"Well, that was fun. Two lost kids, six domestic disputes, three bar fights…It's your day for paperwork, I hope you know." Bosco looked over at his partner as he drove towards the precinct.

Faith rolled her eyes. "For your information, yeah, I did know. But you're not leaving until I'm finished with it, Boscorelli."

He looked at her in alarm. "What? You can't do that to me. I got a date right after the shift!"

She tried to keep the smile off her face. He's so gullible, she thought, smiling. "Got you!"

"Huh? Aww…one of the days I'm going to get you back, and when I do…well, lets just say that Boscorelli justice is -"

Faith interrupted him, laughing. "Get over yourself already, Boscorelli. I have."

"Yup, I always knew you had a thing for me, Yokas. I'm sorry, but as I said, I have a date tonight so you can forget about it, sweetheart." I'm in trouble now, he thought, fighting a grin.

She was laughing so hard her sides hurt. "Bosco, another word outta your mouth and I'm gonna say I'm feeling sick and you're gonna have to do all the paperwork!"

He opened his mouth. Slowed to a stop as the light turned.

"I said no!" she laughed. "I mean it, Bos, one more word - "

Crash. Someone rear-ended the RMP. Hard. Whiplash.

"Damn!" Bos tore his seatbelt off and jumped out of the car. The car that hit them, an old green Volvo, backed up quickly. Then it stopped.

"Where do you think you're going, huh, jag-off?" He stalked toward the car. Faith climbed out of the RMP holding her neck. Damn, she thought, how stupid can you be to hit a police car?

Bosco banged on the closed window. "Get out of the car, now!" he shouted. The window came down. Bosco started. He tried to duck, but it was too late.

Faith looked on in unbelief as two gunshots rang out and her partner fell. The Volvo screeched away. "Bosco!" she screamed. Fear. Heavy. It hurts…

Keep it together, Faith, don't panic.

She ran toward him. "I have an officer down, I need a bus. Bosco's been shot. Get it here fast." He has to be ok. She was relieved when she saw the bullets had hit his vest. She knelt beside him. He was motionless. She touched the vest. Saw the holes.

"Oh, my god." She froze. There was blood. A lot. "No…please." Tears clouded her vision and her voice was hoarse with emotion. Do something, Faith.

She gently removed his vest and tried to stop the bleeding. She reached for her radio. "What the hell is taking that bus so long? I need it now. Bosco's been hit!" She was screaming. Pressing against the bullet holes. Her hands were red. She was shaking.

Sirens. They were coming closer. Hang on, Bos. Please…

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