I didn't bother waking Jimmy up when I left this morning. I knew that the last thing either of us needed was to talk about what had happened between us. Waking up next to him was like waking up with a mug of rich hot chocolate covered with sprinkles and whipcream. It's nice, but not something you want first thing in the morning, unless you want to get sick. I knew I had to get out of there before I did something else I might regret.

I lay for a moment, taking in the look of him. He was definitely the best looking guy I had ever been with. His dark hair was rumpled and his eyes were shut tight, but his face was relaxed and he looked almost like one of those Greek gods. I swear I was getting turned on just by looking at the man. He was such a fest for the eyes.

I peeked under the covers, hoping to see myself fully clothed. Hell, I would have taken partially clothed, but to no avail. I was naked as the day I was born.

I scooted out from under the covers and immediately brought my hands to my head. I had a terrific headache, along with a sick stomach. I really didn't want to throw up at his place. I found my jeans and underwear rather quickly but couldn't find my shirt or my bra. Afraid that he'd wake up before I had my chance to escape, I grabbed a t-shirt off the dresser and put it on. Realizing that I still had no bra on, I grabbed a sweatshirt and threw it on as well. I took a quick look in the mirror and realized that I didn't look that bad. My hair was messy, but my makeup was still in tact and my eyes were bright. Anyone who saw me this morning would take one look at me and know that I'd had a wild night.

It was plain to see that this was only a one time thing. I didn't want or need a relationship with Jimmy. After all, he'd been unfaithful to Kim when he was with her and with Brook too. It seemed that he just couldn't keep his hands to one woman. Sure, he'd spread the love around. That's what he'd been doing for quite some time. I hoped that no one would find out what had happened between us, especially Bosco. He'd flip if he ever found that out. He hated the firefighter and made no bones about it. I just had to keep this to myself and hopefully Jimmy would feel the same.

I exited the apartment gracefully and started to walk home. It was gonna rain for sure. The sky was all cloudy and black, suggesting a downpour very soon. I groaned to myself. It was going to be one of those days. I could tell.

A few blocks into my walk it started to rain. Huge drops hit me and bounced off the gray city sidewalk, as I started to jog for home. Moments later it turned into a downpour, making children and adults alike, run for the nearest shelter. I saw a sign for Denny's and decided to go in and grab a cup of coffee. Coffee always made my headaches go away, especially when they were from a hangover.

I pushed open the heavy, rain streaked glass door and made my way inside. I sat down at a booth in the back and proceeded to wipe the wet hair off of my face. My waitress came over and took my order and brought back a steaming mug of coffee in a pretty red mug with flowers on it. I'd never seen such a funny looking mug at a restaurant. Weren't they usually plain white?

As I contemplated the complexness of the cup, I was interrupted by a voice I'd know anywhere.

"Hey Yokas. Whataya doin' here all wet? Ya look like a drowned rat."

Bosco. Just the guy I didn't want to see this morning.

"Hi Bos. Just getting coffee." I said nervously.

There was a heavy silence as I slurped away at my beverage.

"You wanna sit down or something"? I gestured to the empty seat across from me, hoping he'd say no.

"Don't mind if I do". He said, sliding into the booth. He pulled off his jacket and signaled the waitress with his hand. "Over here. Coffee."

"She's not a dog, Bosco". I snapped, remembering how irritating he could be first thing in the morning. "You don't call her like that. Geez, what are you? Five?"

He held up his hands and made a face at me, narrowing his eyes at me. "What's your problem Yokas? Didn't get enough sleep"?

He stressed the word 'sleep'. It was his way of asking if things had gone further with Jimmy. I'd almost have said that he was bothered by his own question. Was he jealous? No. That couldn't be it. It had to be because he hated Jimmy's guts. That was all.

I couldn't let him know the truth. And not for the first time in our partnership, I opened my mouth and lied strait to his face.

"I slept fine. I'm just tired today. I got home late and I threw up everything I drank." I lied.

He raised his eyebrow at me. "You didn't get it on with dumbbell?" He asked, as he slurped his own coffee. Man, I hated it when he did that. I felt like saying "Drink it or I'll have to put it in a sippy cup for you".

"Nah. We just shared a cab. That's it."

What I could describe as only relief briefly passed through his features. I couldn't put money on it, but it felt like he was happy about me going home alone. If he only knew.

"Yah? I thought for sure that you'd gone and made an ass of yourself with that jerk". He said, getting back to his regular wise-cracking self.

I rolled my eyes. " Thanks a lot, but I can take care of my own life. I don't need advice from the guy who's slept with every woman in New York City." I scoffed at him.

"Whatever". He said. But I could tell that he felt better. It annoyed me that he'd act that way because he felt some mocho possessiveness over me, just for being his partner. He hated Jimmy that much, that he just had to make sure I hadn't slept with him. It was like one-upping him or something.

I stood up and dropped two dollars on the table. "See you later, then". I said. It was still pouring cats and dogs out there and I wanted to get home and get sick in my own bathroom. The coffee just didn't help.

"I just sat down. The least you could do is keep me company while I drink my coffee" He whined. Geez, he sounded like such a little kid.

"Why don't you call Sarah? She'll come down and babysit you". I kidded, as I pulled my hood up and tied it.

"Ha ha. She's at the Tea Room this morning, or I would have brought her with me."

"The Tea Room? What's with that dump anyway?" I asked.

"She owns it." He said simply, before finishing his own coffee and throwing a dollar on the table.

Oh. She owns it. Slap me in the head now. She owns the joint.

I didn't comment. What could I say?

He picked up his jacket and pulled it on. "Ya. Her father left it to her in his will. He died like a couple of months ago. It was in the family for like fifty years or......".

He stopped talking and I felt a hand on the back of my sweater. I stopped walking and turned to face him.

He was angry now. He eyes flashing blazes as he continued around me. "Nice Faith. Really nice." He spat at me as he pushed open the door and left me standing speechless.

"What the..." I turned around, trying to see what had made him so angry.

My own question was answered as I looked at my reflection in the diner window at the large writing on the back of my sweatshirt.

FDNY.