Kim put her keys down on the hall table before she locked the door behind her. She could hear the low sound of the TV as she took off her jacket and walked into the living room.

"Hey, you're up," she said to Bosco.

He looked up. "Yeah. I couldn't sleep."

"Hmm," Kim took a seat beside him and kissed him. "You look like you had about as good a day as I did."

"I'm sorry your day was that bad," Bosco smiled a little. "How's Davis?"

"He's fine. He just got the wind knocked out of him. Is there any dinner left?"

"Yeah. We had lasagna."

"Your mom's recipe?" Kim asked hopefully.

"Yeah. Didn't the firehouse cook tonight?" He asked as Kim got up and went into the kitchen.

"Yes. Jimmy made his mushroom meatloaf."

"Is that as gross as it sounds?"

"Yes," Kim said emphatically. "So, you wanna talk about it?"

"What?"

"Whatever isn't letting you sleep."

Bosco managed a small smile, "You know me too well."

"It goes both ways," Kim said and Bosco could hear the smile in her voice. "So?"

"I went to see Faith today."

"Really? Why?"

"I just wanted things back to normal with us. I thought if I went over there and we talked it would happen."

"I thought things were back to normal," Kim said as she came out of the kitchen, after she'd nuked a piece of lasagna, and sat down next to him.

"They are and they aren't, ya know? Even when we're talking there's this distance. I just wanted to get rid of it."

"So, what happened?" Kim asked, her mouth full.

"And you wonder why Joey does that?"

"Stop changing the subject."

"She wouldn't let me in because she was waiting for Emily and they were going out. I tried to make her see my side but she said that partners don't lie to each other."

"Which made you mad 'cause she's lied to you before," Kim guessed.

"Yeah. But when I pointed that out, she said that it was about her personal, private life."

"Still lying," Kim said quietly.

"Don't do that. Don't come down on her for me. I'm hard enough on her for both of us," Bosco told her.

"Then what?"

"Emily came home so she and Faith left," he finished as he tilted his head back and rested it on the couch. He rolled his head to look at Kim. "So, why'd your day suck?"

"Well, an infant almost died from an overdose of acetaminophen, her father was impaled trying to get her to the hospital, her mother, who is schizophrenic, almost jumped off of a building with the baby, Ty nearly fell off a building, and, oh, Carlos is being terminated."

"What?"

"Yeah. The bosses are settling with that girl's family and as part of it, Carlos has to be removed from duty, permanently."

"Damn," Bosco sighed. "I was really hoping things would work out."

"So was I," Kim laid her plate aside. She curled up next to Bosco. "Why do we do this again?"

"'Cause we hate ourselves," Bosco kissed the top of her head.

"Oh right," Kim giggled. "I hope tomorrow's better."

"It can't be worse."

"Don't say that," Kim said. "Cause the minute you think it can't get any worse, it does."

"I'll keep that in mind."