Disclaimer: I don't own Third Watch. Please don't sue me.
Authors Notes: I know that I spelled 'fashion' wrong in the last chapter. I guess I should work on that. I want to thank everyone who has emailed me and reviewed the story. You have all made me feel so welcome! And special thanks to SargeCruz for always writing such great emails and reviews! Cheers!
The Only One: Chapter 27
Faith and Bosco made their way up to the apartment in silence. Both had a lot on their minds. Faith was thinking that something was terribly wrong. And her gut instinct was to go right back to the police station. " It's not safe". Her mind kept telling her. She knew that Alicia had gone home and that they were ok in the apartment, but she just felt uneasy. She decided that maybe she was just being suspicious. She had been tired lately and not getting enough sleep made people paranoid sometimes. Maybe it was hormones. She had felt happy and sad and worried and angry so many times a day lately. She didn't know what mood she was in half the time. She could be laughing at something Bosco did one minute and bawling him out in the next breath. Yes, she decided. She was just being paranoid.
She looked over at Bosco as they stopped at the door of their apartment. He had a scowl on his face and he was clentching his jaw. She knew that he was blaming himself for what was happening. It was no more his fault than it was the sun's. He had no control over what Alicia did or didn't do, for that matter. He always got like this, blaming himself and then being angry with himself. He didn't need to worry about anyone blaming him for anything. Chances were that he blamed himself for everything already. He still blamed himself for not helping Rose when he was a little boy. He had not been able to stop his father from beating up his mother. But really, what could a ten year old do against a 40 year old abusive drunk?
She reached out and put her arm around his shoulder as he unlocked the door. " Bosco. It's not your fault. None of this is your fault. Babe, I want you to stop blaming yourself for this. It makes me feel bad to see you beating yourself up over something that you couldn't have stopped". she said softly.
He just looked at her. It didn't matter what she said. He'd still do it anyway. She growled in frustration. It didn't seem that she could do anything to make him stop the self loathing band wagon his was on.
She took her coat off and handed it to him. He went to hang them up in the closet. He happened to look over at the window sill as he did so. " Hey Faith. I think you're going crazy." he stated.
She looked up at him from the bench she had sat on to take her shoes off. " What? Why"? she asked, puzzled. She continued taking off her boots.
" Because that picture you were talking about is sitting right there on the window sill" he said, laughing. He made a crazy face and twirled his finger around his head. Indicating that she was nuts. He laughed as he carried on with his little joke.
Faith wasn't laughing. She had turned pale in a matter of seconds.
Bosco stopped what he was doing and scrunched down beside her, his legs supporting him. He took her hand into his. " What's wrong? You're freakin' me out. Are you gonna be sick?" he asked, wrinkling up his nose. " Cause if you are I'm gonna to to the other room. The last time you did that, it smelled so bad I thought I was gonna......"
Faith cut him off. She looked directly at him and whispered, " When we left for the station, that picture was NOT there. Are you playin' some kind of sick joke on me, Bos?"
He huffed. " Faith, I tole' ya I didn't move it the first time ya asked" he said, a little staunchily. " 'Sides, who cares about that picture any way. Why are ya getting your panties all in a twist"? he asked, holding out his hands.
She was angry. She hated that expression. " I'm not getting my panties in a twist!" she hissed at him. " I'm telling you that the picture was not here when we left. Now, I didn't move it and you say you didn't move it....so who the hell moved it?" she hissed again.
Apparently, this picture thing was getting to be too much for her. She was really freaked out. Bosco didn't see that it was that big of a deal, but he decided not to push her any further.
" I don't know who moved it. Let's just go to bed." he said, putting his arm around her and leading her down the hall.
She shook her head. Her eyes were wide. " No. Bos, there's something not right here. I don't want to stay here tonight. It doesn't feel right". she said, looking around the hall, as if Alicia were about to jump out from under the bed at any moment.
Bos sighed and rolled his eyes a bit. " Come on, Faith. There's nothin' wrong. You want me ta check the beds and see if anyone's hidin' under there"? he asked, sarcastically.
He cupped his hands to his mouth and hollered down the hallway, " If there's anyone here that wants to kill us, come out now. We can't defend ourselves and our guns are locked up in the closet." he said, in his best scared voice. " We're really afraid out here. Lucky for you we're both home tonight. You can get two for the price of one"..
