"Hey, its me," came Bosco's voice through her phone. Kim was sitting up in the bunkroom of the firehouse, alone.

"Hey you," she answered quietly. "What's up?"

"Nothing. Just calling to see if you're okay. I heard about what happened," he told her. She closed her eyes and took in a deep, ragged breath, letting it out slowly as she tried to hold back fresh tears. It had brought everything back. Not that she'd ever forgotten totally. She was just able to think about it now, be sad about it, and move on in a matter of minutes. She'd always miss him and wonder what he would have thought about everything that had happened in her life since he was gone. She smiled to herself for a moment.

"Kim?" Bosco said, worried that she hadn't answered him right away. He knew that breath that she took. Knew it meant she was trying to control her emotions.

"Yeah. I'm okay. It was just.. Well, it was awful. I saw Bobby all over again. I'm just waiting for 11:00 so I can go home and curl up next to you in bed," she said to him, just the thought of it calming her.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you," he said. She could hear a certain sadness in his voice.

"Yeah, me too. But, you're working. Faith was there - by herself. She was really great. She tried to stop me before we got to her. I just can't believe she did it," Kim said, still astonished that Bobby's old girlfriend, Gina, the sister of the junkie that had killed Bobby, had killed herself. "Paulie., Paulie Fuentes," she said the name to herself.

Bosco stiffened slightly at Kim's mention of Faith, but he knew she wasn't trying to push him. He dismissed the feeling and refocused on helping Kim through this. "Did she leave any kind of note or anything? Anything to explain it? She was married and had kids, didn't she?" he asked her.

"I didn't see a note, but that could have been taken before we got there. We just transported the body to the hospital. I ran into her husband when we were leaving the hospital. The cops just gone done telling him and he was going to try and ID the body. He had the kids with him. The oldest couldn't have been more than 10 or 11. I talked to him briefly. All he said was that Gina was never the same after Bobby," she explained.

"Was anyone?" Bosco voiced.

"Yeah. I just want to go home," Kim said.

"Ask Doc if you can leave early? They can call the next guy in early," Bosco suggested.

"Mmm. Nah. I don't want to be alone tonight. I'll wait 'til you're done. You okay? You sound kind of down," Kim noticed.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I wanted to ask you if anything's going on tomorrow during the day or if the kids are covered?" he asked her, trying to sound casual.

"Ummmm, they've got school and we've got Johnny until its time for work. Why, what's up?" she asked curiously.

"I've gotta meet up with a guy tomorrow before work," he said, sounding vague and hoping she wouldn't notice.

"Okay. Anyone I know?" she asked.

"No. Just some guy I've gotta meet and talk to," he answered, trying to evade her question. He wasn't sure he wanted ANYONE to know that he was going to talk to the shrink that helped him through his panic attacks. He just wasn't feeling right about this whole thing with Cruz and Faith and Anti-Crime. He wanted a disinterested party's take on it.

"Oh," she said, seeming somewhat put off.

"It's about a case Cruz and I are working on," he lied.

"Oh," she said with bitterness in her voice this time. "Be careful."

"You know I will," he assured her.

"You're sure you're okay?" Bosco asked her before hanging up.

"Yeah. Just don't make any late-night busts. I want to go home and be with my man," she said.

"I'll keep a low profile for the rest of the shift," he said.

After he hung up the phone, he sat in the darkened room of the station house and thought for a minute. He picked up the phone after taking a card from his wallet and left a message for the doctor to call him.