I started to turn around and head for the door. There was no way I was going to talk to this clown. What more could happen with my day? It had already been ruined and the last thing I wanted to do was sit down with the very reason I was sour.

"Bosco, come here!" Jimmy nearly shouted, causing different customers to turn and stare. Some with approval, after seeing what he looked like, others not approving at all. One lady put her finger to lips and shushed him.

I rolled my eyes and turned back to him. I really wasn't in the mood, but at the risk of the customers complaining about some of the things I could have and should have said, I walked over to his table to see what the jerk wanted.

If I wasn't dressed for the occasion, he certainly was. He had on a pair of dressy slacks and a red button down shirt with some Doc Martins. It kind of took of off guard to see him dressed so stylish. We didn't usually see each other dressed in anything other than our uniforms or our jeans and t-shirts. The way he was dressed made him look like a male model. It made me sick.

"What do you want Dorhety? I hope you aren't gonna ask me out or somethin." I deadpanned as I pulled a chair out and sat down across from him.

He laughed and ran his hand through his dark hair. "Pretty good, huh"? He asked, with a mock superiority I had come to know as his entire personality. "But I wouldn't give you the satisfaction".

"Like I said: What do you want? And why did you want to meet me here?"

He leaned forward on the table, his elbows resting comfortably on top.

"I saw your girlfriend outside of the station the other day and she told me about her place. I thought I'd check it out again. She's done a lot of work to it in the last couple of years. It's a nice a place as any to talk, dontcha think?"

It was my turn to lean forward. It made me instantly jealous to think that he knew my girlfriend. I could think of at least three or four times that we were in the presence of each other and both acted like they had never met before.

The more I thought about it, in that few seconds, I realized that they had met quite a few times and the first time they were introduced, they had barely even looked at one another. Come to think of it, they had never even spoken in my presence.

"How do you know Sarah"?

He blushed and looked away for a second before answering me. My heart was thumping like a tin drum in my chest. I knew what was coming next. I chewed on my bottom lip, hoping he wasn't going to tell me that he used to date her.

"We used to date." He said, as casually as he would answer a question from a stranger. But I was no stranger to him. It was common knowledge that Sarah and I had been dating for a while. He knew that. He knew how to push my buttons. That's what he knew.

I felt my stomach knot with anger. He was acting so cavalier about the fact that he dated her, I knew it was to get under my skin. It was under. Way under.

This felt like Nicole all over again. I had to hear it from everyone else how she had slept around. Not that Sarah had slept around, but why hadn't she told me she used to date Jimmy? This had deja vu written all over it. I remember the day I had confronted Nicole about sleeping around. Faith had tried to talk me out of it but I had to do it. I couldn't stand the fact that every guy in our precinct knew more about my girlfriend than me. This was the same; only worse. It was Jimmy Dorhety. The guy who I pretty much hated and competed with for years over everything. She had been with Jimmy. Now, he'd slept with the only two girls I'd ever cared about. It made me want to punch the face right off of him.

Upon closer inspection, I saw that someone had already beaten me to it. His nose was swollen. Something that had gone unnoticed because of the darkness of the room.

"What happened to your nose? You look like a clown". I said, changing the subject before I really lost it on him.

Again he chuckled and brought his hand up to touch it gingerly. "Oh, that. Uh, Faith got into a little altercation with a street vendor this morning and I got into the middle of it and she head butted me and broke my nose"

I snorted. "Yokas broke your nose"? "Bet ya deserved it". I said under my breath.

Jimmy leaned forward again. "What's that?"

Just then, Sarah came out from the back room carrying a case of wine. She smiled at me and set in down on the counter of the bar before coming over to our table. She looked amazing in her black slip dress with her high heel's. Her hair was done up with some lose ends over her forehead and sides. Her red lips bright as her eyes. I felt my knees go weak, as they did every time I saw her. But this time it was from hurt and anger.

"Well, if it isn't the two sexiest guys in New York". She teased as she leaned down to kiss me. Just what I needed to hear to bring me around the bend. I turned my head and her kiss landed on my cheek.

She stepped back, embarrassed by my gesture. She glanced over at Jimmy. In my opinion, they communicated silently as to the situation at hand. He nodded his head ever so slightly, as if to tell her to back off, and she did. She picked up Jimmy's empty beer bottle and rolled it back and forth in her palms. What was this secret communication all about? What were they doing? Making a club?

"You want anything Bos"?

"Beer. No. Actually I want three shots of J.D. and a girlfriend who doesn't lie to me." I said coldly, hoping to hurt her as much as she had hurt me.