Faith slapped him hard on the arm. She was really pissed now.
" You are SUCH an asshole! Go to hell! And when you get there, go find your girlfriend. You two belong together. " she blurted out to him.
She into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. She sat down on the toilet and cried. She knew she had hurt him badly. She had never thrown Alicia in his face before now. Oh, man. Hindsight is 20/20 vision. She was gonna have to do some beggin' to get back into his good graces.
Bosco winced as her words struck him. He slapped his palm on the wall and yelled back at her, " Ya? Well maybe I will, cause it would be a helluva lot better then being stuck here with a hormonal basket case like you!"
He was really, really hurt. And when he was hurt he struck out at the one person who mattered the most.
He walked down to the bathroom and shouted into the door, "Oh and while we're at it - you looked fat in that jean skit thing you had on yesterday. Oh! You wanna know something else? I hated the color you chose for the throw pillows in the spare room! Ya, that's right! I hated it! Yellow sucks!" he cried, childishly.
He could hear Faith crying through the bathroom door, but he was too angry to feel bad. He couldn't believe that she had said that to him! He turned and walked back down the hall into the livingroom and flopped down on the couch, in a sulk.
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Alicia was having a great time in the closet. All this drama unfolding right in front of her. She was really enjoying listening to Maurice and Faith fight! He really had a temper on him. Alicia scoffed under her breath. She would definately be a better mother and wife then Faith could ever be! She would never speak to Maurice that way, even if he deserved it. She was gonna be perfect!
It was starting to get kind of crampy in there. She moved carefully, stretching her legs out a bit. She had already gone to the hospital and got her self a cathidor that she could carry around with her. She was so smart! That way, she didn't have to go to the bathroom! Her belly was really getting in the way. But she hadn't had a comfortable nights sleep in months, so one more night didn't matter.
After a while she heard the bathroom door open and then close. She didn't hear anything after that. She made herself as comfortable as possible and settled down to get a little sleep. She wanted to save her energy for when she slit Faith's throat tomorow.
Authors Notes: I know that I spelled 'fashion' wrong in the last chapter. I guess I should work on that. I want to thank everyone who has emailed me and reviewed the story. You have all made me feel so welcome! And special thanks to SargeCruz for always writing such great emails and reviews! Cheers!
The Only One: Chapter 27
Faith and Bosco made their way up to the apartment in silence. Both had a lot on their minds. Faith was thinking that something was terribly wrong. And her gut instinct was to go right back to the police station. " It's not safe". Her mind kept telling her. She knew that Alicia had gone home and that they were ok in the apartment, but she just felt uneasy. She decided that maybe she was just being suspicious. She had been tired lately and not getting enough sleep made people paranoid sometimes. Maybe it was hormones. She had felt happy and sad and worried and angry so many times a day lately. She didn't know what mood she was in half the time. She could be laughing at something Bosco did one minute and bawling him out in the next breath. Yes, she decided. She was just being paranoid.
She looked over at Bosco as they stopped at the door of their apartment. He had a scowl on his face and he was clentching his jaw. She knew that he was blaming himself for what was happening. It was no more his fault than it was the sun's. He had no control over what Alicia did or didn't do, for that matter. He always got like this, blaming himself and then being angry with himself. He didn't need to worry about anyone blaming him for anything. Chances were that he blamed himself for everything already. He still blamed himself for not helping Rose when he was a little boy. He had not been able to stop his father from beating up his mother. But really, what could a ten year old do against a 40 year old abusive drunk?
She reached out and put her arm around his shoulder as he unlocked the door. " Bosco. It's not your fault. None of this is your fault. Babe, I want you to stop blaming yourself for this. It makes me feel bad to see you beating yourself up over something that you couldn't have stopped". she said softly.
He just looked at her. It didn't matter what she said. He'd still do it anyway. She growled in frustration. It didn't seem that she could do anything to make him stop the self loathing band wagon his was on.
She took her coat off and handed it to him. He went to hang them up in the closet. He happened to look over at the window sill as he did so. " Hey Faith. I think you're going crazy." he stated.
