Bosco had just finished possibly the worst shift of his life. Every
scumbag in New York City had been out in full-force - in his and Faith's
zone. They'd been running from one stupid call to the next. The shift wound
up with a bang - literally - when they took a call for an armed robbery at
the liquor store on Arthur and 145th. They responded to the scene and
approached the store to see an elderly man behind the counter with a gun
pointed at him from a shaky young guy. Faith went around to the back of
the store and when she notified him that she was in position, the both
entered their respective doors.
The shaky man had spun around on Bosco and lifted his weapon to fire. Bosco had to make a split-second decision as to whether to fire on the man before he was fired upon. He didn't think that the man was stupid enough to shoot at a cop, but he didn't look all that stable. At the sound of the shot, Faith came flying in through the back entrance into the store taking in the scene. She was able to come around the counter and tackle the man from behind. After an hour of additional paperwork he was finally home.
He had entered his apartment while in thought about the last call, still hearing the sound of the bullet whizzing past his ear, wondering if his senses were dimming. He put his keys on the table by the door and continued on into the kitchen. He put his off-duty gun up on the shelf in the closet. He removed the small bandage from his cheek and threw it away. He went to the refrigerator to grab a beer. He figured he'd unwind with a late-night ball game on Sports Center. He was in the refrigerator when he suddenly smelled something. He closed the door and took another sniff of the air and then recognized the smell. He opened the beer and walked into the living room and past the television - leaving it off.
He continued on down the hallway and looked at the end of the hall to see a low, flickering light. He passed the bathroom and smelled the familiar floral scent of the bubble bath. "If anyone ever found that stuff in my bathroom, I'd never hear the end of it," he thought to himself as he smiled, approaching the room. He stopped in the doorway and took in the sight before him. He took a long swallow of his beer and set it down on the dresser.
"Excuse me, Ma'am. I must have wondered into the wrong apartment by mistake," he said to the woman in his bed.
"Well, you might as well come in as long as you're here," she replied, pulling down the covers for him. He took in the beautiful sight of her naked body and took in a deep breath. He got undressed and stood next to the bed as she watched.
"Why, Officer! I'm so glad that I dialed 9-1-1. They obviously sent the right man for the job," she said. He lay down alongside of her, nuzzling his nose along her neck, taking in her scent mixed with the scent from the candles that she loved so much. And so it went from there until they both lay next to each other in total exhaustion.
She had felt the tenseness of his muscles at the beginning of their lovemaking, but gradually felt him relax with her. Now, they lay next to each other, Bosco gently stroking her arm, his other arm curled around her, his fingers twisting strands of her hair as he stared up at the ceiling.
"Rough day, Bosco?" she asked him finally, looking at his tired face.
"The worst - until now. I take it Joey's with Jimmy this weekend?" he said, obviously knowing the answer.
"Yeah," Kim replied.
"Perfect timing. I really needed this," he said quietly, closing his eyes and falling into a peaceful sleep with Kim's warmth beside him.
The shaky man had spun around on Bosco and lifted his weapon to fire. Bosco had to make a split-second decision as to whether to fire on the man before he was fired upon. He didn't think that the man was stupid enough to shoot at a cop, but he didn't look all that stable. At the sound of the shot, Faith came flying in through the back entrance into the store taking in the scene. She was able to come around the counter and tackle the man from behind. After an hour of additional paperwork he was finally home.
He had entered his apartment while in thought about the last call, still hearing the sound of the bullet whizzing past his ear, wondering if his senses were dimming. He put his keys on the table by the door and continued on into the kitchen. He put his off-duty gun up on the shelf in the closet. He removed the small bandage from his cheek and threw it away. He went to the refrigerator to grab a beer. He figured he'd unwind with a late-night ball game on Sports Center. He was in the refrigerator when he suddenly smelled something. He closed the door and took another sniff of the air and then recognized the smell. He opened the beer and walked into the living room and past the television - leaving it off.
He continued on down the hallway and looked at the end of the hall to see a low, flickering light. He passed the bathroom and smelled the familiar floral scent of the bubble bath. "If anyone ever found that stuff in my bathroom, I'd never hear the end of it," he thought to himself as he smiled, approaching the room. He stopped in the doorway and took in the sight before him. He took a long swallow of his beer and set it down on the dresser.
"Excuse me, Ma'am. I must have wondered into the wrong apartment by mistake," he said to the woman in his bed.
"Well, you might as well come in as long as you're here," she replied, pulling down the covers for him. He took in the beautiful sight of her naked body and took in a deep breath. He got undressed and stood next to the bed as she watched.
"Why, Officer! I'm so glad that I dialed 9-1-1. They obviously sent the right man for the job," she said. He lay down alongside of her, nuzzling his nose along her neck, taking in her scent mixed with the scent from the candles that she loved so much. And so it went from there until they both lay next to each other in total exhaustion.
She had felt the tenseness of his muscles at the beginning of their lovemaking, but gradually felt him relax with her. Now, they lay next to each other, Bosco gently stroking her arm, his other arm curled around her, his fingers twisting strands of her hair as he stared up at the ceiling.
"Rough day, Bosco?" she asked him finally, looking at his tired face.
"The worst - until now. I take it Joey's with Jimmy this weekend?" he said, obviously knowing the answer.
"Yeah," Kim replied.
"Perfect timing. I really needed this," he said quietly, closing his eyes and falling into a peaceful sleep with Kim's warmth beside him.
