I drove her home in silence. Somehow in the middle of her outburst she'd remembered that she had in fact run out of cash and needed a ride home. I think that's what amused me the most all night. Watching her squirm as she plucked up the courage to ask me for a lift home.

Of course she did with a string of 'I don't need your help's', but I liked the fact I had the upper hand. But what I also liked about tonight was the way for just a few minutes she let go of herself. I caught a brief glimpse of the old Faith again – the one who's not always on guard. Of course she was literally pushed into enjoying herself. But putting that aside she really did have fun.

I think.

She was obviously still mad at me. She made a point of sitting on the passenger's side, her body turned towards the door, her arms crossed, her eyes staring out into the dead night. She didn't speak a word as I drove towards her apartment. I had turned up the heater to keep her warm. She had refused my offer of some dry shorts and t-shirt and instead decided to wring out her dress as best she could and use my jacket to retain some body heat.

For some strange reason I don't really feel at ease with that decision. I find myself contemplating health issues that may challenge her later – flu's, colds, even pneumonia. It's a bit stupid really – my head is telling me it's only a bit of water and she'll warm up as soon as she gets home. But my worries and anxieties don't fade with this assurance. I see her shiver and am immediately concerned.

"You ok?" I ask, keeping my eyes trained to the road ahead.

"I'm fine," she replies. Her response lacks any real emotion. To be honest she sounded a bit like a computer or machine of some sort. Churning out words like products.

I put on my best 'I don't care anyway' expression and shrug. "Just asking."

"And I just answered," she gritted through her teeth. Choosing to be the bigger person I ignore her response, instead taking my frustration out on the steering wheel, my fingers curling tightly around the soft leather.

"How could you do that to me?" she murmurs suddenly. I glance in her direction, only to find her gaze is firmly locked on my face. Quickly I turn my eyes back to the road.

"It was just a joke, a bit of fun to make you chill," I reply.

"I didn't mean the pool," she states. I can still feel her eyes on me, boring holes into the side of my face.

"Faith…what I said to Miller was just a joke that he apparently took seriously…I didn't mean for it to annoy you," I explain. She sighs, muttering something under her breath. "Honest to God. If I'd of known you'd take it to heart…"

"Lets forget about yeah?" she interrupts switching her gaze to the window. I nod, both of us falling into an eerie silence.

"So…we ok?" I ask nonchalantly.

"Do you know that's like the tenth time you've asked me that in the past three days?" she retorts. I shift in my seat, clearing my throat.

"Well maybe that's 'cause in the past few days a pile of shit has happen which is makin' me think we're not ok," I say. She rolls her eyes.

"What's with all the drama Bos? I mean really? What have we got to be so awkward about? This is us…me and you…we've always been cool," she says, running her fingers across her forehead.

"Exactly Faith. This is us. For the past few month's this has been us. All we do is fight, then get awkward about it, then fight some more…"

"But why Bosco? What happened to us just chillin' together? What happened to us being able to grab a drink together and not thinkin' twice about it? Why does every conversation we have turn into some sort of argument?"

"Maybe we're stuck in limbo…" I mutter, apparently not as inaudibly as I thought. She frowns, turning fully around in her seat.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Faith," I gasp exasperated by her curiosity, "Can we just leave it?"

"No…what did you mean 'stuck in limbo'? How can we be stuck? We've always been friends…that's it. Are you saying we've been stuck together and now it's time we move on? Forget about each other?" she questions, bewildered by my statement.

"No. That's not what I meant. And no…we haven't always been stuck. We grew together…became good friends…we saw each other through some rough shit…what I'm saying is maybe this is it. This is it for the whole friendship thing…we've come to this like point in our relationship and we've been at it a while…maybe we're just getting frustrated because neither of us can move it along…"

"Move it along…" she repeats, shaking her head, "So you do want us to forget our friendship."

"No…that's not what I meant," I stammer, gesturing out, as if that in some way will underline my point.

"Well then what do you mean Bos? 'Cause right now I can't understand a word you're sayin'."

"I don't know…I don't know what I'm sayin'…lets just leave it."

"No. We can't just leave it. What'd you mean by 'move it along'? Are we just gonna move on? Forget the whole thing?"

"No that's not what I want at all!" I shout.

"The what do you want?" she yells back, anger seething in her tone.

"You!" I scream back, turning my head swiftly towards her and then back to the window, "I want you ok?"

"Want me?" she stutters timidly, "I don't understand…"

Realising honesty may not have been the best idea under the circumstances I recoil, thinking quickly of something that will fix the situation.

"I want you back as a partner," I tell her, "I can't work with anyone else."

There's a silence and I look over to see if she's still alive. She is, and she's looking more confused than ever.

"Bosco…I understand you're goin' through a tough time right now…but me workin' with you again won't solve anything…you need to go off on your own now. It's time."

"I know…" I sigh, clenching my eyes shut, "Just sometimes…I want it back you know? Me and you. 55 David. I want it all back. And I know that's weak…"

"It's not weak," she cuts in, her tone soft, "It's completely understandable. It's hard to adjust. It took me ages to get used to work without you."

"Really?"

"Really. And I'm still not sure I am…sometimes I just want you there. Just to make it easier. But life isn't easy Bos. It's shitty…and it's long and it's hard…this is gonna be a tough test. But if we survive this we can survive anything."

"Well so far we're not exactly succeeding," I chuckle. She nods, finding it hard to laugh with me.

"Bosco we're tryin' desperately to cling to each other…trying everything…and I mean everything, to keep a bit of history with us. And that's stupid because we're so close now. Closer than ever before. All this stuff…it's made you my best friend. The only person in this world I can truly trust."

"Seriously?" I asked, shocked by her emission. She smiles.

"Yeah. And Bosco…I want you to know I have such faith in you. All I want is for you to do well. And I am here if you need me…nobody will change that. Not Jelly, not Miller, not anyone. I promise."

With that she reaches over and places her hand over mine that lies in the seat between us. My other hand keeps its firm hold of the wheel, but I feel my eyes travel down to where we join on the seat. She runs her thumb over my skin, her grasp tightening.

I look back up at her face and I'm greeted with a warm, strangely comforting smile. And I know after this we will be ok. Even if what I meant wasn't exactly said. This will do. Because she is happy. And that is all I want.