"Come on, call someone or do something! Call Sully - call the House!"
Faith was mid-way to the kitchen to get ice for Boscos wrist, but stopped in her tracks at his comments. Turning to lean against the wall separating the kitchen from the dining area, she lowered her head and pinched the bridge of her nose between her fingers. His temper tantrums always wore her out.
"Bosco, I kinda doubt if that will help. Sully & Davis -with help from my daughter, yes I remember - have basically kidnapped you and handcuffed you here against your will. They have barricaded us in. I suspect that a phone call isn't going to bring the cavalry running. I wouldn't be surprised if they have parked the RMP and themselves in front of this building, to make sure no one else can get to us". But she picked up her cell as she was speaking and angrily dialed Sully's cell as she spoke – no surprise, the phone was turned off.
"It's turned off"
"Well then call the-"
"Bosco – seriously, you want me calling the House on this?" Faith was incredulous, and her barely-banked anger flared up quickly. While the situation was ridiculous, the opportunity to vent some of the anger she felt towards herself at him was too tempting. Plus, she was damn sure this wasn't the sort of thing that should be shared with ones coworkers or boss, and double-damn sure she did not want to be the topic of any further locker room analysis. She continued with her tirade.
"You actually want me calling our House, asking someone to please come over to my apartment at – what time is it? – to come over at 12 o'clock at night, and oh, could you please bring keys for my partner, who is handcuffed to my rad? Yeah, that should go over really well – nothing strange about that. Just another day in the soap opera lives of Officers Yokas and Boscorelli! And even if I did make such a call – no Bosco, I will not make that call, so put the damn phone down - I'm pretty sure there conveniently would not be one car, not one beat cop, not one friggin' bike cop anywhere in this sector that could respond. I mean, I'm pretty sure I could hang a friggin' sign off of the fire escape, advertising 'Free Crack' and there wouldn't be a cop by here for three days!"
Bosco was silent, knowing that anything he said to would only serve to prolong her rampage, that when an all-out Faith tirade was in full sail, the mere act of his drawing breath would provide enough impetus to keep it going, knowing she would run herself aground soon enough…
"Crap! They have really pissed me off! And you! You really piss me off! I am completely stuck here – sorry, yes, we are stuck here - I'm not going forget about you anytime soon, am I! Gotta hand it to them, they did a nice job. I'm really not sure…I can't think of anyone else to call, I don't have any tools to open the doors or windows…I can't think what to do here - I think I've run out of options."
She took a deep breath, feeling the anger begin to dissipate, being replaced by a vague sense of helplessness and was surprised as a giggle threatened to escape– wait, this isn't funny!
No, no, actually – it is. It's really kind of hilarious. They had handcuffed Bosco to her rad, for pete's sake! She wished she had Sully and Ty performing that little task – they could use that as a stunt on Fear Factor. She could only imagine his response when he realized he'd been tricked, and when they put the cuffs on! Another burst of laughter bubbled up - well, she just hoped Emily had left the apartment by then. Living in New York City had unavoidably exposed her young daughter to an extensive vocabulary of curses and epithets in a wide variety of languages, but she suspected Bosco had used a few new ones, probably invented in honour of this occasion.
Okay, sure, she and Bosco were just fighting, but it's not like that was anything new. It had been a bit more serious than usual the hell with you Faith! but come on, they'd died for each other, killed for each other. It was going to take a bit more than a bit of yelling and posturing to drive each other away. Why did their friends feel they had to go to this extreme?
He had been quiet for almost a minute; she couldn't read his face across the dark room, was pretty sure he couldn't see hers and the grin that had crept across her face.
"Well - we kind of have one"
"One what?"
"Options. We could just do it"
"Do what?" Had she missed something here?
"You know, it – how did Sully put it? "Screw each others brains out"? That Sul, he's quite the poet, isn't he?… Anyway, yeah that part –wanna give it a try?"