She looked up at him from the bench she had sat on to take her shoes off. " What? Why"? she asked, puzzled. She continued taking off her boots.
" Because that picture you were talking about is sitting right there on the window sill" he said, laughing. He made a crazy face and twirled his finger around his head. Indicating that she was nuts. He laughed as he carried on with his little joke.
Faith wasn't laughing. She had turned pale in a matter of seconds.
Bosco stopped what he was doing and scrunched down beside her, his legs supporting him. He took her hand into his. " What's wrong? You're freakin' me out. Are you gonna be sick?" he asked, wrinkling up his nose. " Cause if you are I'm gonna to to the other room. The last time you did that, it smelled so bad I thought I was gonna......"
Faith cut him off. She looked directly at him and whispered, " When we left for the station, that picture was NOT there. Are you playin' some kind of sick joke on me, Bos?"
He huffed. " Faith, I tole' ya I didn't move it the first time ya asked" he said, a little staunchily. " 'Sides, who cares about that picture any way. Why are ya getting your panties all in a twist"? he asked, holding out his hands.
She was angry. She hated that expression. " I'm not getting my panties in a twist!" she hissed at him. " I'm telling you that the picture was not here when we left. Now, I didn't move it and you say you didn't move it....so who the hell moved it?" she hissed again.
Apparently, this picture thing was getting to be too much for her. She was really freaked out. Bosco didn't see that it was that big of a deal, but he decided not to push her any further.
" I don't know who moved it. Let's just go to bed." he said, putting his arm around her and leading her down the hall.
She shook her head. Her eyes were wide. " No. Bos, there's something not right here. I don't want to stay here tonight. It doesn't feel right". she said, looking around the hall, as if Alicia were about to jump out from under the bed at any moment.
Bos sighed and rolled his eyes a bit. " Come on, Faith. There's nothin' wrong. You want me ta check the beds and see if anyone's hidin' under there"? he asked, sarcastically.
He cupped his hands to his mouth and hollered down the hallway, " If there's anyone here that wants to kill us, come out now. We can't defend ourselves and our guns are locked up in the closet." he said, in his best scared voice. " We're really afraid out here. Lucky for you we're both home tonight. You can get two for the price of one"..
Faith slapped him hard on the arm. She was really pissed now.
" You are SUCH an asshole! Go to hell! And when you get there, go find your girlfriend. You two belong together. " she blurted out to him.
She into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. She sat down on the toilet and cried. She knew she had hurt him badly. She had never thrown Alicia in his face before now. Oh, man. Hindsight is 20/20 vision. She was gonna have to do some beggin' to get back into his good graces.
Bosco winced as her words struck him. He slapped his palm on the wall and yelled back at her, " Ya? Well maybe I will, cause it would be a helluva lot better then being stuck here with a hormonal basket case like you!"
He was really, really hurt. And when he was hurt he struck out at the one person who mattered the most.
He walked down to the bathroom and shouted into the door, "Oh and while we're at it - you looked fat in that jean skit thing you had on yesterday. Oh! You wanna know something else? I hated the color you chose for the throw pillows in the spare room! Ya, that's right! I hated it! Yellow sucks!" he cried, childishly.
He could hear Faith crying through the bathroom door, but he was too angry to feel bad. He couldn't believe that she had said that to him! He turned and walked back down the hall into the livingroom and flopped down on the couch, in a sulk.
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Alicia was having a great time in the closet. All this drama unfolding right in front of her. She was really enjoying listening to Maurice and Faith fight! He really had a temper on him. Alicia scoffed under her breath. She would definately be a better mother and wife then Faith could ever be! She would never speak to Maurice that way, even if he deserved it. She was gonna be perfect!
It was starting to get kind of crampy in there. She moved carefully, stretching her legs out a bit. She had already gone to the hospital and got her self a cathidor that she could carry around with her. She was so smart! That way, she didn't have to go to the bathroom! Her belly was really getting in the way. But she hadn't had a comfortable nights sleep in months, so one more night didn't matter.
After a while she heard the bathroom door open and then close. She didn't hear anything after that. She made herself as comfortable as possible and settled down to get a little sleep. She wanted to save her energy for when she slit Faith's throat tomorow.