Hi Guys!! Here's chapter 6.

The first few lines are a bit of a repost from chapter 5. Please read
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"Fred, I'm so so so sorry. Please know I was always faithful, always," she said.

"I know, and I do believe you pushed him away when he kissed you. But I now know that he's where your heart is," he said.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you too. I'll always love you," he said and with that headed out the door.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------- The next afternoon, Bosco walked into the locker room, his eyes automatically searching the back section of lockers. He didn't see Faith. She was probably in the roll call room already; he was running late, of course. Just then Sully walked in.

"Hey Bosco," he said.

"Sully," he replied, securing his vest in place.

"Where's Faith?" Sully asked.

Bosco shrugged. "Not sure, maybe in roll call already?" he said, buttoning his shirt and putting on his tie.

"See ya in there," Sully said, walking out. Bosco followed and headed into the roll call room.

"Lieu, have you heard from Faith?" Bosco asked.

"Yeah, she won't be in for a few days. You're riding with Gusler," he said.

"Great."

He wondered how Faith was doing. He was probably the last person she wanted to talk to now anyway. `Nice. Nice job Bosco,' he thought to himself.

The day with Gusler dragged on for what seemed like forever and Bosco couldn't wait to meet up with Davis and Sully for dinner. Anything to spend less time with Gusler. The kid wasn't suited for being a cop. Finally, mercifully, the end of the shift came. The day was pretty uneventful. Bosco, being exhausted from the lack of sleep the night before, headed straight home. He took the elevator up to his floor and headed toward his door. He saw a shadow in the corner by his door. He approached slowly, his hand on his backup weapon he always carried. His hand relaxed when he turned the corner and saw Faith.

"Faith, what are you doing here? Are you okay?" he asked.

"Can we talk?"

He nodded his head as he got out his key and opened the door. She walked in and he closed the door behind them.

"I'm," he started but she cut him off.

"It's over," she said.

"I know, Faith, I won't ever touch you again, I swear. I'm so sorry about all this."

"No, Bosco, it's over. Fred and I are over," she said.

He dropped his bag. His eyes watered. He knew she was hurting and it was his fault. In a matter of two days, he managed to rip up his best friend's life. He opened his arms and she came to him. He hugged her tightly.

"Faith," he said, as he stroked her hair. They sat down.

"Did you mean what you said?" she asked.

"About what?"

"Me."

"About loving you? Oh man, more than I've ever meant anything in my whole entire life. My God, you're all I think about," he said.

"Fred knew," she said.

"Knew what?" he asked.

"He told me that all throughout our marriage, he knew I had feelings for you. He knew that my heart was always with you. He knew, Bosco, he just knew."

Bosco's head was a whirlwind right now. Was this happening? Boy kisses girl. Boy tells girl how he feels. Girl's marriage breaks up. Girl is finally available for boy. Boy wants girl more than anything in the world. Girl wants boy too?

"You're heart was always with me?" he asked in a whisper.

She swallowed hard and shook her head. "Yes," she said, just above a whisper.

"What do we do?" he asked.

She leaned in and kissed him. He returned her kiss so gently, tenderly and tentatively.

They kissed for what seemed like an eternity. Neither one of them wanted to rush; they had waited so long for this.

"Faith," he muttered, continuing his kiss.

"Bosco, make love to me," she whispered.

That stopped him cold. He sat up. "I, I can't," he said. Immediately he could see the hurt in her eyes. "Oh, no, Faith. It's not that I don't want to, believe me. I just can't. Not yet."

"Not yet? Bosco?" she said, beginning to feel like maybe she made the biggest mistake of her life.

He smiled. "Faith, you're not just some woman to me. With you, I want it to be good. I want to do this right. I don't want to blow this," he said. Her eyes softened. "I want to make you the happiest woman alive, and I swear I will. So, do I want to make love to you right now with all my heart and soul? Hell yes. But I want it to be perfect."

She threw her arms around him. "Then I need to go take a cold shower," she said, smiling.

He laughed. "How about you stay? We'll lie down together and I will hold you before drifting off the sleep. That is something I've dreamt about doing millions of times."

Faith couldn't believe what Bosco just said. It may have been the sweetest thing anyone ever said to her. But she was really hot for him right now. `Calm down Faith,' she urged herself.

"Want something to drink?" he asked.

"You have wine?" she asked.

He flashed a look that spoke volumes. "Okay, beer," she said.

"That's better. Wine? Are you kidding me?" he said. She laughed. He brought two bottles of beer over. As soon as he put them down on the table, Faith moved to kiss him again. He couldn't argue. She straddled his lap and worked her kiss down his neck.

"Faith, Faith, please," he pleaded. "Don't you want to wait, and make it beautiful?"

"Okay, okay. Since when are you so damn romantic?" she asked, sliding off of him and taking her beer bottle.

"Since the woman I've been dreaming about for 6 years has walked into my apartment and told me she wants to be with me," he said, looking deep into her eyes. She started to cry. "Nah, come on, none of that. Your days of crying are over," he said.

They drank their beers and then Bosco locked up. "Come on," he said.

"Bosco, maybe I shouldn't. If I get into bed with you, right now, I'm not sure I could restrain myself," she said.

"It'll be okay," he said, and took her hand and led her into his room. He gave her a pair of his shorts and an NYPD t-shirt. He put on the same.

It felt so strange to be lying in Bosco's bed. `Bosco's bed? This is so surreal,' she thought to herself. He wrapped his arms around her.

"You're off for the rest of the week?" he asked.

"Yeah, I need some time to clear my head. I want to get a new apartment. Too many memories to stay there," she said.

"I'll help ya with whatever you need," he said.

"Thanks. You know, if we become involved, it may break up our partnership," she said, matter of factly, turning to face him.

"If people know about it. We'll take it slow. We'll figure it all out," he said, stroking her hair. They talked for a little while longer until Bosco heard Faith drifting off to sleep. He soon followed.

Bosco awoke with a start around 10:30 a.m. His bed was empty, except for him. "I knew it was too good to be true," he said aloud. "Damn, what a dream."

"What did you say?" he heard Faith say from the other room. She walked in. "Good morning," she said.

"Oh my God, I didn't dream it," he said.

"Nope. I just woke up a little while ago. I slept so well, Bosco," she said. He sniffed the air, something getting his attention. "I actually found food in your fridge. Ready for breakfast?" she asked.

"I sure am. Thank you. And Thank God I didn't dream that," he said. .

TBC