Bosco was covered in blood and was gripping his chest saying he couldn't
breathe. Faith was there in seconds cradling his head, taking off his vest
to see where he had been hit and screaming his name, but it wasn't blood it
was red dye and Bosco was having a panic attack not a heart attack.
That day everything changed, as partners in the NYPD they had been through so much but this hit Bosco hard. That night after visiting a counsellor he turned up at Faith's flat and it all came pouring out, he told her how he ran on September 11th when the tower came down, he poured his heart out and cried into her lap while she held him and rubbed his back, Fred didn't come back from his walk. Bosco stayed that night, sleeping on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around him. When at just after two Faith heard him screaming and thrashing around she crept out of her bedroom and held him, kissing his cheek and wiping the single tear that fell.
That morning, Bosco knocked on Faith's bedroom door as she was getting dressed. She greeted him with her shirt half undone and the buttons and buttonholes all misaligned. He had made breakfast and laid it gently on the bed. He was quiet and bowed his head when he said "Thank you for last night Faith". She smiled and walked closer to him "and thank you for breakfast". He looked at her and laughed "What?" she said. He didn't reply, simply reached out his hands and gently and carefully rearranged her shirt. He reached out to smooth a layer of grime off her badge, his hand lingering on her breast for a few seconds before he turned and left the room. Later they left for work.
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"Yokas, Boscorelli" in here now said Lieu They looked at each other and grimaced "I want you two back together, in 55David" Faith couldn't help the grin on face as she turned to Bosco. He looked just as happy. "Thanks Lieu" they both said together.
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It was March in New York; it was snowing, minus eight degrees and almost eleven at night. It had been a quiet shift and Bosco and Faith were parked under a bridge on the upper west side in the dark. He had pulled the front passenger seat right forward to get as close as possible to the heating. Faith watched him as he stared out of the window looking up at the starry and snowy sky. His hair had grown and there were little curls around his ear, she resisted the temptation to reach up and touch his ear with her fingertips. He had a cut on his jaw from shaving and she wanted to kiss it. She turned away and rubbed her eyes before sighing heavily. At the sound he jumped and Faith realised he had been asleep. His speech was slurred when he said "You Ok babe?" "Babe?" "Uh huh" he whispered before realising what he had really said. Faith laughed and grabbed his hand rubbing her fingers over the cuts and bruises. She leaned down and sucked on his thumb, he moved back in his seat and moaned. "Uh Bosco, you alright?" said Faith. "Uh, I, um, I think so, uh" he stuttered and his breathing became shallower. She continued to suck his fingers and he continued to moan. She noticed his trousers become tighter and his cock become fully erect. She let go of his hand and went to open the door. His head moved round towards her "Where you going?" "You'll see" She said getting out and shutting the door. She walked round to the passenger side of the door and opened it. "Bosco I need something out of the glove box, move the seat back" Faith commanded. He moved the seat right back but instead of reaching for the glove box she climbed into the foot well and shut the door. "Uh faith, what ya doing?" She didn't reply, simply tilted the seat back and began to undo Bosco's flies. He began to protest but as her hand reached inside he gave up and lay back in the seat. Faith started by gently stroking down his shaft, he bucked his hips towards her and moaned. She took hold of his balls and did this thing she had read about in a magazine, he squirmed underneath her and she said in a whisper "You're such a big boy Maurice" as her mouth closed around his cock. She took it slowly at first but when she could tell he was close she sped up. Bosco grabbed Faith's head and started to move his hips in time to her thrusts. He was so close when their radios burst into life. Faith jumped off him and opened the door. When she got back into the drivers side Bosco hadn't moved. She looked over at him, his face was screwed up and he was panting. His erect dick was standing to attention. He looked at her and said through clenched teeth, "You can't leave me like this" "Finish it off your self then" Faith retorted. He didn't want to but had little choice. His hand reached out and started pumping. His eyes were tightly shut and only popped open when Faith's hand joined his in brushing up and down his shaft. He jerked against her hand, shouted her name loudly and came all over the dashboard. Faith started the engine and drove off. Bosco cleaned up the mess and pulled his trousers back up. Neither of them spoke, they turned up to the emergency but 55 Charlie were already there and it was time to go back to the station. They changed in silence and headed home separately.
