"Kim?"

"Mmm?"

"I gotta go to work now."

"Mmm. 'kay," she said drowsily. "I told Mom to call your cell when they got there."

"Okay," Bosco smiled and kissed the top of her head. "Feel better. I'll bring home some chicken soup if I can, okay?"

"Okay. Be safe. It'll be crazy out there tonight with the power out."

"I know. I will," Bosco said, suddenly glad that Melanie's boyfriend had infected her with a nasty cold and that Melanie had in turn infected Kim. He wouldn't have to worry about her being out with all the crazies tonight. She'd be here and safe and the boys were on their way to Florida with Rose and Catherine so they'd be safe too. "I'll see you later."

"Bye," she said before dropping back off to sleep.

Bosco smiled before he let himself out of the apartment, locking the door behind him.

~&~&~&~&~&~&~

"Hey Bos," Ty greeted as Bosco walked over from his parking space.

"Hey. What's up?"

"Nothing," Ty looked over to the firehouse expecting to see Kim. "Where's your girl?"

"Home in bed with a nasty cold. She got it from Mel, or as Kim has been calling her, Typhoid Mary."

Ty grinned. "Wish you were there with her?"

"Actually yeah. Not so much because the apartment's empty as the fact that I could use some sleep myself. We were up late and early getting the boys ready for their trip."

"That's right. They left today, didn't they?"

"Yeah, they'll be back in a few weeks," he said as they headed inside.

"Miss them yet?"

"Since the plane took off this morning," Bosco grinned.

~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~

Bosco breathed deeply as he stood in the ambulance bay. He'd left Emily, Charlie, and Faith alone together, knowing that they needed their time as a family.

Speaking of family, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Kim's, knowing that she'd probably still have it in bed with her.

"Hey you," her sleepy voice said. "Why aren't you home yet?"

"How'd you know it was me?"

"I'm psychic," she teased. "Everything okay?"

"No, not really. But I'll tell you about it when I get home, okay? I should be there soon."

"Bos?"

"I'm okay. It's not me."

"Is it Jimmy?"

"No. And the kids and our mothers are okay too."

"Bosco?"

"I'll be home soon. I love you."

"I love you too."