Disclaimer: I don't own Third Watch and I am not making money from this. This is my disclaimer for the entire story...I'm not doing it every single chapter. I have decided to do another Bosco and Cruz story because I have finally figured out that they really do have in interesting history together. I am starting to turn toward the shipperness of the two...what can I say?
Walking Tall: A Bosco/Cruz Story
"If I told you I loved you, what would you say? Would you laugh in my face or would your eyes well up with tears as you took my hand into your own and said the words that you have been meaning to say for so long?" An overly dressed male said to his female companion, running his hand over her cheek.
I rolled my eyes as I flipped through the channels trying to find something to watch. I had come across an incredibly cheezy soap opera, the kind that makes you want to puke as you watch the people on it ruin their lives and the lives of everyone around them. It was always so sappy and unbelievable and I didn't understand how people could spend every day watching them.
I was so bored, so tired of sitting around my apartment all day and watching tv and waiting for Maritza to come home from work. I had been shot in the stomach exactly four weeks to the day and had been at home recuperating ever since. I looked around my livingroom and settled my eyes on a picture that had been taken of me and my girl at the Christmas party the year before. Ritza had it blown up so it fit into an eight by ten frame which she had hung above the mantle over the fireplace. In it we were sitting at a table, side by side with our arms around each other. We were both smiling and you could see the love in both of our eyes.
It was hard to imagine that we had been together for over a year now. It seemed to me that the longer I lived with her, the more I knew I couldn't live without her. She was a very complicated woman, very independent and hard on the outside, but inside, the woman I saw was someone who wanted love and plenty of it. She was tough and fearless in her job as a Sargent at the 55th precinct; not backing down from anything, not taking any crap from anyone, including me.
I chuckled to myself as I remembered her words from that morning, "Bosco, don't think for one minute that I don't know what you're planning to do when I go to work today." She'd pointed her finger at me as she pulled on her black short sleeved vest and zipped it up.
"And what would that be?" I teased her from my spot on our old warn out brown leather couch.
"Do I even have to say it?"
"Say what?" I grinned.
"Let's see...first you are gonna go have a shower" She said, counting on her fingers. "And then you're gonna call Davis to come and get you on his dinner break...and then you're gonna get him to take you to Haggerty's to get a greasy burger and fries..." She accused me, a tiny smile playing about her pouty lips.
I opened my mouth to protest as she came over to me and leaned down and kissed my lips. I could smell her perfume, the kind that smelled like cotton candy, as she carefully sat down beside me and took my hand into hers.
'Baby, you know what Dr. Morales said about you eating greasy stuff. It could give you an ulcer and it would set you back for weeks. Is that what you want?"
I rolled my eyes in mock dispute and crossed my arms over my chest. "Nooooo...it's not what I want but I need to get out of here and do something...can't you talk to Swersky about me ridin a desk for the next couple of weeks..." I begged, pouting my bottom lip toward her.
She smiled and brushed her long dark hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. "You only have two more weeks of being home, Bosco...enjoy it while you can." She leaned in for one more kiss and then stood up and grabbed the keys to my Mustang from the coffee table and dangled them in front of me, an evil grin on her face.
"I'll take these...just to be sure that you don't get any ideas."
I started to sit up but a pain shot through my lower abdomen and I clenched my teeth together. "Just don't ruin her...that's all I ask, Ritza." I groaned.
"See what I mean? Please stay in bed today and I'll be home at about seven to get you something to eat."
"Great...just what I need...soup and crackers." I grumbled, settling back down and trying to ignore the pain which was far greater than I ever let on."
"Maurice...just stay in bed. I'll be back in a bit." She said and pulled the blue and white striped knit blanket up around my chin.
She had used my first name. She only did that when I was being impossible or when she was really annoyed. Either way, I decided to placate her for the time being.
'Okay, okay. I'll rest. I'm kinda tired anyway." I lied, hoping that she'd buy it.
"That's a good boy. I'll see you later." She said, as if she were my mother. She blew me a kiss and headed out the door.
As soon as she was gone, I reached for the remote and began to flip through the channels and eventually dozed off for an hour or so. When I awoke, I glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearly five. Ty was going to be here any minute.
Carefully, I peeled the blanket back and got up off the couch and walked down the hall into our bedroom and grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
I knew I was breaking my promise to her, but it couldn't be helped. Ty was going to be here any minute and I couldn't accomplish what I had to do without him. Without another thought of how she would be worried about me if she came home and found me gone, or anything else, I put on my Nike's and a ball cap and went down stairs to wait for my friend.
