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I can't believe I'm actually in this early. I have never been this early for work in my life and yet here I sit, ready and perhaps a little eager to work with Faith today. The unfamiliarity of her and Jelly's office unnerves me slightly and for one terrifying moment I feel out of my depth. 'Come on Boscorelli, pick yourself up' I tell myself.

I don't honestly know what I'm frightened of. It's not like I haven't done this kind of thing before so why in the heck I am so nervous now? I stand awkwardly in the middle of the room, my eyes darting over Jelly's unkempt desk and Faith's much more organised work space. Well at least one thing is familiar. I smile, imagining her sitting there day after day.

She's good at this job - I see that now. She's much more comfortable here than she'll ever be on the streets. This is what she does best. I feel better knowing she's doing what she loves. It must be a real relief to get away from me.

I hear the muffled sound of laughter and the pair bustles through the doors, coffees in hand ready to start. Both fall silent as they see me and I suddenly feel even more out of place than I did when I was alone.

But Faith smiles and it all changes. I feel safe and secure. Her hair is clipped back from her face, the odd stray strand wandering across her eyes. She looks…pretty.

"You're early!" she exclaims, obviously impressed.

"You're not," I counter. She places her cup on her desk, along with a few files she was holding and tried her best to frown, not quite making it. "Mornin' Jelly," I say finally acknowledging the man. He holds up his cup, saluting me as he manoeuvres around his desk.

"Bosco," he says eventually pushing some rubbish aside to make room for his coffee.

"You have to excuse Jelly, it's still early and he's like Neanderthal man in the morning," she explains frowning at her less than hospitable partner. He pulls a face at her and she gives an over-dramatic sigh. "You see what I have to put up with?"

"Women," he mutters, "You don't hear me complaining when she's going through he 'time of the month'."

I can't help but laugh and I glance back at Faith. She stands, pouting her full lips, and hooking her fingers into the loops of her jeans on either side of her waist. "You men…" she mutters, "You all stick together."

Jelly however isn't really listening to her and is now intent on finding something that is somewhere amongst his garbage and files.

"Have you seen my doughnut Yokas?" he asks her, exasperated. She frowns, she too searching through a stack of paper on her desk.

"What? Do I look like your mother?" she mutters, rolling her eyes at me. I force a quick smile.

"No but the last time my food went missin' guess where it turned up?"

I stand there staring at Faith, tracing the outline of her face with my eyes. Her skin looks so soft, it's creamy white texture radiating in the desk lighting. She's dressed causally in jeans, a black blouse and fitted jacket – totally professional and yet completely stunning.

"Boscorelli?" Jelly's voice pulls me back to him.

"Yeah?"

"I hope it's not gonna be like this all the time," he mumbles, resuming his search.

"Like what?" Faith asks, clearly not paying attention. I glance towards Jelly who simply shrugs and as I turn back I'm faced with Faith's deep blue eyes. "Like what?"

"You always stealin' my God damn food," Jelly intercepts. I sigh, grateful that he's not a total tactless idiot. She takes a sharp breath, running the tips of her fingers over her forehead.

"Ok Jelly. I threw out your Goddamn doughnut ok?" she snaps, shaking her head at me. I feel a bit like piggy-in-the-middle. I turn to Jelly, who is absolutely horrified by her confession.

"You…you threw out my chocolate dinky doughnut?" he stammers.

"Jelly, it was three days old!" she says, frustrated, "It was beginning to mould!"

"It was still my doughnut! What gives you the right to throw out my doughnut?"

"Excuse me for caring whether or not you get food poisoning, next time, I just won't bother!" she snaps.

"Women," he repeats under his breath. She stops her frantic search and I see her press her lips together like she's ready to explode. I remember that look. I've been on the receiving end of that look many a time. Very briefly I feel glad that I don't work with her anymore.

"Bosco would you help me interview someone?" she asks, ignoring her new partner. I hear Jelly grunt and say something about 'favourites' but his voice is so low I can't even catch on.

"Uh…yeah sure," I reply, smiling feebly. She returns it and mouth's a 'sorry'. I shake my head, holding up my hands.

"We'll be back soon," she informs Jelly, moving swiftly passed him. I follow her out, feeling quite helpless in this situation. I'm too afraid to even look Jelly's direction.

We move out into the lobby, and I fall into her step. "Is everything ok with you and Jelly?"

She smiles. "Oh…yeah. He's just in one of his moods," she replies.

"Nothin' to do with me is it?"

"No!" she cries, dismissing my suggestion, "Don't worry about him yeah? I'll bring him back another doughnut and he'll be good as new."

"So who are we gonna see?" I ask, holding open the door for her.

"One of the girls boyfriends. He's a well-known gang leader who's very upset by the death of his pregnant girlfriend, I think he might be able to help us out," she says breezing down the steps.

"What makes you think he'll help us?" I ask frowning.

"It's Tariq," she replies, grinning.

"That big softie?" I gasp, following her to the car. She unlocks it with her keys, sliding inside. I slip into the passenger seat, grabbing my belt immediacy. I also remember how she drives… "Someone killed Jacinta?"

She switches on the revving engine, which gently fades into a purr.

"Yeah…she wasn't a bad girl," she says, her brow furrowing. She pulls out, indicating left at the junction.

"No…just a druggy…and a prostitute," I finish raising my eyebrows. She sighs, her hand gripping the leather of the steering wheel.

"Give her a break eh Bos? She didn't know any other life," she says. I catch her eyes. They look sad and perhaps mournful for this girl. It takes me only a moment to realise Jacinta wasn't far off Emily's age.

I nod.

"Bos…whoever's doin' this…it's worse than before…I mean…Bosco I've seen some shit in my time on this job…" she trails off, gazing out the windscreen.

"We'll get whoever's doin' this Faith," I tell her, "Hell with me on your side, we may even be finished up by the end of the week!"

She laughs, despite herself.

I regret that moment back in the office when I thought it was best not working with her. I regret it because that could never be what's best. This is where I belong. With Faith.