She turned and walked away. Hurt, but dignified. The way those kind of girls act. I had her and she knew it. Part of me wanted her to turn around and deny that she had dated Jimmy. I wanted her to tell me he was a liar. That he was just saying that to make me jealous and crazy. Well, he had succeeded in both.

"And keep em comin".

She stopped and turned back to me so I could see what she was feeling. Her brows furrowed when she was hurt or angry and right then I'd say she was a bit of both.

I knew I was being a jerk, but I couldn't help myself. She had lied to me, the way Faith had lied. It made me so jealous to think that Jimmy had slept with her and Faith both. She knew I hated stuff being hid behind my back. Did she think that I couldn't handle it?

I turned my gaze back to Jimmy, who wore a distinct look of disapproval. He shook his head back and forth.

"What?" I demanded.

"You shouldn't treat her like that" he stated simply. Another waitress came over with my shots and a beer for Jimmy.

"Treat her like what? The liar that she is? That you both are?" I fired my words like shots, meant to pierce through his lying skin. I quickly downed all three of my shots.

He pointed his finger at me. Something that I couldn't stand. Nothing in a million years could aggravate me quicker than having a stubby, ignorant ass's finger pointed in my face.

"Liar? What are you talking about? You better watch your words Bosco." he warned. "She isn't someone you can just talk to like that. You think she's gonna stick around for that? She's not that kind of girl". He added as an after thought.

"What kind of girl lies to her boyfriend about important things that this? Were you just not gonna tell me you used to do her? Were the pair of you gonna make me guess?" I spit at him, while I waved my hand to the waitress to bring me another shot.

Sarah was behind the bar, looking very angry. I had never seen her like that and the looks she was giving me made me pretty sure that things wouldn't be the same again.

Jimmy was really starting to lose his cool. That didn't take much, but we were definitely in the wrong place to be making this scene. Still, I couldn't back down.

"I asked you here tonight because I wanted your advice about something, not to listen to you treat a very nice girl like crap because you can't handle the fact that she used to date someone else. Keep it up and you'll be alone" he snapped, as he stood up from his chair and tossed a five dollar bill on the table.

"And what kind of advice did you think you needed, Dorhety?" I asked as I finished my anger builder and clanked my shot glass down on the table so hard it broke.

Jimmy stopped short and turned around. He held his hand up toward Sarah as she stared toward us.

"I wanted to ask you about Faith". He said solemly. "But it's too bad that you can't act like an adult for five minutes, or you'd see I don't have anything for Sarah. It's Faith that I'm interested in." he finished.

"Psshh". I snorted., as I tried to stand up. I was amazed at how quickly the alcohol had effected me.

"Faith just needed to blow off some steam, Dorhety. I'm sure once she woke up she knew what a mistake she made. Just let it go, man. She won't be serious about you, so don't waste your time". I said, hoping to pierce him with my words as he'd pierced me with his.

He winced and leaned over and pulled me out of my chair and set me on my feet. I slapped his hand away and took out my wallet to pay for my misery.

"She won't be serious with me? Right. That's why she spent the afternoon with me and that's why we're going out on a date right after work...and if it all works out, I'll be cooking her breakfast again tomorrow...just like I did today..."

That was it. I had heard about all I could take for one day. I drew back and punched him in his already broken nose. I heard a sickening crack, as the bone crunched beneath my fist. Jimmy started to stumble backward, but grabbed a hold of my t-shirt and hauled me onto the floor with him. We rolled around, grunting and punching.

I could hear the old biddies screaming and gasping with each punch we delivered. I rolled him over and sat on top, delivering blows to his face and head. It seemed to go on forever, the gasping and even pulling of hair.

I could hear Sarah yelling, pleading for us to stop. Then, the pleading turned to cursing, as she watched us pull one of her table cloths onto the floor, along with the china cups and plates.

We must have been at it for a good fifteen minutes, cause I had nothing left to give to the cause. Every bone in my body ached and my energy level was down to zero.

Dishes broke around us, people shouted at us and others simply left without paying their bills. Jimmy had me on my back and was repeatedly punching my head. Blood spurted from my own nose, which I could tell was also broken.

"BREAK IT UP!" A very loud voice yelled at us. Another loud yell, before the black handle of a billy stick connected with Jimmy's arm.

"BREAK IT UP BEFORE I BUST BOTH YOUR HEADS OPEN".

Jimmy rolled off of me and collapsed on the floor beside me, his hands up.

In a swift movement, a dark figure stood over us.

"GET UP, YOU ASSE'S! YOU'RE BOTH SPENDING THE NIGHT IN JAIL!

Good golly, Miss Molly! It was Faith; and she was royally pissed.