That day everything changed, as partners in the NYPD they had been through so much but this hit Bosco hard. That night after visiting a counsellor he turned up at Faith's flat and it all came pouring out, he told her how he ran on September 11th when the tower came down, he poured his heart out and cried into her lap while she held him and rubbed his back, Fred didn't come back from his walk. Bosco stayed that night, sleeping on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around him. When at just after two Faith heard him screaming and thrashing around she crept out of her bedroom and held him, kissing his cheek and wiping the single tear that fell.
That morning, Bosco knocked on Faith's bedroom door as she was getting dressed. She greeted him with her shirt half undone and the buttons and buttonholes all misaligned. He had made breakfast and laid it gently on the bed. He was quiet and bowed his head when he said "Thank you for last night Faith". She smiled and walked closer to him "and thank you for breakfast". He looked at her and laughed "What?" she said. He didn't reply, simply reached out his hands and gently and carefully rearranged her shirt. He reached out to smooth a layer of grime off her badge, his hand lingering on her breast for a few seconds before he turned and left the room. Later they left for work.
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"Yokas, Boscorelli" in here now said Lieu They looked at each other and grimaced "I want you two back together, in 55David" Faith couldn't help the grin on face as she turned to Bosco. He looked just as happy. "Thanks Lieu" they both said together.
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It was March in New York; it was snowing, minus eight degrees and almost eleven at night. It had been a quiet shift and Bosco and Faith were parked under a bridge on the upper west side in the dark. He had pulled the front passenger seat right forward to get as close as possible to the heating. Faith watched him as he stared out of the window looking up at the starry and snowy sky. His hair had grown and there were little curls around his ear, she resisted the temptation to reach up and touch his ear with her fingertips. He had a cut on his jaw from shaving and she wanted to kiss it. She turned away and rubbed her eyes before sighing heavily. At the sound he jumped and Faith realised he had been asleep. His speech was slurred when he said "You Ok babe?" "Babe?" "Uh huh" he whispered before realising what he had really said. Faith laughed and grabbed his hand rubbing her fingers over the cuts and bruises. She leaned down and sucked on his thumb, he moved back in his seat and moaned. "Uh Bosco, you alright?" said Faith. "Uh, I, um, I think so, uh" he stuttered and his breathing became shallower. She continued to suck his fingers and he continued to moan. She noticed his trousers become tighter and his cock become fully erect. She let go of his hand and went to open the door. His head moved round towards her "Where you going?" "You'll see" She said getting out and shutting the door. She walked round to the passenger side of the door and opened it. "Bosco I need something out of the glove box, move the seat back" Faith commanded. He moved the seat right back but instead of reaching for the glove box she climbed into the foot well and shut the door. "Uh faith, what ya doing?" She didn't reply, simply tilted the seat back and began to undo Bosco's flies. He began to protest but as her hand reached inside he gave up and lay back in the seat. Faith started by gently stroking down his shaft, he bucked his hips towards her and moaned. She took hold of his balls and did this thing she had read about in a magazine, he squirmed underneath her and she said in a whisper "You're such a big boy Maurice" as her mouth closed around his cock. She took it slowly at first but when she could tell he was close she sped up. Bosco grabbed Faith's head and started to move his hips in time to her thrusts. He was so close when their radios burst into life. Faith jumped off him and opened the door. When she got back into the drivers side Bosco hadn't moved. She looked over at him, his face was screwed up and he was panting. His erect dick was standing to attention. He looked at her and said through clenched teeth, "You can't leave me like this" "Finish it off your self then" Faith retorted. He didn't want to but had little choice. His hand reached out and started pumping. His eyes were tightly shut and only popped open when Faith's hand joined his in brushing up and down his shaft. He jerked against her hand, shouted her name loudly and came all over the dashboard. Faith started the engine and drove off. Bosco cleaned up the mess and pulled his trousers back up. Neither of them spoke, they turned up to the emergency but 55 Charlie were already there and it was time to go back to the station. They changed in silence and headed home separately.