"Go Yankees!" Bosco heard from Amanda as he walked into the TV room to get
the kids and head home.
"Hey, hey, hey! None of that!" he bellowed, getting a giggle out of Amanda.
"What? It's not her fault she knows a good team when she sees one," D.K. remarked.
"Don't be corrupting my little girl. We root for the Mets," Bosco said to Amanda, throwing D.K. a glance as he gathered her up off the couch.
"The Mets suck!" she yelled back, causing Bosco to look at D.K.
"I did not teach her that," D.K. said, throwing his hands up in innocence.
"Let's go, troops," he said to Joey and Johnny who started crawling the other way.
"Whoa, not so fast, Speedy!" Kim yelled, corralling Johnny from the other doorway. Bosco grabbed the bag of clothes and video games that they'd brought over to Catherine's and the whole family headed out to the car.
"You know, you're gonna have to give up...." Kim started only to be interrupted.
"Don't say it. I can't get rid of my mustang," Bosco whined.
"Oh, please. Would you like a little cheese to go with that wine?" she teased him. "I didn't say you had to get rid of it. It's paid for - keep it. We just need something with more room. Like a minivan," she said.
"NO! No minivans. I refuse to drive a minivan," Bosco stressed again.
"Okay, okay. An SUV. Something with more seats and room," Kim said, throwing up her hands as she finished buckling Johnny into his car seat.
"I'll think about it," he told her, shutting the door and leaning against it, hearing the kids yelling goodbye to Kim from within. He watched as Kim tried to stifle a laugh. "She's making fog and writing on my windows again, isn't she?" he said, referring to one of Amanda's favorite things. Kim burst out laughing and nodded her head. Bosco chuckled too, shaking his head. "I heard Carlos is coming back. That's good," Bosco said, remember his conversation with Ty earlier.
"Yeah. Hopefully that poor girl isn't too screwed up to be helped. I can't believe the mother was so oblivious all this time," Kim said.
"Guys like that are pretty good at hiding things and the kids are usually too scared to say anything. Afraid of getting Mom mad at them for chasing her boyfriend or husband away," Bosco replied.
Kim nodded her head, looking at her children. "So, thanks for taking time off from work. Sorry about that."
"It was my turn," he said. "Things were slow anyway."
"Faith didn't mind riding alone tonight?" Kim asked him and saw the look on his face change ever so slightly.
"I'm not partnered with her. I was working Anti Crime tonight," he said simply.
"Does this have anything to do with how you were last night?" she asked him, remembering the feeling of need she felt from him when he'd finally come home. He just looked at her, not sure he should say anything or not. He didn't want her to worry for no reason. "What's going on, Bos?" she asked him.
"We had a armored car turn over yesterday and some money's missing," he told her.
"Yeah, I heard. One of the armored car guys died later. What of it?" she asked him.
"Faith and I were the last one's that touched the money. This guy took off with it and we chased him. He dropped the bag of money and I stuffed it in a garbage can out of sight and followed Faith in chasing after the guy. I figured it'd be easier to catch the bastard without having to lug around this big bag of money. Anyway, Faith caught up to the guy at the same time Cruz and her partner cut him off with their car. Cruz took the guy in and we headed back to get the money. Only it was gone when we got back," Bosco explained.
"Oh my God. So what happens now?" Kim asked. Bosco shrugged and started to respond that he wasn't sure when Alex came outside.
"Kim, we got a call," Alex yelled over. "See ya, Bos."
"We'll talk about it more when you get home. Be careful. Bye, Alex," he said, standing up straight. She gave him a quick kiss, waved to the kids and headed off for the bus.
She turned and looked back at him. "It'll be okay, Bos. I love you."
"Yup. Me too," he said, getting in the car. "I hope so," he thought to himself as he started the car and followed the ambulance down the street until it turned off in the other direction.
"Hey, hey, hey! None of that!" he bellowed, getting a giggle out of Amanda.
"What? It's not her fault she knows a good team when she sees one," D.K. remarked.
"Don't be corrupting my little girl. We root for the Mets," Bosco said to Amanda, throwing D.K. a glance as he gathered her up off the couch.
"The Mets suck!" she yelled back, causing Bosco to look at D.K.
"I did not teach her that," D.K. said, throwing his hands up in innocence.
"Let's go, troops," he said to Joey and Johnny who started crawling the other way.
"Whoa, not so fast, Speedy!" Kim yelled, corralling Johnny from the other doorway. Bosco grabbed the bag of clothes and video games that they'd brought over to Catherine's and the whole family headed out to the car.
"You know, you're gonna have to give up...." Kim started only to be interrupted.
"Don't say it. I can't get rid of my mustang," Bosco whined.
"Oh, please. Would you like a little cheese to go with that wine?" she teased him. "I didn't say you had to get rid of it. It's paid for - keep it. We just need something with more room. Like a minivan," she said.
"NO! No minivans. I refuse to drive a minivan," Bosco stressed again.
"Okay, okay. An SUV. Something with more seats and room," Kim said, throwing up her hands as she finished buckling Johnny into his car seat.
"I'll think about it," he told her, shutting the door and leaning against it, hearing the kids yelling goodbye to Kim from within. He watched as Kim tried to stifle a laugh. "She's making fog and writing on my windows again, isn't she?" he said, referring to one of Amanda's favorite things. Kim burst out laughing and nodded her head. Bosco chuckled too, shaking his head. "I heard Carlos is coming back. That's good," Bosco said, remember his conversation with Ty earlier.
"Yeah. Hopefully that poor girl isn't too screwed up to be helped. I can't believe the mother was so oblivious all this time," Kim said.
"Guys like that are pretty good at hiding things and the kids are usually too scared to say anything. Afraid of getting Mom mad at them for chasing her boyfriend or husband away," Bosco replied.
Kim nodded her head, looking at her children. "So, thanks for taking time off from work. Sorry about that."
"It was my turn," he said. "Things were slow anyway."
"Faith didn't mind riding alone tonight?" Kim asked him and saw the look on his face change ever so slightly.
"I'm not partnered with her. I was working Anti Crime tonight," he said simply.
"Does this have anything to do with how you were last night?" she asked him, remembering the feeling of need she felt from him when he'd finally come home. He just looked at her, not sure he should say anything or not. He didn't want her to worry for no reason. "What's going on, Bos?" she asked him.
"We had a armored car turn over yesterday and some money's missing," he told her.
"Yeah, I heard. One of the armored car guys died later. What of it?" she asked him.
"Faith and I were the last one's that touched the money. This guy took off with it and we chased him. He dropped the bag of money and I stuffed it in a garbage can out of sight and followed Faith in chasing after the guy. I figured it'd be easier to catch the bastard without having to lug around this big bag of money. Anyway, Faith caught up to the guy at the same time Cruz and her partner cut him off with their car. Cruz took the guy in and we headed back to get the money. Only it was gone when we got back," Bosco explained.
"Oh my God. So what happens now?" Kim asked. Bosco shrugged and started to respond that he wasn't sure when Alex came outside.
"Kim, we got a call," Alex yelled over. "See ya, Bos."
"We'll talk about it more when you get home. Be careful. Bye, Alex," he said, standing up straight. She gave him a quick kiss, waved to the kids and headed off for the bus.
She turned and looked back at him. "It'll be okay, Bos. I love you."
"Yup. Me too," he said, getting in the car. "I hope so," he thought to himself as he started the car and followed the ambulance down the street until it turned off in the other direction.
