"It's cold out here," Kim handed Bosco a cup of coffee she'd gotten at the small coffee shop next to the hotel while he'd put the boys to bed. She'd come back to find him sitting on a lounge chair outside on the small patio.

"Thanks," he smiled as she settled in between his legs and leaned back against him. Her own coffee was on the small table next to the chair. He put his next to it and wrapped his arms around her. "We can go inside," he whispered.

"No, I like it out here. It's quiet. I like that."

Bosco pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "You looked kind of thoughtful at dinner tonight. What were you thinking about?"

"Thanksgiving."

"Kim, it's a few months away. I doubt you need to worry about it."

"Haha," she said dryly. "No, I was thinking about the Thanksgiving right after we started going out. You remember? We were both working."

"I remember spending most of the night in a restaurant with an emotionally unstable guy and his completely screwed up family. Why?"

"Because I remember being in the middle of the street singing along with some drunk guy on top of a car just so he'd let us help him. I guess the diner had a customer that was a show tune fan tonight because it was playing over the jukebox."

"You okay?"

Kim nodded. "Yeah," she looked at him. "I am. Really, okay? There are just some things that will always stay with me and always be in the back of my mind." She looked down for a minute. "Don't be mad?"

"I'm not."

"No. Last week, after I'd gotten Joey to school and Johnny to my mom's, I went to Riker's."

"Why?"

"I wanted to see Mikey."

"What?"

"Yeah. I don't really know why. I just knew I wanted to let him know that he was gonna be okay. He actually listened to me. I promised I'd send him books or something if he wanted me too. He said he'd like it if you came out to see him. I said I'd try as long as he didn't attack you. He said he wouldn't."

Bosco nodded. "I'll think about it."

"Good."

"What else?"

"What?"

"You're not done," he played with her hair.

"I really think you can read my mind," she teased.

He smiled.

"After I left I headed to work. I had some time so I got off a few blocks from the house and walked in. On the way I just started thinking. I wondered if he even knew. You hear things sometimes but who knows if he's even still in New York."

"Matty?"

Kim nodded, "Yeah." She closed her eyes. "It's been a year since he died and the last thing Bobby heard about him was right before Jimmy was shot. An old friend told him that Matty was panhandling at Grand Central."

Bosco tightened his embrace and Kim rested her head against his shoulder.

"Bobby and I had more in common then I knew," Bosco said quietly.

"He liked you. He never expected me to hook up with you but he knew you made me happy and for that he liked you."

"He was a good guy."

"Yes he was," Kim agreed quietly. "Geez, I'm depressing."

"No, you're not," Bosco assured her.

"Yeah, I am," she smiled a little. "What did you and Faith talk about before?"

"When I'm back on duty, we're gonna go back to being partners."

"Good. That's good. I like knowing you're out there together."

"Why?"

"Cause I trust Faith to watch your back and I trust you to watch hers. She's your best friend Bos. And while a small, tiny, insignificant part of me is a teeny bit jealous, I know that there's always gonna be a part of you that she'll always have a claim on."

"Kim-"

"Don't," she stopped him. "I know what it is to have that kind of trust with someone. I had it with Bobby."

"I know," he kissed the top of her head. "I know you're right. I also know that there's a part of you that Bobby will always have a claim on, no matter what happens. Doesn't mean I like it."

Kim laughed. "I love you Maurice, you know that?"

"Yes, I do. I also know how lucky I am that you do. I knew that last night when you came out of the bathroom. You looked like a drowned rat but you were still the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen."

Kim giggled. "Thank you, I think." She sat up a little and looked at him. "Let's go to bed."

"You tired?"

"No," Kim smiled slyly.

"Good, me neither."