Bosco was driving Faith home after a long shift. It was cold and rainy and they were both chilled to the bone from it.

"Bos, can you turn the heat up a little?" Faith asked him, shaking off a chill.

"It's up all the way," he said, checking the levers again. "It's gonna take a few more minutes for it to heat up all the way in here."

"We'll be at my apartment by then," she said, sarcastically.

"So, maybe I should have let you walk home in the rain," he replied back, just as sarcastically. He could feel her stare on him even though he wasn't looking at her. "What?!" he asked, innocently, but somewhat agitated.

"You know, you've been a jerk the whole night, Bos. What's the problem?" she asked.

"Nothin'. No problem. And I have NOT been a jerk all night," he said indignantly, swearing as someone in the lane next to him flew through a large puddle swamping his car. He had to slow down until the wipers caught up with the water that was poured over his windshield. "What an ass!" he yelled out to the driver who was already gone.

"Bos, something's up. I can tell just by the look on your face," she persisted. She knew that pushing him would eventually make him spill it. "So, just tell me and be done with it."

"Faith, stop being so nosy. There's nothing wrong," he insisted, as the car sputtered and stalled. "Shit!" he said, coasting to the side of the road. He tried a few times to re-start the car. He popped the hood lever, pulled his hood up and swiftly got out of the car, slamming the door behind him.

"Perfect," Faith mumbled to herself as she watched him checking under the hood through the crack between the hood and the car.

He tinkered a few more minutes and then called to her, "Try it now!" She reached over and turned the key and the engine almost started. He tinkered with something else and told her to try it again. This time, the engine fired and Bosco returned to the car, dripping from the downpour outside.

"All fixed?" Faith said.

"Obviously," he replied back to her.

"You know what!? Fine! Don't tell me, but I'm walking home from here and when I'm not at work tomorrow because I have pneumonia, maybe you'll come to the hospital and tell me why you're being such an ass!" she yelled, opening the door and getting out of the car. She walked about half a block before Bosco caught up to her with the car. He reached over and opened the door.

"Faith, get in the car!" he yelled out to her. She stopped and looked at him.

"Are you gonna tell me what crawled up your ass?" she asked him.

"Alright, just get in! I don't want to listen to Fred when you get sick!" he said, finally giving in. She walked over and got in the car. She sat sort of sideways in the seat looking at him, waiting for him to tell her what was going on. He let out a big sigh, reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jewelry box. "I'm having dinner with Kim tonight," he said, pausing to look at the box. "And I'm gonna give her this," he said, handing the box over to Faith.

Faith's eyes lit up and she said, "Turn on the light!" She opened the box, as Bosco turned on the dome light of the car. "Oh, Bos! It's beautiful! Does she know this is coming?"

"Well, we talked about a while ago and we both agreed to think seriously about it. I'm done thinking," Bosco said, matter-of-factly.

"Yeah?" was all she could say for a moment as she looked at the ring. "Well, I think she'll love it, Bos. And I'm really happy for you both," she said, her eyes welling up.

"Faith! Don't start crying," he said.

"So, this is what you were nervous about all night?" she asked him, closing the box and handing it back to him.

"What if she says no?" he said, voicing his concerns.

"I don't think she will, Bos. You said you both talked about it and both decided it was a good idea. So, as long as nothing's changed between the two of you, then go for it," she said, offering her advice. Bosco thought for a moment then pulled the car away from the curb to continue on to Faith's apartment without saying anything. Faith had butterflies for him. "Please don't let him get hurt," she thought to herself, hoping that Kim did feel the same way as Bosco. "He needs to be happy finally."

"Well, here you go," Bosco said, pulling up to the curb in front of her building.

"You wanna come up and get dried off?" she offered.

"Nah. I'm gonna go home and get showered and changed. I'm picking up Kim at the firehouse and then we're going for a late dinner."

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow. Good luck," she said, leaning over and giving him a hug.

"Thanks. I'll talk to you tomorrow," he said as she closed the door. He watched her get safely into her building and pulled away heading home.