chapter 7
Bosco was really running out of steam this time as he hit the ground floor and busted through the alley door.
Luckily he wouldn't have to chase the guy any further, because just as he ran through the door, he saw Faith putting the guy into the back of the RMP.
"Good chase Bos," Faith said to Bosco, thinking he would be really happy about that.
But Bosco didnt stop, he just kept on jogging towards the other end of the alley.
"Bosco, Hey Bos, we got the guy," she yelled to him not sure where he was going.
Faith shut the door of the RMP and started to head over to where Bosco was.
He had been acting weird all day long.
She glanced in his direction, wondering what the hell he was doing now.
From a distance, Bosco looked to Faith like he was being frisked, leaning over the side of the building with his hands up against the wall in front of him.
Bosco's mind was all hazy.
He couldn't focus.
He was hot..really hot ... and he was sweating.
Yea he had just chased a perp for the last 20 minutes in 90 degree weather in a full uniform.
Then why did he feel so cold?
His body was shivering; "That isn't right", he thought.
He had a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Oh crap, That could only mean one thing.
He was gonna get sick and he knew it.
He leaned over towards the building and put his hands on the wall for support.
"No, not now, please," he thought, and before he could even take a step back, Bosco threw up.
It wasn't pretty.
He heaved again, just as Faith got over to him.
"God why does she have to see me like this?" Bosco thought as he looked down.
"Ughhhh what did I eat?" he groaned as he saw the contents of his stomach all over the ground.
Faith was stunned. She had never seen Bosco sick, not like this.
Maybe just a cold every now and then, but he was the luckiest most immune person she had ever known.
When everyone else in the 55 got the stomach flu, he never did.
When she brought germs from her kids around him every day, he never caught it.
Hell, you could breathe the germs on him and he still wouldn't get sick!
She put her hand on his back and he flinched.
"Sorry," he whispered to her, as he leaned over and got sick again.
Faith could tell that he was really uncomfortable, and she gently rubbed his back.
"Why are you sorry Bos? We got the guy, he's in the back of the squad," she said to him, although she knew that's not what he had meant.
Bosco leaned forward and threw up again.
"Damn Boz," Faith said under her breath.
He groaned.
Faith just rubbed his back, her motherly instincts taking over.
Bosco thought he was gonna keel over right there; he felt like absolute and total crap.
He was freezing cold and at the same time all hot and sweaty, not to mention totally embarrassed.
All he wanted to do was curl up in his bed and never come out.
"Are you done?" Faith asked him softly, not wanting to cause any more tension to what was an already awkward situation.
She put her hand around his waist and helped him stand up.
"Uh, I...I uh...think...I don't know," he said to Faith; "Look Faith, I'm really sorry. I...I don't know what my problem is. You dont..have to see..to...to you know, be here with me," he stammered.
"Boz, relax, I'm used to it, Faith said," I mean between Fred with his hangovers and all the times the kids have been sick, I've seen enough puke in my day. You don't have to be embarrassed, and you don't have to apologize; don't worry about it."
Bosco nodded his head.
He was completely mortified, and he felt like a total ass. His partner and best friend had just witnessed what would go down as quite possibly one of the most humiliating experiences of his life, at least from his standpoint.
"Faith," Bosco said as he pulled away from her quickly.
He turned threw up again, this time not as much, but it sure hurt a lot more.
He had to stop and get sick one more time as they walked back to the squad, but it was nothing, just the dry heaves with a little of the coke and bagel he had eaten earlier.
As embarrassed as he was, Bosco sure was glad it was Faith here with him and not some random idiot from the 55.
It was all he need for this to get back to the house; Maurice Boscorelli, supercop, pukes guts out in alley after 4 block chase!!
They got into the car.
"Lets get back to the house, deal with this creep and then I am taking you home," Faith said.
"Whoa Faith, wait a minute, I don't need to be 'taken' anywhere," Bosco said to her, trying to hide the fact that that he was really not OK.
"Bosco, there is obviously something very wrong with you, and I just want to make sure that you are all right."
Bosco was starting to get irritated again: damn his patience was at a low, even for him.
"Look Faith, he snapped, I'm not one of your kids, and I am fine. I don't need anyone to make sure I am all right, I can look out for myself just fine," he said.
"Bosco"
"its something I ate Faith; that damn deli back there, and runnin in all this heat, I mean it is really hot out. All I need is a cold shower and a good night of sleep."
"Uh huh," Faith was not buying it.
She knew Bosco too well to know that he was lying through his teeth, but it was late and she wanted to get back to the house with this perp.
She would push it a little with Bosco, but she wasn't gonna fight with him, not if he wasn't gonna break right away.
"I'm fine Faith," he said.
"Uh huh, yea Bos, you have been acting weird all day so don't give me any crap excuses. You look like shit, you have all day, even before we ate dinner, and you had a bagel Bosco, so don't tell me you are fine when you eat only a freakin bagel for dinner."
"I wasn't hungry," he replied, his voice softer than before.
"Boz, you just puked your guts out like five times back there."
"I'm fine."
"Like hell you are."
Bosco bowed his head in defeat.
He knew better than to argue with Faith when she thought she was right, let alone when she WAS right.
