Bosco pov:
I couldn't keep my eyes off Faith. I wanted to hate her. The fact that she had refused to help me after I SAVED HER LIFE and threw myself in front of that window and took those bullets and...and... got this awful scar. I wanted to resent that she had become a detective and stolen the chance for us to ever be 55 David again. I was just so mad. But there she was, affirming my ability as an officer with her simple statement that she didn't need to ask me if I touched anything, that she trusted me even though she wasn't by my side, that I could be a good cop without her. She could always do that, make me feel so proud of who I am, she was the only one.
So I stared at her. She was really good. She was thorough and careful and looked really hot in those pants...oh, I mean she did a good job. I found this overwhelming need to be near her, I watched every move she made until she left to go upstairs and even then, before I could stop myself, I was bounding in the house and making my way up the staircase. She didn't even have to turn, she knew it was me. We talked like we used to, she never treated me as just a beat cop watching over the scene.
Later we went to that place, that "dracula meet-up" where they repeatedly mentioned my scar. For the first time I felt so foolish that I walked around all day pretending it wasn't there and expecting everyone else to do the same. I just wasn't ready to expose it, I hoped that Faith understood and didn't think I was, I don't know, dumb. But why should I care? Why should I give a damn about what she thinks of how I look or what my emotional state is? I am like, I don' t know, through with her. We obviously won't be partners anymore and I think it would be way to weird to just, you know, hang out with Faith. Or would it?
I was in the shower, and I know what you are thinking, "oh course he is thinking about a hot woman and what he wants to do with her in the shower" but that wasn't it, not tonight anyway. Tonight I was thinking about going out to dinner with Faith. Not like, oh let's stop for a burger in uniform and I am so hungry I think we should turn on the sirens in the RMP to get to the restaurant quicker. No, tonight I was thinking about asking her to eat with me sometime after work. Or perhaps one day when we had the night off I could go by and pick her up in my car and we could have spent time getting ready and, I don't know, I guess have a date. I imagined us laughing it up in the restaurant and walking to get ice cream afterwards and it just seemed so right. It is kind of weird, I have had thoughts about Faith in pure sexual ways before, and I assumed that since I was a man and Fred was a man he would have understood and I didn't have to confess any sort of foul play. However tonight, even though she remained completely clothed in all my thoughts, I realized that what I wanted to do with her would have been cheating if she were still married to that jag off. I wanted to be near Faith, and spend time with Faith, now if only I could work up the nerve to convince her.