"For the last time, Bosco, I'm driving! No more arguments out of you. I mean it!" It was his first day back on patrol, one month to the day since the shooting. Faith Yokas was not about to let her partner do anything even slightly hazardous to his health.

"I'm not a freakin' baby, Faith. Gimme a break!"

"I know, Bos, but look what happened last time you drove." She was immediately sorry she had brought the subject up. Way to go, Yokas.

His face grew grim and he winced in memory of the painful event.

"Sorry, Bos. That was a stupid thing to say. I'm sorry."

He shook it off. Shook his head. "No, Faith, it's ok. Don't worry about it. You are forgiven.on one condition." That impish grin of his crossed his face.

She wrinkled her forehead at him. "Oh, yeah? And what's that, mister?"

"I get to drive. And it ain't negotiable. Deal?"

She shook her head and laughed. "Bosco, you are such a." She trailed off.

"Ah, ah. What were you going to say? 'Bosco, you are such a wonderful person'? Or, 'Bosco, you are such an incredibly hot guy'? Is that what you were going to say? I knew you had a crush on me!"

She lightly punched him in the arm. "Actually, I was going to say, 'Bosco, you are such a pain in ass!'"

He smiled nonchalantly. "I was going to suggest that next. Keys, please."

She unwillingly surrendered them and changed seats with him. "I swear, Bos, if you hit anything, or go over 40 miles an hour, I'm taking over!"

"Of course I won't," he said, peeling away from the curb with all of his usual reckless abandon.

She rolled her eyes as she held on to the arm of the seat. Yep, everything is back to normal, alright.