Hi everyone. Here is chapter 9, please read and review. Thanks!
Oh, the usual disclaimer applies: I don't own these characters, just
borrowing them for a little while.
Bosco was going to show her his romantic side tonight. He stood at his closet, choosing his black suit. He put on a white shirt and chose a solid sleek grey tie. Faith wore a little black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps.
"Am I dressed appropriately?" she asked.
He turned around. "Damn," he said.
"What?"
"You're gorgeous. That's all there is to it. You are just gorgeous," he said, kissing her.
"Bos, we better not start this or we'll never leave," she said.
"True," he said, putting on his jacket.
"Now, on the subject of you. You are very handsome in a suit," she said.
"Thank you," he said, exiting the bedroom as she playfully slapped his butt.
He took her to a little Italian restaurant. They sat across from each other sipping red wine as they waited for their dinner.
"Faith, I have to tell you something," he said. She watched his eyes. He put his glass down and took her hand. "I've wanted to be your man for the last 6 years. And, now we're together, well I just want you to know how happy I am. How happy you've made me," he said.
"The other day, when you kissed me in your car, I fought for a minute and then gave in. It felt so good. I've always been attracted to you, from day one. I just didn't know how you felt. And then I met Fred . and well, you know the rest. But I'm glad we're where we are now. It feels great. And I'll confess something else. On my wedding day, when I saw you as I was walking down the aisle, I wished you were the one waiting for me at the altar."
`Maybe one day I will be,' he thought to himself. That was something he could easily imagine.
They enjoyed their dinner. "So, what are we doing now?" she asked.
"Oh, you'll see." They drove to a club.
"A club? Bosco." He laughed. "Come on, it's not the kind of club you think."
When they walked inside, there was slow jazz music and a lot of couples dancing. He smiled at her as she looked around.
"You take all your dates here?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Come on," he said, leading her onto the floor.
"Wow, I haven't danced with you since my wedding," she said.
"I know. I loved dancing with you," he said. They moved together slowly, Bosco holding her right hand in his left. He rested his other hand on the small of her back. Faith rested her hand on his neck. He spun her around and they continued dancing for a half hour.
"Need a drink, babe?" he asked.
"Sure, club soda please."
"You got it," he said.
They had their drink together in a little corner of the club. Neither one of them said anything; they just sat in a nice, companionable silence.
"Maurice, let's go home," she said.
He smiled. He couldn't remember the last time she called him by his first name. It just didn't sound right coming from her. When they got back, Bosco led her in and closed the door. He stood behind her and he lifted up her hair, slowly kissing the back of her neck. She felt chills run up and down her spine.
"Is tonight the sweet part?" she asked.
He laughed. "You could say that," he said. "But just don't say anything, okay," he said, continuing his kiss on her neck. She tried to turn to face him, but he kept her facing forward. Without warning, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He gently placed her on the bed. They worked each other out of their clothes and Bosco took her in his arms, kissing every inch of her body gently.
"My turn," she said, kissing his chest and working her way down. Yet again, they made love passionately.
After a few days, Faith was wondering what their relationship would be. What it would turn into. Today was their first day back to work after beginning their new relationship. They agreed to keep it secret. They got dressed in the locker room, Bosco catching glances of her at her locker. He smiled as he faced forward buttoning up his shirt. He smiled as he thought about the morning they shared together, drinking coffee and watching some talk show. He smiled as he thought about the last few nights together. .
Faith caught him looking at her. And with a goofy grin on his mug to boot. But she knew why he was smiling; she had a hard time not breaking into one herself. Life was good.
Once in the roll call room, they received flyers regarding bank robbery suspects. Faith looked at the guys. `Great,' she thought to herself. After the briefing, Faith picked up their radios and followed Bosco out to the squad.
"So, are you ready for today?" he asked.
"Oh yeah, always. Think those suspects will strike again today?"
"Who knows? I hope not though, I'm exhausted," he said.
"From what?" she asked, feigning ignorance.
"Funny. You wear me out, woman," he said. She laughed.
"All units, domestic disturbance at 114 N. Columbus Blvd," the call came across the radio. Faith reached to her radio. "5-5 David to 114 No. Columbus Blvd.," she responded.
"Copy 5-5 David," dispatch replied and they were on their way.
They walked up to the door of the house. A man answered the door. "Yes Officers, may I help you?" he asked.
"Yeah, got a call of domestic disturbance at this address," Faith said, trying to look past the guy who seemed to be blocking their view intentionally.
"There's nothing going on here, I assure you. Don't know who made that call," he said.
"Are you alone in the house, Sir?" Bosco asked.
"Yes indeed. I was watching television that may have gotten a bit loud," he said.
Faith and Bosco exchanged glances. "Well, then, if it's that loud, maybe you ought to turn it down," Faith said. She didn't trust the guy. He was lying and she knew it. Just then, they heard a groan. Bosco put his hand on his nightstick.
"Sir, get out of the way," Bosco said, pushing him to the side,
Faith went in while Bosco guarded him. Faith followed the groan and found the woman, presumably his wife, on the floor, a bloodied mess.
"Damnit," she said, kneeling down to the woman. "5-5 David, we need a bus on a rush at 114 No. Columbus Blvd," she said into the radio. "Bosco, read and cuff him." Just then she heard a struggle. She ran out to find the guy holding a gun to Bosco's head. She looked at his utility belt. Shit, Bosco's own gun was being held to his head. Her heart was racing.
