Disclaimer: I don't own Third Watch. Please don't sue. I don't have any money. And, to clarify the last chapter: After an extremely emotionally draining day, like the one Faith had, it is not unusual for two people to seek comfort from each other. The part of the chapter where Faith and Bos make love is essential, in my opinion, to the end of that chapter. For the person who reviewed and didn't leave their name but thought that it was very unlikely that it would happen, I have to say that I disagree. It happens all the time and there is nothing like having that one person who you can turn to in a time of grief. It wasn't sex. It was love and comfort. Now, to all the rest of you who have faithfully reviewed and said great things, I thank you. It is for all of you that I continue to write these stories and without your comments and support, I wouldn't be writing at all!

A Little Piece of Heaven

Chapter 24

For weeks after the death's of Fred and the kids, Faith lied in bed. She didn't eat, didn't sleep and barely said a word. She cried constantly and with each passing day I felt her growing angrier and angrier at the world that had taken away her loved ones.

I didn't blame her; I was angry myself and had a hard time dealing with the fact that Emily and Charlie were gone. I just didn't know how to help her. Between work and trying to be of some comfort to Faith, there wasn't enough time in the day to take a breather for myself. I ate, slept and breathed her grief, her anger and her frustration and it was starting to wear me down.

She wouldn't take any calls or visitors, not even from her own parents, which left me with the responsibility of taking care of everything. I cooked her meals, which she didn't eat; I did all of our laundry and cleaned, while stopping every ten minutes to see if she was ok. As a result, I actually found myself happy to be going to work. There, I could take out my frustrations on the junkies and murderers and all-round scum bags that we dealt with. Although, Lieu had been patient with both Faith and I, he had threatened to make me take some time off if I didn't cut back on my physical violence toward the perps. That actually scared me; thinking about taking time off. That meant that Faith and I would have to be together twenty-four hours a day and the idea didn't set will with me.

I knew I loved Faith more than life itself, but I didn't know how to tell her that I needed some space without being an insensitive clod. How was I supposed to tell her to get over it and learn to move on? Her kids were dead and there was no bringing them back. I knew in my heart that this was going to be a long process that could take months, if not years for her to get over and I didn't know if I was equipped to take care of her.

She had already lost about fifteen pounds in five weeks and she was pale and weak. Getting her to eat a bowl of soup was a small victory for me even though most times she threw it back up. It seemed there was nothing I could do to make things better and I ended up blaming myself for it. She probably deserved better and didn't even know it. I made up my mind to talk to her as soon as I was done my shift. I would end up blowing things out of proportion or saying things I didn't mean if things didn't start to get better. So, why was it that I felt like a complete asshole?

As I stood in the empty locker room, contemplating my demise, the door suddenly burst open and Ty came lumbering in. He walked directly past me to his locker and gave it a mighty kick. I turned around, shocked to see such an outburst from the usually laid back officer.

"Davis, what's up with you?"

"NOTHING!" He snarled, opening the door and peering inside. Not finding what he was looking for, he snapped shut and leaned back, running his hands through his short black hair.

"Ya? Well it don't look like nothin' to me. Havin' a tantrum are you?"

His head snapped up. "Who asked you, Bosco? You walk around here like an asshole everyday, kicking stuff and going on, so just mind your business".

I snorted and turned my back to him and continued to get dressed. "Whatever."

I felt a little guilty for not being nicer to him at that moment. He'd been really good to Faith and I and we were starting to become buddies of some sort. He'd called a few times and even brought over food once. I was just so stressed out that I'd taken the first opportunity to make a snotty remark.

I finished getting dressed and looked over at him. He was still standing against the lockers, his head in his hands. His shoulders were slumped and he looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"Hey, Ty?"

He didn't even look up. "What?"

"You wanna go and grab a beer and talk about it?" I asked, not sure if it was the right thing to do.

He sucked in a deep breath and brought his hands down to his sides. He turned back to his locker and started to change into his street clothes.

"Ya. I could really use that right about now. Oh, and Bos....sorry for snapping at you". He fumbled over his apology.

"No problem. I'm feeling a little snippy myself today." I answered back, almost uncomfortable with this new buddy talk. It seemed almost feminine to talk to another guy like that.

We finished getting dressed and headed out to my mustang. It was a nice evening, not too hot, just a light breeze. I was looking forward to just grabbing a beer and maybe having a game of pool. I was glad for the company and decided that maybe I'd have to do this more often.

We climbed into the car and headed toward Haggerty's. Ty was quiet for the whole ride and didn't say two words. I'd never seen him so upset and it was kind of curious as to what his dilemma was. I'd been concentrating on Faith for so long, it was kind of a nice break to have another topic to discuss.

I put the car into park and opened my door. I looked over at Ty, who made no attempt to get out.

"Davis, you comin' or what?"

He looked over at me and opened his mouth to speak and nothing came out.

"Davis, you ok?" I asked, sliding back into my seat.

He shook his head. "I don't know how it happened". He said, slowly, as if trying to figure out something complex.

"What happened?"

"It was an accident".

"Davis, what are you talking about?" I asked, afraid that he was gonna tell me he had some terminal illness or something.

"Sasha."

"What happened to Sasha?" I pressed, getting a little annoyed with this guessing game. Spit it out already.

"She's pregnant." He confessed, running his hands over his mouth, as if to stop himself from saying anything further.

"Pregnant? Well, that's great, isn't it" I said, happy for him.

He just looked at me. Tears welled up in his eyes, letting me know that it wasn't a good thing.

"She doesn't want it. She's gonna get an abortion."

TBC