November 16th, 2009

Both Emily and Faith sat on the couch. Faith had taught Emily how to quilt and they were slowly making quilts for Sofia and Savannah. They thought it'd be nice if they both worked on each.

"I'm glad Alex had a boy finally." Emily smiled, "Ty seemed to be getting antsy for one." Faith chuckled.

"You're telling me." She said. Emily sighed softly putting down her square, "I've very excited to be having Savannah, but a boy would have been nice."

"Maybe someday in the future." Faith said. Emily shook her head.

"I think this is it for us. We can't really afford anymore." Emily said. Faith smiled softly. She completely understood what her daughter was talking about. "Can I ask you something?"

"You just did." Faith snickered. Emily gave her a look. "Ask me, Baby."

"Are you sad that this baby is your last?" Emily asked.

"No way." Faith chuckled, "I'm in my forties and this is my fourth child. I am very happy this is my last." She looked at her daughter who with sighing, "You may think this is yours and Justin's last child, but in ten years you may get a little boy." Emily sighed with a slight smile.

"Maybe, but you know how money is when you work for the city." She chuckled softly, "I won't be out of the Academy until the summer and firefighters sure as hell don't earn enough money."

"True, but you'll make it work. Bosco and I do just fine." Faith said, "You and Justin will do fine."

"Maybe." Emily said finishing off her square. "How's this?" Faith smiled softly.

"I think Savannah will love it." She said.

"Yours is so much better than mine." Emily said looking at Faith's quilt.

"I have over twenty years experience with making them." She told her daughter, "But Savannah will love yours because it comes from the heart." Emily smiled

"Are you planning anything for Thanksgiving?" She asked.

"Nothing I guess." Faith asked, "Why?"

"We want you over our house for it." Emily said, "I'm cooking everything."

"Everything?" Faith asked.

"Well, you're free to bring anything you wish." Emily shrugged.

"I'll bring a pumpkin pie." Faith said, "Will it just be us?"

"We invited Dad and he's coming. We invited the O'Hara's and they might be coming." Emily said, "They're mad that we're not coming to their house."

"Screw them." Faith chuckled, "This is yours and Justin's first Thanksgiving as a married couple. Enjoy it."

"So is that a yes? Are you coming?" Emily asked.

"Of course. I love Thanksgiving and I love it more now that I'm not cooking." Faith said. Emily chuckled softly.

"Yeah. Leave it all to me." She said getting up to go to the bathroom. Faith watched her daughter leave the room. It was still so weird to see how grown up she was. Emily would always be that little girl she brought home form the hospital.

November 30th, 2009

Week 22

Ty and Bosco sat in the cruiser with the radio blaring. They loved it when it was flashback Thursday. The radio always played the top songs of the past decade. They were singing at the top of their lungs.

"My Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they're like "it's better than yours" Ty said bopping his head. Bosco laughed softly.

"Damn right, It's better than yours, I can teach you, but I have to charge." He said in a high voice, "I know you want it...The thing that makes me, What the guys go crazy for, They lose their minds, The way I whine."

"I think it's time." Ty said. The men burst out laughing.

"Dude, I don't think we should be singing this song too loudly. People may think we're a little...." Bosco trailed off.

"What? Fruity? Fudge packers? Gay? What?" Ty chuckled.

"All of the above." Bosco shifted in his seat. Ty rolled his eyes.

"You know you never change." He said, "You'd think after having a few kids you'd be different."

"Man, that's you. You're the one who has three kids. I only have two." Bosco said.

"And two step kids and almost two granddaughters." Ty snickered, "You're a grandpa."

"And a damn good one." Bosco said, "Better then you'll ever be." Ty shrugged.

"I have many years before then." He said.

"That's what I thought too." Bosco looked at Ty, "before you know it. Jade and Caroline will be waddling with babies in their bellies." Ty groaned loudly.

"Never." He said, "They will never be like that. They're going to be nuns."

"Bullshit." Bosco laughed.

"55-Charlie." A call came out. Bosco picked the radio up.

"55-Charlie to Central, what is it?" He asked.

"You're requested to come to 44 Dover Street immediately." Ty looked at Bosco.

"44 Dover street?" He asked.

"That's what they said." Bosco said.

"Oh god...." Ty whispered.

"What is it?" Bosco asked. Ty looked at Bosco.

"That's Sully's place." He said. The colour drained from Bosco's face. How could he be so stupid? That was his wife's partner. Bosco turned the sirens on and sped to the scene. What had happened? Was it a fire? A robbery? Something? Central didn't tell them. Bosco pulled up behind an ambulance. "That's 55-Boyd."

"Come on." Bosco said as they both jumped out. Everything was a blur as they ran inside and up the stairs. Alex stood in the hallway. Her cheeks were red and puffy.

"Alex? What's wrong?" Ty asked.
"Don't go in there, Ty." She told her husband. Bosco ignored her and walked inside. His blood stopped in his veins. His head felt light. Bosco stared at the wall that was covered in blood and grey matter. Kim walked up to him.

"He's gone." She said. Bosco stood there, just staring at the wall. He couldn't turn around. "Was...Did Faith say anything about him? Was he quiet? Depressed?"

"I um...." Bosco just stood there. "I don't know." Kim sighed softly.

"I'm so sorry, Bosco." She told him. What was Bosco going to tell Faith? How was he going to do this? He hated making these calls to other people, but Faith wasn't just anyone.

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"How does this family accumulate so many dishes?" Faith groaned as she stood at the sink. In a few more weeks her belly would be way too big and get in the way. She didn't really care.

"We're pigs." Vincent giggled as he put his sweater on. His face brightened up when his father walked in, "Daddy!"

"Go outside, Son." He said. Vincent didn't need to be told twice.

"You're home early." Faith turned and smiled. "You're in uniform. Is this a booty call?"

"No." Bosco croaked out. Faith looked into his eyes.

"What is it, Bos?" She asked dropping the dishtowel, "Oh my god. Is it Emily?"

"No. She's fine." Bosco took his hat off.

"Bosco, tell me." Faith said, tears already filling her eyes. Bosco took in a deep breath.

"It's Sully." He said.

"Oh god..." Faith stumbled slightly, "Is he hurt?" Bosco nodded. He couldn't look at his wife. He couldn't look at her tears.

"He's dead, Faith." He said. Faith held onto the counter to keep from falling.

"No. Don't joke, Bosco. It's not funny." She said.

"I'm not joking, Honey." Bosco said finally looking at her, "He took his own life."

"No!" Faith cried, "Don't say that! He's my partner! I know him! He wouldn't do that!"

"I'm so sorry, Baby." Bosco took hold of her arms. Faith clung to him and started to cry. When one of their own died, it was like a part of them died. They were all brothers and sisters at the 55th and this particular death would hit everyone hard.

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