"Hey Rose," Kim greeted sitting down at the bar.

"Hi sweetie. Where's Maurice?"

"He got held up writing a report. I told him to meet me here and bummed a ride from Doc who lives about three blocks away."

"That was nice of him," Rose smiled. "What can I get you?"

"Something to eat. I'm starving."

"I'll get you a burger."

"Thanks Rose," Kim smiled. She drummed her fingers on the counter as she waited for her food and looked up in surprise when one of the waitresses set down a drink. "Becky? What's this?"

"A Shirley Temple."

"What?" Kim laughed. "I don't think I've had one of these since I was seventeen."

"Well, tell it to the guy who sent it to you."

"Guy? Did you tell this guy I'm married to the boss' son?"

"I did but he flashed a badge and said it was for old times' sake."

"What? Where is he?"

"Back table, right corner."

Kim turned around and started laughing. The guy in question got up and headed over towards her. "Some things never change," she said when he got close enough to hear her.

John Clark Jr. smiled at her. It was the same smile he'd given her when he asked her out in tenth grade. "Hey Kimmy."

"What are you doing here?" she gave him a hug.

"Having a beer."

"No, I mean I thought you'd be out at a bar closer to the old neighborhood," she gestured for him to take a seat.

"I moved and this is closer," he sat down. "Although I do have very fond memories of that place."

"You should. It was the only place Mom would let you take me without a chaperone. I think it was because of Mrs. O'Hara and the fact that she promised that she'd keep an eye on us."

John laughed.

"Here you go sweetie," Rose set some food down in front of Kim.

"I thought the kitchen was closed," John said.

"Not to family."

"Family?" John looked at Kim.

Kim held out her left hand. "About two years ago, her son made me legal."

"Now that you mention it, your mom did say something last time I ran into her. He's a cop right?"

"Over at the 5-5," Kim nodded.

"They've got some good cops out there."

"Why thank you. They have some pretty good cops at the 15th too," she smiled. "Rose? Do you think you could get my old friend here some food?"

"Any friend of Kim's, even when I don't know their name, is a friend of mine," Rose smiled.

"I'm sorry. Rose Boscorelli, John Clark."

"Nice to meet you Rose," John shook her hand.

"Likewise. Burger okay?"

"Sounds perfect," John nodded.

"Be right back."

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Bosco entered the bar and looked around for Kim. He narrowed his eyes when he found her. She was at the bar laughing at what the guy next to her was saying. The guy was vaguely familiar but he still didn't like the fact that his wife looked so comfortable sitting there.

He headed over. "Hey. Sorry I'm so late," he said leaning over and kissing Kim.

"Mmm," Kim sighed when he pulled away. She didn't think she'd ever tire of kissing Maurice. "That's okay," she said in a more normal voice when she came down from her high. "I had an old friend to keep me company. Maurice Boscorelli, this is John Clark. John this is my husband Maurice. John and I went to high school together."

"Good to meet you," Bosco said, giving him the once over and then shaking his hand.

"You too," John nodded before he checked his watch. "Speaking of late, I better go. I'm supposed to meet Rita at her place in twenty minutes," he signaled for Rose.

She came over. "Hi Baby."

"Hi Ma," Bosco took a seat on the other side of Kim.

"Can I get a bill Rose?"

"You drink for free when you drink with my daughter-in-law."

"Well I'll have to drink with her more often," John smiled. He gave Kim a hug. "It was good to see you Kim."

"You too. Tell your dad I said hi and I hope he enjoys his retirement. God knows he earned it."

"I will. You tell your mom and Mel I said hi."

"Will do."

John looked beyond Kim to Bosco. "Maurice, it was nice to meet you. I'm sure I'll see you again."

"I'm sure you will," Bosco nodded.

"Bye," Kim said. Once John was out of sight she turned back to Bosco. "Go ahead."

"What?" Bosco played dumb.

"I know you wanna ask, so go ahead."

"I don't wanna ask anything. But if you want to tell me something, I wouldn't object to hearing it," he smiled charmingly.

"He was a childhood friend, we went out most of tenth and eleventh grade, and he was the first guy I ever slept with. Anything else you wanna know?"

"First love?"

"Yes," Kim nodded.

Bosco nodded.

"Hey."

"Hmm?" He looked at her.

"You remember what you told me in regards to my jealousy over Reyes and Cruz?"

"Yeah."

"Same thing applies here. He was a friend, a first love. Something I'll never have again and someone who will always have a special place in my history. You are my last love," she took his hand. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he smiled. "I'm being stupid."

"Yeah but that's okay. It's kinda sweet."

"Is it a turn on?"

"Why don't you take me home and find out?"

"Let's go."