"You've been pretty quiet all day. What's up?" Bobby asked Kim as they
were walking out of the station after their shift. They had worked a day
shift so that Kim could pick up Joey after school and bring him over to see
Jimmy. Bobby had offered to work the switch with her and give her a ride
to the hospital and then home again. Besides, he wanted to check out a
certain nurse while he was there.
"Nothing," Kim replied absently, looking across the street to see that Bosco's car was there. "Must be getting ready to start his shift," she thought to herself.
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She thought back to that morning when they woke up together. She hadn't been able to concentrate on making love with him last night. He was good about it, said he understood, but she didn't believe him. She slept fitfully, unable to forget what Jimmy had said to her the night before he was shot. She remembered lying there, watching Bosco sleep until she finally got up, afraid of waking him with her restlessness. He'd finally woke up at 7:00 and reached for her only to find that he was alone. He pulled on his pants and walked out to find her in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee and staring out the window.
"What's wrong, Kim?" he'd asked her. She hadn't heard him come out and she jumped slightly at his voice behind her. "Are you still upset about last night? I'm okay, Kim. If not, I would've had someone call you if I couldn't do it myself," he explained again to her.
"I know," she said, turning and placing a hand on the side of his face. "It's nothing. I just couldn't sleep and I didn't want to keep you awake," she said to him, not knowing if she should tell him that Jimmy had come over the night before to ask her if there was a chance that they could get back together. "I'm sorry about last night," she said to him. "I was just really stressed, I guess," she half-lied to him.
"It's okay," he said, kissing her neck from behind and looking out at the sunny day.
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"Kim!" Bobby called to her again, bringing her back to the present. She looked over at him. "Are you coming or are you gonna just stand there all afternoon?" Bobby said, with a confused look on his face. He had told her he'd give her a ride over to pick up Joey and bring them to the hospital and back home when they were finished visiting Jimmy.
"Could you do me a really big favor, Bobby?" she asked him.
"Sure," he said. "What is it?"
"Um. could you pick up Joey from my Mom's and bring him over to see Jimmy?" she said quickly.
"What? Aren't you going over to see him?" Bobby asked. "He was asking for you last night and you left before you talked to him."
"I know. Brooke was there. It wasn't right for me to be there with him," she answered defensively.
"Of course it was right for you to be there. You're the mother of his child. His ex-wife," Bobby said.
"It's more complicated than that, Bobby," she said, looking away and he immediately knew she wasn't telling him something.
"What happened, Kim?" He asked her, taking her by the arm and turning her to face him.
"I don't know if I should talk about it," Kim said, averting his eyes.
"Kim, what happened?" he asked again. She paused for a moment and looked toward the police station again, where Bosco was working. "Kimmy," Bobby urged her.
"The night before he got shot." she started and then stopped, tears springing to her eyes. Bobby looked at her for a moment while she regained her composure. "He came over to my apartment really late," she said, looking at Bobby and seeing the look on his face. "Nothing happened, Bobby," she said quickly. "Nothing. He said he wanted to know if he should marry Brooke."
"What?!" Bobby said, shocked. "He wanted to know if YOU thought HE should marry BROOKE?" he repeated to her.
She just nodded. "He told me that if I told him there was a chance that we'd get back together, he wouldn't marry her," she said.
"Oh man," Bobby said. "What'd you tell him?" Bobby said, not really sure he wanted to know.
"I made him leave. I didn't tell him anything, but he could see that I was upset," Kim said, a tear falling down her face. "Bobby, I don't know whether I should tell Bosco."
"Well, if Jimmy said he definitely wanted to get back together, what would you do, Kim?" he asked her.
"Nothing," Kim replied absently, looking across the street to see that Bosco's car was there. "Must be getting ready to start his shift," she thought to herself.
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She thought back to that morning when they woke up together. She hadn't been able to concentrate on making love with him last night. He was good about it, said he understood, but she didn't believe him. She slept fitfully, unable to forget what Jimmy had said to her the night before he was shot. She remembered lying there, watching Bosco sleep until she finally got up, afraid of waking him with her restlessness. He'd finally woke up at 7:00 and reached for her only to find that he was alone. He pulled on his pants and walked out to find her in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee and staring out the window.
"What's wrong, Kim?" he'd asked her. She hadn't heard him come out and she jumped slightly at his voice behind her. "Are you still upset about last night? I'm okay, Kim. If not, I would've had someone call you if I couldn't do it myself," he explained again to her.
"I know," she said, turning and placing a hand on the side of his face. "It's nothing. I just couldn't sleep and I didn't want to keep you awake," she said to him, not knowing if she should tell him that Jimmy had come over the night before to ask her if there was a chance that they could get back together. "I'm sorry about last night," she said to him. "I was just really stressed, I guess," she half-lied to him.
"It's okay," he said, kissing her neck from behind and looking out at the sunny day.
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"Kim!" Bobby called to her again, bringing her back to the present. She looked over at him. "Are you coming or are you gonna just stand there all afternoon?" Bobby said, with a confused look on his face. He had told her he'd give her a ride over to pick up Joey and bring them to the hospital and back home when they were finished visiting Jimmy.
"Could you do me a really big favor, Bobby?" she asked him.
"Sure," he said. "What is it?"
"Um. could you pick up Joey from my Mom's and bring him over to see Jimmy?" she said quickly.
"What? Aren't you going over to see him?" Bobby asked. "He was asking for you last night and you left before you talked to him."
"I know. Brooke was there. It wasn't right for me to be there with him," she answered defensively.
"Of course it was right for you to be there. You're the mother of his child. His ex-wife," Bobby said.
"It's more complicated than that, Bobby," she said, looking away and he immediately knew she wasn't telling him something.
"What happened, Kim?" He asked her, taking her by the arm and turning her to face him.
"I don't know if I should talk about it," Kim said, averting his eyes.
"Kim, what happened?" he asked again. She paused for a moment and looked toward the police station again, where Bosco was working. "Kimmy," Bobby urged her.
"The night before he got shot." she started and then stopped, tears springing to her eyes. Bobby looked at her for a moment while she regained her composure. "He came over to my apartment really late," she said, looking at Bobby and seeing the look on his face. "Nothing happened, Bobby," she said quickly. "Nothing. He said he wanted to know if he should marry Brooke."
"What?!" Bobby said, shocked. "He wanted to know if YOU thought HE should marry BROOKE?" he repeated to her.
She just nodded. "He told me that if I told him there was a chance that we'd get back together, he wouldn't marry her," she said.
"Oh man," Bobby said. "What'd you tell him?" Bobby said, not really sure he wanted to know.
"I made him leave. I didn't tell him anything, but he could see that I was upset," Kim said, a tear falling down her face. "Bobby, I don't know whether I should tell Bosco."
"Well, if Jimmy said he definitely wanted to get back together, what would you do, Kim?" he asked her.
