Chapter 8
Bosco knew that Faith was right.
Hell she was right 95% of the time and probably more when it came to him.
She sure did know how to read him.
He was going to have to put on one hell of a performance to get her to back down on this one.
Faith and Bosco got finished booking their collar with about ten minutes left on shift and quietly went to the locker room to change.
Ty and Sully were right behind them.
"Long shift, what about you two? Heard you had a big chase?" Ty asked them.
"Yea and I am gonna sleep like a brick tonight," Faith replied.
"Hey Davis, you up for a couple rounds at the bar?" Bosco spoke up, his face purposely turned away from Faith, "I'm nowhere near tired yet."
Faith looked up from her locker.
She could not believe what she was hearing, after what had just happened.
"Bosco, after tonight..."
He cut her off.
"Yea after tonight I need a few good shots," Bosco said, "we had a rough one with that wife beatin thing."
He turned to face Davis but could feel Faith's eyes all over him.
"Sure thing Bosco, I could hit a couple with you," Ty said.
Faith shut her locker and brushed past Bosco.
He could be so damn stubborn.
He was sick and trying to cover and she knew it.
"See you tomorrow Faith," he said to her as she walked out the locker room door.
"What's her problem?" Ty said to Bosco, noticing the chill that just ran through the room.
"What did you do to her now Bosco?" Sully chimed in, always eager to bust Bosco's chops.
Bosco said nothing but gave Sully a look that could freeze Hell over.
Those eyes said more than Bosco ever could.
"Davis man, I'm gonna take a raincheck on the bar, I forgot there is something I need to do," he looked over at Ty.
"Yea man, whatever...later days then," Ty replied
"Thanks man, sorry, catch up with ya later then," Bosco said and was out the door.
"Yea no problem," said Davis.
Ty looked over at Sully, "Those two never quit, its always something with them," Sully said.
Bosco was kind of glad he got out of drinks with Ty, actually he was really glad, because he still wasn't feeling well, and was only trying to hide it from Faith in the first place.
All he really wanted was to go home to bed and peace and quiet all night.
As Bosco walked out of the station into the cool night air, a chill ran through him.
He couldn't see Faith and figured that was probably for the best, he would most likely have to hear it from her tomorrow anyway.
Bosco walked over to his car and got in.
Damn he was really freakin tired, and his head was starting to pound again.
"Home. Bed. Sleep," Bosco thought that sounded perfect as he pulled out.
The drive home seemed to take forever.
The lights from the streets and the cars were really bothering his eyes, and making his head spin.
"Boom!", with every step he took up to his apartment, his head felt like someone was taking a sledgehammer to it.
Bosco opened the door to his apartment and walked inside.
He threw his keys on the kitchen counter and grabbed a glass from the cupboard.
He filled it with water and headed to the bathroom, kicking his shoes off on the way.
He had to find something to take the pain in his head away, problem was this Boscorelli rarely kept any type of drugs in the house.
Not with a drug addict brother and alcoholic father, he was smarter than that.
Bosco swore he was gonna pass out from the pain as he scoured the medicine cabinet for relief.
"Thank God," he whispered to himself as he found a bottle of Advil in the back.
It was all Bosco could do to open the bottle.
"1 or 2 pills every six hours," he read.
"OK 4 should cure this thing," he thought as he chugged the pills with some water.
He walked into his bedroom and fell into bed, not even bothering to take his clothes off.
It was 1204 AM.
Bosco knew that Faith was right.
Hell she was right 95% of the time and probably more when it came to him.
She sure did know how to read him.
He was going to have to put on one hell of a performance to get her to back down on this one.
Faith and Bosco got finished booking their collar with about ten minutes left on shift and quietly went to the locker room to change.
Ty and Sully were right behind them.
"Long shift, what about you two? Heard you had a big chase?" Ty asked them.
"Yea and I am gonna sleep like a brick tonight," Faith replied.
"Hey Davis, you up for a couple rounds at the bar?" Bosco spoke up, his face purposely turned away from Faith, "I'm nowhere near tired yet."
Faith looked up from her locker.
She could not believe what she was hearing, after what had just happened.
"Bosco, after tonight..."
He cut her off.
"Yea after tonight I need a few good shots," Bosco said, "we had a rough one with that wife beatin thing."
He turned to face Davis but could feel Faith's eyes all over him.
"Sure thing Bosco, I could hit a couple with you," Ty said.
Faith shut her locker and brushed past Bosco.
He could be so damn stubborn.
He was sick and trying to cover and she knew it.
"See you tomorrow Faith," he said to her as she walked out the locker room door.
"What's her problem?" Ty said to Bosco, noticing the chill that just ran through the room.
"What did you do to her now Bosco?" Sully chimed in, always eager to bust Bosco's chops.
Bosco said nothing but gave Sully a look that could freeze Hell over.
Those eyes said more than Bosco ever could.
"Davis man, I'm gonna take a raincheck on the bar, I forgot there is something I need to do," he looked over at Ty.
"Yea man, whatever...later days then," Ty replied
"Thanks man, sorry, catch up with ya later then," Bosco said and was out the door.
"Yea no problem," said Davis.
Ty looked over at Sully, "Those two never quit, its always something with them," Sully said.
Bosco was kind of glad he got out of drinks with Ty, actually he was really glad, because he still wasn't feeling well, and was only trying to hide it from Faith in the first place.
All he really wanted was to go home to bed and peace and quiet all night.
As Bosco walked out of the station into the cool night air, a chill ran through him.
He couldn't see Faith and figured that was probably for the best, he would most likely have to hear it from her tomorrow anyway.
Bosco walked over to his car and got in.
Damn he was really freakin tired, and his head was starting to pound again.
"Home. Bed. Sleep," Bosco thought that sounded perfect as he pulled out.
The drive home seemed to take forever.
The lights from the streets and the cars were really bothering his eyes, and making his head spin.
"Boom!", with every step he took up to his apartment, his head felt like someone was taking a sledgehammer to it.
Bosco opened the door to his apartment and walked inside.
He threw his keys on the kitchen counter and grabbed a glass from the cupboard.
He filled it with water and headed to the bathroom, kicking his shoes off on the way.
He had to find something to take the pain in his head away, problem was this Boscorelli rarely kept any type of drugs in the house.
Not with a drug addict brother and alcoholic father, he was smarter than that.
Bosco swore he was gonna pass out from the pain as he scoured the medicine cabinet for relief.
"Thank God," he whispered to himself as he found a bottle of Advil in the back.
It was all Bosco could do to open the bottle.
"1 or 2 pills every six hours," he read.
"OK 4 should cure this thing," he thought as he chugged the pills with some water.
He walked into his bedroom and fell into bed, not even bothering to take his clothes off.
It was 1204 AM.