TBC
Bosco was going to show her his romantic side tonight. He stood at his closet, choosing his black suit. He put on a white shirt and chose a solid sleek grey tie. Faith wore a little black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps.
"Am I dressed appropriately?" she asked.
He turned around. "Damn," he said.
"What?"
"You're gorgeous. That's all there is to it. You are just gorgeous," he said, kissing her.
"Bos, we better not start this or we'll never leave," she said.
"True," he said, putting on his jacket.
"Now, on the subject of you. You are very handsome in a suit," she said.
"Thank you," he said, exiting the bedroom as she playfully slapped his butt.
He took her to a little Italian restaurant. They sat across from each other sipping red wine as they waited for their dinner.
"Faith, I have to tell you something," he said. She watched his eyes. He put his glass down and took her hand. "I've wanted to be your man for the last 6 years. And, now we're together, well I just want you to know how happy I am. How happy you've made me," he said.
"The other day, when you kissed me in your car, I fought for a minute and then gave in. It felt so good. I've always been attracted to you, from day one. I just didn't know how you felt. And then I met Fred . and well, you know the rest. But I'm glad we're where we are now. It feels great. And I'll confess something else. On my wedding day, when I saw you as I was walking down the aisle, I wished you were the one waiting for me at the altar."
`Maybe one day I will be,' he thought to himself. That was something he could easily imagine.
They enjoyed their dinner. "So, what are we doing now?" she asked.
"Oh, you'll see." They drove to a club.
"A club? Bosco." He laughed. "Come on, it's not the kind of club you think."
When they walked inside, there was slow jazz music and a lot of couples dancing. He smiled at her as she looked around.
"You take all your dates here?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Come on," he said, leading her onto the floor.
"Wow, I haven't danced with you since my wedding," she said.
"I know. I loved dancing with you," he said. They moved together slowly, Bosco holding her right hand in his left. He rested his other hand on the small of her back. Faith rested her hand on his neck. He spun her around and they continued dancing for a half hour.
"Need a drink, babe?" he asked.
"Sure, club soda please."
"You got it," he said.
They had their drink together in a little corner of the club. Neither one of them said anything; they just sat in a nice, companionable silence.
"Maurice, let's go home," she said.
He smiled. He couldn't remember the last time she called him by his first name. It just didn't sound right coming from her. When they got back, Bosco led her in and closed the door. He stood behind her and he lifted up her hair, slowly kissing the back of her neck. She felt chills run up and down her spine.
"Is tonight the sweet part?" she asked.
He laughed. "You could say that," he said. "But just don't say anything, okay," he said, continuing his kiss on her neck. She tried to turn to face him, but he kept her facing forward. Without warning, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He gently placed her on the bed. They worked each other out of their clothes and Bosco took her in his arms, kissing every inch of her body gently.
"My turn," she said, kissing his chest and working her way down. Yet again, they made love passionately.
After a few days, Faith was wondering what their relationship would be. What it would turn into. Today was their first day back to work after beginning their new relationship. They agreed to keep it secret. They got dressed in the locker room, Bosco catching glances of her at her locker. He smiled as he faced forward buttoning up his shirt. He smiled as he thought about the morning they shared together, drinking coffee and watching some talk show. He smiled as he thought about the last few nights together. .
Faith caught him looking at her. And with a goofy grin on his mug to boot. But she knew why he was smiling; she had a hard time not breaking into one herself. Life was good.
Once in the roll call room, they received flyers regarding bank robbery suspects. Faith looked at the guys. `Great,' she thought to herself. After the briefing, Faith picked up their radios and followed Bosco out to the squad.
"So, are you ready for today?" he asked.
"Oh yeah, always. Think those suspects will strike again today?"
"Who knows? I hope not though, I'm exhausted," he said.
"From what?" she asked, feigning ignorance.
"Funny. You wear me out, woman," he said. She laughed.
"All units, domestic disturbance at 114 N. Columbus Blvd," the call came across the radio. Faith reached to her radio. "5-5 David to 114 No. Columbus Blvd.," she responded.
"Copy 5-5 David," dispatch replied and they were on their way.
They walked up to the door of the house. A man answered the door. "Yes Officers, may I help you?" he asked.
"Yeah, got a call of domestic disturbance at this address," Faith said, trying to look past the guy who seemed to be blocking their view intentionally.
"There's nothing going on here, I assure you. Don't know who made that call," he said.
"Are you alone in the house, Sir?" Bosco asked.
"Yes indeed. I was watching television that may have gotten a bit loud," he said.
Faith and Bosco exchanged glances. "Well, then, if it's that loud, maybe you ought to turn it down," Faith said. She didn't trust the guy. He was lying and she knew it. Just then, they heard a groan. Bosco put his hand on his nightstick.
"Sir, get out of the way," Bosco said, pushing him to the side,
Faith went in while Bosco guarded him. Faith followed the groan and found the woman, presumably his wife, on the floor, a bloodied mess.
"Damnit," she said, kneeling down to the woman. "5-5 David, we need a bus on a rush at 114 No. Columbus Blvd," she said into the radio. "Bosco, read and cuff him." Just then she heard a struggle. She ran out to find the guy holding a gun to Bosco's head. She looked at his utility belt. Shit, Bosco's own gun was being held to his head. Her heart was racing.
TBC
