Still staying with Bosco's POV for a while.

I walk back into the diner. Cruz sits in the same booth we left staring out the window, with wide-eyes. I don't know why but I take pity on her, and slide back into the booth, clenching both hands together on the table.

"I'm sorry," she says eventually. I look at her, and trace the outline of her face with my eyes. She looks sad; I never thought I'd see her look sad.

"So you should be, what the hell were you thinkin' Cruz?" I ask glaring at her. She closes her eyes and takes a slow breath.

"I'm sick Bosco. Real sick."

"Well that I knew," I quip. She shakes her head and a smile ghosts her face.

"You don't get it do you?" she says, sighing. "Bosco…I'm dying."

I'm shocked. There's no other way I can put it. I just stare at her. I feel like I've been doused with a bucket of ice-cold water.

"What?" I stammer.

"You heard me," she replies, with a tone of indifference.

"How…no…you can't be," I reply. She meets my gaze.

"I can be and I am."

"Is there anything that can be done? To stop it?"

She shakes her head and takes a sip out of the tall glass of water that was sitting in front of her. "Nothing that'll be of any benefit. I am sorry about out there…"

"Forget about it. Me and Faith will work it out."

"You always do," she replies quietly. She stops and averts her gaze to the ceiling.

"I just wanted to be close to you one last time. I didn't know she was there. I swear to God I didn't know," she chokes out. I reach out, taking her hands in mine. "I don't wanna cause anymore trouble for you Bosco. I've changed. Honest I have."

"I believe you," I reply, rubbing her fingers with my own.

"Out of all the guys I've been with, you were the most sane," she states fighting back the tears. I smile gently.

"Well that's…good to know…." I say slowly. She lets out a laugh. I can't decide whether or not she's laughing for the sake of it, or she's bitterly amused by the situation. She sniffles and lets out a long breath.

"Well…I gotta run."

"Stop the bad guys?" I question as she gets to her feet. She looks down at me and smiles. One of those disarming, beautiful smiles that I fell for.

"Isn't that what I'm always doin'?" she says winking.

"Take care Cruz," I say holding her soft gaze.

"Yeah you too…" she replies as she turns to walk off. "Oh Bosco."

"Yeah?"

"Don't leave it too long."

I frown, confused by her order.

"To do what?" I ask, turning around to her.

"To tell her," she replies simply. She gives me a knowing smile, flips her dark hair and leaves. I find myself grinning as she leaves. She always did have that effect on me. Pulling out my phone, I press the power button switching it on. I dial the mailbox.

"You have one new message," it informs me, "Message sent today at twelve fifteen."

The machine clicks and I hear the sound of deep breathing, followed by a sniffle. Faith.

"Hey Bosco. It's me. I just wanted to apologize for earlier. For what I said. I didn't realise what I was saying till it came out. I just…." She pauses taking a breath, "I just wanted you to see…to see how lonely I was without you…Fred's gone Bosco and it feels like all I have left is Charlie, Emily and…you. I guess I was trying to get you to fill the void left by Fred…I dunno…it sounds stupid now. I never meant it though. Honest to God, I just…I feel so alone…"

She starts to sob down the phone, and I feel my own heart break at the distorted sound of her cry.

"I'm so sorry. And I want to thank you for how you responded to my…" she stops again. I can almost picture her trying to find the word and I smirk, "My suggestion. You're my best friend and I never want to lose you. I just want it to go back the way it was Bos…I tell you what. I'm goin' to the diner on 94th street. Meet me there and we'll have a proper chat ok? Or alternatively I can do some serious grovelling." She stops to chuckle. "Ok, I'm gonna go now. I hope to see you later, but if you don't want to see me that's ok too. Ok…bye Bosco."

It clicks off and I flip down my phone pressing the aerial against my lips. Why didn't she just tell me that last night? Why didn't she just tell me how she was feeling? Maybe then this wouldn't have happened. I dial her number, praying that by some miracle she answers. But she doesn't. God's really against me today for some reason. I sigh, stand up and try to figure out where on this earth Faith would go when she's feeling this lonely and angry. Almost instantly I know. Central Park.