The Long Way Home
Chapter one
I stand in front of the full length mirror looking at the reflection staring back at me. My uniform still fits which surprised me. I had lost a little bit of weight while I have been off do to all the exercising I had to do to get my strength back. My hair is just a tad longer than it used to be. I start back to work tomorrow. I should be happy about that but deep inside I'm not. My eyes drift to where my pins are on the uniform there not going to be the same after tomorrow. My mind drifts off to a few days ago when I told Fred that I was going back to work.
"Faith, I can't understand why you would want to go back to that place. To the people that got you hurt. We have had this conversation a few times and I don't think I can handle you going back to that place. You put yourself in danger everyday and I can't take that anymore."
"Fred, you know this is what I am and I have too. You can't make me not be who I am. I am going back to work and there isn't anything you can say to make me change that."
"You know what, Faith, Fine have it your way go back to work! Go back to that partner of yours that got you shot I don't care! I just might not be here when you get home!"
"Fred, wait! Would it help if I transferred to a different precinct? Being a cop is who I am and you know that deep down you know that I have to do this."
"I'm not sure I can handle you putting your life on the line everyday anymore Faith. Do what you want. I need time to think about this. I think we need some time apart so we both can figure out what we want."
With that last sentence going through my mind I see the door close behind him as Fred walked out of the apartment with the kids. I'm crying again. I can't seem to stop when I think about that day. I put in for a transfer even though I really didn't want too. It was approved so I start working at the 27th precinct tomorrow. Deep down I'm hoping that Fred will come back home soon. I don't know if it will help matters between me and him but all I can do is hope. After taking the uniform off and hanging it neatly in the closet I laid down on the bed and went into a fitful dreaming night.
The sun shining in the widow woke me up. I glanced over at the clock it reads around ten o'clock. I lay there in bed a few minutes before I decide to get up and head to the bathroom for a long shower. The water running down my body relaxes me as I stand there just letting fall over me. I start working again today. I am a little nervous and apprehensive about going in. It feels like I just got out of the academy and reporting in for the first time. I take a deep breath and finish my shower jumping out when the water started to get cold. Grabbing the towel I quickly wrap it around me and head to my bedroom. I'm dressed in a nice pair of jeans and button down shirt as I walk out to the kitchen. There isn't anything here that I can eat quick so I decided I'll just get something on the way. I was told to be at the precinct early so we can fill out all of the paper work and so the sergeant can place me with a partner.
I'm standing out side staring at the building that had the big numbers 27. It looks different yet looks the same. I can't seem to walk in the building yet so I'm just standing here hoping that I get the courage to just walk right in as if I have been doing it all the time. This building isn't were I had planned on going when I came back to work. I wanted to be back with Bosco, back at the 55, back in our car 55 David. I wanted everything to be the way it was before everything, but deep down I knew that it would take time to get to that point again. It was still the way that I really wanted to go back to work, back to my "Home".
Chapter one
I stand in front of the full length mirror looking at the reflection staring back at me. My uniform still fits which surprised me. I had lost a little bit of weight while I have been off do to all the exercising I had to do to get my strength back. My hair is just a tad longer than it used to be. I start back to work tomorrow. I should be happy about that but deep inside I'm not. My eyes drift to where my pins are on the uniform there not going to be the same after tomorrow. My mind drifts off to a few days ago when I told Fred that I was going back to work.
"Faith, I can't understand why you would want to go back to that place. To the people that got you hurt. We have had this conversation a few times and I don't think I can handle you going back to that place. You put yourself in danger everyday and I can't take that anymore."
"Fred, you know this is what I am and I have too. You can't make me not be who I am. I am going back to work and there isn't anything you can say to make me change that."
"You know what, Faith, Fine have it your way go back to work! Go back to that partner of yours that got you shot I don't care! I just might not be here when you get home!"
"Fred, wait! Would it help if I transferred to a different precinct? Being a cop is who I am and you know that deep down you know that I have to do this."
"I'm not sure I can handle you putting your life on the line everyday anymore Faith. Do what you want. I need time to think about this. I think we need some time apart so we both can figure out what we want."
With that last sentence going through my mind I see the door close behind him as Fred walked out of the apartment with the kids. I'm crying again. I can't seem to stop when I think about that day. I put in for a transfer even though I really didn't want too. It was approved so I start working at the 27th precinct tomorrow. Deep down I'm hoping that Fred will come back home soon. I don't know if it will help matters between me and him but all I can do is hope. After taking the uniform off and hanging it neatly in the closet I laid down on the bed and went into a fitful dreaming night.
The sun shining in the widow woke me up. I glanced over at the clock it reads around ten o'clock. I lay there in bed a few minutes before I decide to get up and head to the bathroom for a long shower. The water running down my body relaxes me as I stand there just letting fall over me. I start working again today. I am a little nervous and apprehensive about going in. It feels like I just got out of the academy and reporting in for the first time. I take a deep breath and finish my shower jumping out when the water started to get cold. Grabbing the towel I quickly wrap it around me and head to my bedroom. I'm dressed in a nice pair of jeans and button down shirt as I walk out to the kitchen. There isn't anything here that I can eat quick so I decided I'll just get something on the way. I was told to be at the precinct early so we can fill out all of the paper work and so the sergeant can place me with a partner.
I'm standing out side staring at the building that had the big numbers 27. It looks different yet looks the same. I can't seem to walk in the building yet so I'm just standing here hoping that I get the courage to just walk right in as if I have been doing it all the time. This building isn't were I had planned on going when I came back to work. I wanted to be back with Bosco, back at the 55, back in our car 55 David. I wanted everything to be the way it was before everything, but deep down I knew that it would take time to get to that point again. It was still the way that I really wanted to go back to work, back to my "Home".