Bosco was really running out of steam this time as he hit the ground floor and busted through the alley door.
Luckily he wouldn't have to chase the guy any further, because just as he ran through the door, he saw Faith putting the guy into the back of the RMP.
"Good chase Bos," Faith said to Bosco, thinking he would be really happy about that.
But Bosco didnt stop, he just kept on jogging towards the other end of the alley.
"Bosco, Hey Bos, we got the guy," she yelled to him not sure where he was going.
Faith shut the door of the RMP and started to head over to where Bosco was.
He had been acting weird all day long.
She glanced in his direction, wondering what the hell he was doing now.
From a distance, Bosco looked to Faith like he was being frisked, leaning over the side of the building with his hands up against the wall in front of him.
Bosco's mind was all hazy.
He couldn't focus.
He was hot..really hot ... and he was sweating.
Yea he had just chased a perp for the last 20 minutes in 90 degree weather in a full uniform.
Then why did he feel so cold?
His body was shivering; "That isn't right", he thought.
He had a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Oh crap, That could only mean one thing.
He was gonna get sick and he knew it.
He leaned over towards the building and put his hands on the wall for support.
"No, not now, please," he thought, and before he could even take a step back, Bosco threw up.
It wasn't pretty.
He heaved again, just as Faith got over to him.
"God why does she have to see me like this?" Bosco thought as he looked down.
"Ughhhh what did I eat?" he groaned as he saw the contents of his stomach all over the ground.
Faith was stunned. She had never seen Bosco sick, not like this.
Maybe just a cold every now and then, but he was the luckiest most immune person she had ever known.
When everyone else in the 55 got the stomach flu, he never did.
When she brought germs from her kids around him every day, he never caught it.
Hell, you could breathe the germs on him and he still wouldn't get sick!
She put her hand on his back and he flinched.
"Sorry," he whispered to her, as he leaned over and got sick again.
Faith could tell that he was really uncomfortable, and she gently rubbed his back.
"Why are you sorry Bos? We got the guy, he's in the back of the squad," she said to him, although she knew that's not what he had meant.
Bosco leaned forward and threw up again.
"Damn Boz," Faith said under her breath.
He groaned.
Faith just rubbed his back, her motherly instincts taking over.
Bosco thought he was gonna keel over right there; he felt like absolute and total crap.
He was freezing cold and at the same time all hot and sweaty, not to mention totally embarrassed.
All he wanted to do was curl up in his bed and never come out.
"Are you done?" Faith asked him softly, not wanting to cause any more tension to what was an already awkward situation.
She put her hand around his waist and helped him stand up.
"Uh, I...I uh...think...I don't know," he said to Faith; "Look Faith, I'm really sorry. I...I don't know what my problem is. You dont..have to see..to...to you know, be here with me," he stammered.
"Boz, relax, I'm used to it, Faith said," I mean between Fred with his hangovers and all the times the kids have been sick, I've seen enough puke in my day. You don't have to be embarrassed, and you don't have to apologize; don't worry about it."
Bosco nodded his head.
He was completely mortified, and he felt like a total ass. His partner and best friend had just witnessed what would go down as quite possibly one of the most humiliating experiences of his life, at least from his standpoint.
"Faith," Bosco said as he pulled away from her quickly.
He turned threw up again, this time not as much, but it sure hurt a lot more.
He had to stop and get sick one more time as they walked back to the squad, but it was nothing, just the dry heaves with a little of the coke and bagel he had eaten earlier.
As embarrassed as he was, Bosco sure was glad it was Faith here with him and not some random idiot from the 55.
It was all he need for this to get back to the house; Maurice Boscorelli, supercop, pukes guts out in alley after 4 block chase!!
They got into the car.
"Lets get back to the house, deal with this creep and then I am taking you home," Faith said.
"Whoa Faith, wait a minute, I don't need to be 'taken' anywhere," Bosco said to her, trying to hide the fact that that he was really not OK.
"Bosco, there is obviously something very wrong with you, and I just want to make sure that you are all right."
Bosco was starting to get irritated again: damn his patience was at a low, even for him.
"Look Faith, he snapped, I'm not one of your kids, and I am fine. I don't need anyone to make sure I am all right, I can look out for myself just fine," he said.
"Bosco"
"its something I ate Faith; that damn deli back there, and runnin in all this heat, I mean it is really hot out. All I need is a cold shower and a good night of sleep."
"Uh huh," Faith was not buying it.
She knew Bosco too well to know that he was lying through his teeth, but it was late and she wanted to get back to the house with this perp.
She would push it a little with Bosco, but she wasn't gonna fight with him, not if he wasn't gonna break right away.
"I'm fine Faith," he said.
"Uh huh, yea Bos, you have been acting weird all day so don't give me any crap excuses. You look like shit, you have all day, even before we ate dinner, and you had a bagel Bosco, so don't tell me you are fine when you eat only a freakin bagel for dinner."
"I wasn't hungry," he replied, his voice softer than before.
"Boz, you just puked your guts out like five times back there."
"I'm fine."
"Like hell you are."
Bosco bowed his head in defeat.
He knew better than to argue with Faith when she thought she was right, let alone when she WAS right.