This is my very first Third Watch fiction, so please read and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, nothing at all. All the characters are
owned by the show's creators, I'm just borrowing them for my own demented
pleasure! Enjoy!
Faith Yokas and Maurice Boscorelli just had one of the worst days of their lives. They witnessed the death of a child by a hit and run driver after they arrived at the scene, they were called to the apartment of a rape victim and to the apartment of a man who was beaten so badly he was unrecognizable.
Usually they will get one of those types of events in a day and the rest of the calls are fairly routine, but this day was just utter hell. Bosco sat in front of his locker silently changing his clothes. He looked back and saw his partner doing the same. Once he was sure she had enough time to be dressed decently, he approached.
"Faith, I really need to get a drink at Haggerty's. You wanna come with?" he asked. Usually, Faith would prefer to just head home and vent to Fred, but tonight, there was probably no one else she could vent to except for Bosco. "Yes. I could use one too," she replied, putting on her jacket.
"Good, I'll meet you out by my car," he said and walked out of the locker room. On her way out, she ran into John Sullivan and Ty Davis. "G'night," she said. "See ya, Faith," Sully said.
Bosco leaned against his blue mustang, waiting on Faith. It always amazed her that whenever they got into a car other than their squad, he opened the door. It didn't seem to fit into his character. Yet, as usual, he opened the door as she approached. She got in and he went to his side.
"I never want another day like this," he said. "But the part that sucks is that I know there will be more." Faith looked at him. "I know, Bos, I know. That kid today was too much and messed me up for the rest of the day," she said. They rode the rest of the way to Haggerty's in companionable silence.
Once inside, she ordered a beer. Bosco wasn't fooling around - he ordered whiskey straight. "I just can't get the damn image out of my head," he said, swallowing the liquor in one whole gulp. He tapped on the bar for another shot. She put her hand on his shoulder. "This one will be with us for awhile," she said. She sipped her beer. While she was only halfway through her beer, he was on his fourth drink of whiskey. `Looks like the mustang will be coming home with me tonight,' she thought to herself. She wasn't going to try to stop him from drinking. She just wasn't going to let him drive.
What was really bothering Bosco was the site of the child at the scene of the hit and run. He was 8 year old for God's sake. They did catch the drunk bastard that hit the kid, but before that, they watched him die in his mother's arms just as the damn bus pulled up. They did everything they could do until the bus got there, but it was just too late. Faith, she was the only one he could share these feelings with. She knew him inside and out, one of the only people who could understand him. He loved her for that. He loved her for a lot of reasons.
As they sat there, Faith watched him. She watched him continue his quest to empty the whiskey bottle. He was up to six shots. The hit and run scene was replaying in her head as well. So were the rape victim and the unrecognizable man. Fred just didn't understand what goes on sometimes. It's too hard to vent when you have to go through and explain everything first. That's what she loved about Bosco. And, as much as she loved Fred, she wasn't sure she'd trust him with her life like she does Bosco. `Is that bad? Did I just think I can't trust my own husband with my life?' she thought. 'Of course it's bad. How would Fred feel if he knew that?'
Fred. He wasn't the love of her life, but he was a very loving husband and good man, save for the times he hit the sauce. Then he could be a pain in the ass to deal with. He wanted her to quit being a cop, but she couldn't. no, she wouldn't. It gave her purpose in this life. She always knew she wanted to be in a job where she could help people. This was the ultimate for her and there was no way she could ever give that up. One of their latest fights erupted over her job. They were still a little cold to each other.
She was snapped out of thought by Bosco's drunk slurring. It had been a long time since she saw him like this. "Faith, thank you for coming out with me," he said. She smiled, the first time she had done so all day. "You're welcome Bos. What do you say we head out of here?" she asked. "Let me just get one more hit," he said, loud enough for the bartender to hear. He gave Bosco a double shot this time. "Thanks, buddy," Bosco said, gulping the drink in a flash. Bosco threw some money on the bar and practically fell off the stool.
"Hand them over," she said. Bosco knew better than to argue. "Please be careful with my baby," he said. He took his keys out of his pocket and handed them to Faith, their hands touching. She turned to go to the driver's side when he stopped her. 'Bosco, what are you about to do,' he thought to himself. He looked into her eyes and just couldn't help what he felt at that exact moment. `Don't do it, Bosco, don't do it,' his brain screamed. But his heart made him lean in and kiss her.
For a minute, Faith gave into his kiss, then snapped back to reality and pushed him away gently. "Bosco!" she yelled, knowing he probably wouldn't even remember doing this tomorrow. He looked down. "I'm sorry, Faith. I'm sorry," he said silently and got into the car. For a second she just couldn't move. She was totally stunned. `Where the hell did that come from?' she wondered.
