Bosco opened and closed the door quietly behind him. He turned the deadbolt and hung his jacket on the hook near the door, placing his keys in the bowl on the table in the hallway. He expected everyone to be asleep, but was surprised when he saw that Kim was half sitting and half lying on the couch, sleeping with her head resting on her arm. He watched her for a moment, but she must have felt someone watching her and woke up.

Bosco saw her jump when she caught sight of his figure in the dark. "It's me, Babe. I'm sorry. I just like watching you sleep sometimes," Bosco said.

"Hey you. I was waiting for you. Tough night?" she asked him, sitting up and motioning for him to come and sit next to her.

Bosco sat on the couch with a heavy sigh. "Yeah, pretty bad," he said, massaging his temples.

"Headache?"

"Yeah, a monster," he replied. Kim got up and got him some Tylenol and a glass of water. She returned to the couch and waited for him to take them.

"I figured. You didn't sound good on the phone earlier. Want to talk about it?" she said, turning to start massaging his shoulders. She couldn't believe how tensed up he was.

"I don't know. I don't like bringing this crap home," he said, closing his eyes and feeling some of the tenseness being worked out of his shoulders and neck.

She saw some of the frown lines start to fade and said, "Why don't you lie down and put your head on my lap. I'll rub your temples. That always helps, right?"

He smiled and opened one eye to look at her. "How do you remember all the stuff that I like? I feel like I don't know half of what to do to make you feel better."

"You're doin' just fine as far as I'm concerned. Anyone that could pull me through losing Bobby knows exactly what to do," she said as he settled on the couch and put his head in her lap and looked up at her.

She started to rub his temples and he closed his eyes again. "So?" she said.

"How's the bambino?" he asked, changing the subject.

"The bambino's fine. You're changing the subject. It might help to talk about it. I really don't mind, you know. You've listened to my whining enough," she said.

"I know. I'll get there. Let me just catch up, okay?"

"Mmmm. Whatever you need to do. I'm not goin' anywhere," she said, feeling him start to unwind. "Did you eat? Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, we grabbed a quick bite. I'm fine. How'd Joey do at his ball game today? Sorry I missed it. Was he really upset?" he asked. He and Faith had planned on taking their dinner break early so that they'd get to see a few innings of Joey's game, but then stuff at work hit the fan and they ran all night long.

"He missed you, but he understands. Jimmy made it this time. He did really well, but he wants to tell you about it. They won," she said in a whisper as if she didn't want Joey to know that she was telling him.

"He's a great kid," Bosco said. Suddenly, he reached up and took hold of her hands and looked at her. "He's okay, right? I mean, he's got good friends and he's doing good in school, right?" he said.

"Yeah, Baby. He's fine. What happened at work, Bos?" she asked, getting concerned at just what he saw that made him act this way. She'd never seen anything at work affect him like this.

"We talk to him enough, right? About drugs and alcohol. He knows how dangerous they are?"

"Maurice. What is it? What happened tonight?" Kim asked him softly.

Bosco looked past Kim up to the ceiling and thought for a minute. "We got this call for a sick person inside this abandoned apartment building. Me and Faith, Sully and Davis, and Doc and Carlos got there. We had our flashlights out and we were looking around and then we found them," he said.

"Them?" Kim said, urging him to continue.

"Kim, it was a whole room full of OD's. There had to have been ten people there. All dead, most of them with the needles still in their arms," he said, and she could feel him start to tense up again.

"That's awful, but you've seen that before, Bos. What was different this time?"

"Nothing about that. I mean, I felt bad and all, but they knew what they were messing with, right? They knew the risks. Anyway, these kinds of things started happening all over the precinct and we found out that it's this new drug on the street - China Red. It's like double or triple strength and people can't take it. Normally, it doesn't bother me. I mean, let 'em do whatever they want to do, but-" he broke off again.

"But what?" she asked.

"Then we got a call to the park later on. The other side of the park where Joey had his ball game. There was this kid - Joey's age - layin' on the ground with a group of kids standing around him. Faith and I got there first and we ran up to ask the kids if he fell and hit his head or something. You'll never believe it, Kim," he said, looking at her. His eyes were wet.

"The kid took some of the drug, right?" Kim said and Bosco nodded.

"He and his friends found it and wanted to see what it was. He was dead, Kim. No breathing, no heartbeat. We got the Automatic Electronic Defibrillator out of the trunk and we shocked him right before Doc and Carlos got there. It didn't work the first time and I thought, 'we're too late. This kid's gone.' But, then we shocked him again and we got a rhythm. We could hear his heart beating and we saw his chest going up and down when he took a breath." he said, this time with a slight smile at remembering the feeling of bringing the boy back.

"That's great. Is that the first time you got to use the AED?" Kim asked him.

He nodded yes and then he frowned again. "But, what if the kid fried his brain? What if we brought him back so he just lays there in a bed all day and night for the rest of his life just because of some 'stupid kid curiosity'?" he said, putting his hands on the small, growing mound of Kim's stomach where his son or daughter remained safe and warm and out of harm's way.

"We talked to Joey enough, right Kimmy?" he said again.

"Yeah, Bos. We did and we do. He's a good kid. He knows better. I'm sure of it. And we'll do the same with this one," she said, covering his hands with her own. "I promise."

They stayed there together in the dark for a few more minutes and then finally Bosco sat up. "C'mon, let's put the bambino to bed," he said, extending his hand to help his wife up off the couch.

"Let's go show him or her how much we love each other," she said and they walked down the hallway to their bedroom, stopping to look in on Joey.