He sat down too and started to absently scratch Jake's ears.
"I don't want a different job. I don't wanna work in an office or a bank. I like bein' outside. My getting' shot was just a fluke. I mean it's always dangerous out there, but I'm careful and I got you backin' me up. You wouldn't let anything happen to me," Faith said turning her head toward him.
Bosco was staring at the table in front of him, his mouth set in a hard line. She could see his jaw clench as he fought for control. They hadn't talked about that night since the first day he had come to the apartment. Seeing the pain on his face caused her heart to contract painfully in her chest. His hand had stilled on the dog's head. Faith's hand moved to cover his giving it a gentle squeeze. "Stop blamin' yourself, Bos."
"I gotta go check on the sauce. You got stuff to make garlic bread?"
"Yeah, I'll show you where," Faith said with a sigh as she moved to follow him to the kitchen.
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"So what's Fred gonna say about you goin' back to work?" Bosco asked around a mouth full of spaghetti.
"I'm gonna say no way," Fred said from the open door of the apartment.
"Where are the kids, Fred?" Faith asked.
"They're at the movies. I thought we decided you weren't goin' back to work."
"No YOU decided I wasn't goin' back. Bein' a cop is what I do, it's who I am and Bosco's my partner. If you don't like it there's suitcases in the hall!"
"Now just calm down, Faith. I'm gonna go so you two can talk this out," Bosco said jumping between the Yokases.
"There you go! Chosin' Bosco here over your family - AGAIN! And what's he doin'? Runnin' out - AGAIN! You wanna go back to work GO. You want Bosco, FINE! I'm sick of pickin' up your pieces every time HE screws up!" Fred bellowed.
"He's not runnin' out. Sit, Bosco! I'm sick of this argument so we're havin' it for the last time," Faith screamed back. Bosco sat back down at the table as ordered.
"Who drove you to the hospital when you had your heart attack? Who brought Charlie and Emily to the hospital that night? Who went unarmed into a bank that was being robbed by a guy with an oozie to save me and Emily? Who got shot God knows how many times so I wouldn't? Who's made sure I made it home every damn night for the last ten years? Who helped me get over feelin' sorry for myself? I'm standin' here yelling at you because Bosco wouldn't give up on me."
"HE got you shot! You always pick him over me - over the kids."
"Well, Fred, this time you get to pick. You can either stop givin' me a hard time about my job and about my partner or you can get the hell out," Faith said sinking back into her chair. "I'm not livin' like I have been for the last couple of years."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you Bosco? She gets rid of me, you can have her on duty and off, right?" Fred yelled stepping toward Bosco causing Jake to jumped over the couch and into Fred's path. One growl and Fred stepped back.
"Don't be an ass, Fred. Do you know how many times Bosco's talked me out of leavin' you? This is ridiculous. I'm goin' for a walk. Fred, stay or don't stay, it's your choice. Bosco, pick me up on your way to work tomorrow. Swersky said I'm training with you and Jake tomorrow," Faith said rising from her chair. She scratched Jake behind the ears before heading out the door.
"There's spaghetti on the stove. I better get goin'," Bosco said breaking the silence that the door slamming had triggered. He picked up his plate and put it in the kitchen sink before heading toward the door.
"See ya tomorrow, Bosco," Fred mumbled.
"See ya, Fred," Bosco replied. With a final warning growl at Fred, Jake followed Bosco out the door.