7. You look into my eyes/I go out of my mind/I can't see anything/cos this love's got me blind/I can't help myself/I can't break the spell/I can't even try

Faith caught a glimpse of Bosco out the corner of her eye. He must have just arrived at the crime scene, because she was sure he wasn't there when she got here. She glanced back down at the lifeless male body on the floor and despite herself shuddered.

One fatal gunshot wound to the head.

That was all it took to kill this huge man, who at his tallest must have stood about 6 foot 7 inches tall. He lay in a heap on the bathroom floor, curled up in a protective ball.

"What do you think Yokas? Drug deal gone bad?" Jelly asks snapping her back to the here and now.

"Uh, yeah, probably," she replied, "Central are running his address right now."

"The tattoo…" Jelly murmured bending down to the man, "Isn't it some sort of symbol for one of the gangs around this area?"

She wasn't listening. Her gaze went back to Bosco talking to Davis outside. He caught her eye and nodded to acknowledge her. She smiled back tucking a stray strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. "Earth to Faith Yokas," Jelly called up to her.

She looked down and frowned at the overweight man. "Uh…it does look familiar," she said a little lamely. He rolled his eyes, annoyed by her absentmindedness.

"Listen Yokas I know you're lookin' forward to your date with Officer Gerard on Saturday but could you please just concentrate on this?" he asked. His tone was playful and perhaps slightly curious.

"Who told you I was going out with Ke-…Gerard," she said, amending the last part of her sentence. Jelly grinned, winking.

"It's all over the house Yokas," he informed her standing up, "I heard it off the desk clerk. You should know things like that don't stay secret for long."

"It wasn't a secret!" she snapped, narrowing her arctic blue eyes. Jelly simply smirked, ordering something off one of the officers that past him. "I'll be back in a moment," Faith told him, rolling her eyes.

She strolled purposely towards Bosco and he noted the glare in her eyes. He immediately wondered what the hell he had done this time.

"A word please Bosco," she said, not even stopping as she past him. Davis's eyes widened and Bosco shrugged innocently. He followed her outside, gripping his utility belt with both hands.

"Yeah?" he said as he got outside. She turned to him sharply.

"How does everyone know I'm goin' out with Gerard?" she whispered, stepping into his personal space. His brow furrowed, perplexed by her question.

"I dunno," he replied, "I didn't tell 'em!"

She stared up into his eyes, as if searching for something. "You sure?"

"Yeah…come on Faith. You know me better than that," he said, giving her a rather feeble smile. She nodded, defeated.

"Yeah…course. I'm sorry Bosco. I just don't want everyone to know about my personal life you know?" she said, raking her fingers through the front of her hair.

"Maybe Gerard said somethin'. He did seem really pleased you agreed to see him," Bosco suggested, knowing full rightly it would cause trouble. She frowned.

"That's probably it. God…I knew I should have said no. How do I let you get me into these things?" she muttered turning away from him.

"Hey Faith. Give the guy a chance yeah? Maybe he does like ya. Maybe he just has trouble showing it," Bosco said, crossing his arms. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"Maybe. He is really hot," she said, rationalising. Bosco grunted. Why did every woman in the station house think that? "He looks a bit like Jude Law don't ya think?"

"I dunno…do I Yokas?" he mumbled, playing with his hands. Her eye cut back to him and her smile faded.

He seemed rather annoyed to be so involved in her personal life. Maybe she should just shut up. Maybe Bosco didn't want to here about her petty problems. Her eyes travelled along the outline of his face, his scar still visible on his right cheek, marking his tanned skin and although fading it was still there. A painful reminder of what happened just over a year ago.

Her fingers itched to touch him. She wanted to hold him, tell him it was alright.

Instead she clenched her hands into fists and stuffed them into her coat pockets.

"Sorry," she breathed forcing a smile.

"It's ok," he replied, "I'm just not an expert on guys looks."

She chuckled, her hair falling back onto her face. "Ask me about a woman and then we're talking."

"Hey Bos," she said, "When you were sayin' all those things yesterday to me, was it really Gerard who said it?"

He looked at her, considering what she said. If he told her the truth he'd probably risk a beating and if he lied he probably was risking losing out on a hug. He chose to lie. Her beatings were far worse.

"Yeah course. What? You think I came up with all that?" he snorted, his breath piercing the air forming a misty cloud. She laughed softly and shook her head.

"No, but it's hardly Gerard's style either," she responded.

"What can I say? The guy surprised me too. I had to sit there and listen to him rant on and on about you, it was sickening," he lied, wrinkling his nose in disgust. He noticed a blush creep across her cheeks and she turned her head to the side. "Why? You like all that mushy crap?"

She shook her head meekly, her blush deepening. He couldn't help but smile. His words had had a real affect on her. "Not that he was wrong about what he said. You're a special lady."

She turned back to him. His breath caught in his throat as her eyes met his. Here in front of him stood an image of angelic purity and innocence and for a second a fear crept upon him. A fear that Gerard would somehow diminish that. Her eyes were wide and naïve, sparkling in the hazy sunshine of a rather cold summer's evening. He was afraid his own eyes were betraying him and so looked away quickly.

"Detective Yokas," a young rookie said approaching her from behind, "The information you wanted came in."

She smiled at him gratefully and turned back to Bosco. "I better give this to Jelly, or he'll probably blow a fuse."

He forced a quick smile and he watch as she walked slowly back up to the house, occasionally glancing back as if she were going to say something else. Instead she kept going, forcing whatever it was that was on her mind away.

Bosco felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he pulled it out. "Boscorelli," he announced, his voice husky.

"Hi Maurice Boscorelli? This is Erin Meyers," the sweet voice came from the other end. Bosco grinned.

"And what can I do for you?"