Faith Yokas and Maurice Boscorelli just had one of the worst days of their lives. They witnessed the death of a child by a hit and run driver after they arrived at the scene, they were called to the apartment of a rape victim and to the apartment of a man who was beaten so badly he was unrecognizable.
Usually they will get one of those types of events in a day and the rest of the calls are fairly routine, but this day was just utter hell. Bosco sat in front of his locker silently changing his clothes. He looked back and saw his partner doing the same. Once he was sure she had enough time to be dressed decently, he approached.
"Faith, I really need to get a drink at Haggerty's. You wanna come with?" he asked. Usually, Faith would prefer to just head home and vent to Fred, but tonight, there was probably no one else she could vent to except for Bosco. "Yes. I could use one too," she replied, putting on her jacket.
"Good, I'll meet you out by my car," he said and walked out of the locker room. On her way out, she ran into John Sullivan and Ty Davis. "G'night," she said. "See ya, Faith," Sully said.
Bosco leaned against his blue mustang, waiting on Faith. It always amazed her that whenever they got into a car other than their squad, he opened the door. It didn't seem to fit into his character. Yet, as usual, he opened the door as she approached. She got in and he went to his side.
"I never want another day like this," he said. "But the part that sucks is that I know there will be more." Faith looked at him. "I know, Bos, I know. That kid today was too much and messed me up for the rest of the day," she said. They rode the rest of the way to Haggerty's in companionable silence.
Once inside, she ordered a beer. Bosco wasn't fooling around - he ordered whiskey straight. "I just can't get the damn image out of my head," he said, swallowing the liquor in one whole gulp. He tapped on the bar for another shot. She put her hand on his shoulder. "This one will be with us for awhile," she said. She sipped her beer. While she was only halfway through her beer, he was on his fourth drink of whiskey. `Looks like the mustang will be coming home with me tonight,' she thought to herself. She wasn't going to try to stop him from drinking. She just wasn't going to let him drive.
What was really bothering Bosco was the site of the child at the scene of the hit and run. He was 8 year old for God's sake. They did catch the drunk bastard that hit the kid, but before that, they watched him die in his mother's arms just as the damn bus pulled up. They did everything they could do until the bus got there, but it was just too late. Faith, she was the only one he could share these feelings with. She knew him inside and out, one of the only people who could understand him. He loved her for that. He loved her for a lot of reasons.
As they sat there, Faith watched him. She watched him continue his quest to empty the whiskey bottle. He was up to six shots. The hit and run scene was replaying in her head as well. So were the rape victim and the unrecognizable man. Fred just didn't understand what goes on sometimes. It's too hard to vent when you have to go through and explain everything first. That's what she loved about Bosco. And, as much as she loved Fred, she wasn't sure she'd trust him with her life like she does Bosco. `Is that bad? Did I just think I can't trust my own husband with my life?' she thought. 'Of course it's bad. How would Fred feel if he knew that?'
Fred. He wasn't the love of her life, but he was a very loving husband and good man, save for the times he hit the sauce. Then he could be a pain in the ass to deal with. He wanted her to quit being a cop, but she couldn't. no, she wouldn't. It gave her purpose in this life. She always knew she wanted to be in a job where she could help people. This was the ultimate for her and there was no way she could ever give that up. One of their latest fights erupted over her job. They were still a little cold to each other.
She was snapped out of thought by Bosco's drunk slurring. It had been a long time since she saw him like this. "Faith, thank you for coming out with me," he said. She smiled, the first time she had done so all day. "You're welcome Bos. What do you say we head out of here?" she asked. "Let me just get one more hit," he said, loud enough for the bartender to hear. He gave Bosco a double shot this time. "Thanks, buddy," Bosco said, gulping the drink in a flash. Bosco threw some money on the bar and practically fell off the stool.
"Hand them over," she said. Bosco knew better than to argue. "Please be careful with my baby," he said. He took his keys out of his pocket and handed them to Faith, their hands touching. She turned to go to the driver's side when he stopped her. 'Bosco, what are you about to do,' he thought to himself. He looked into her eyes and just couldn't help what he felt at that exact moment. `Don't do it, Bosco, don't do it,' his brain screamed. But his heart made him lean in and kiss her.
For a minute, Faith gave into his kiss, then snapped back to reality and pushed him away gently. "Bosco!" she yelled, knowing he probably wouldn't even remember doing this tomorrow. He looked down. "I'm sorry, Faith. I'm sorry," he said silently and got into the car. For a second she just couldn't move. She was totally stunned. `Where the hell did that come from?' she wondered.
