7. Come all ye reborn/Blow off my horn/I'm driving real hard/This is love/this is porn/Well God will forgive me/But I/I whip myself with scorn/scorn/And I wanna hear/ what you have to say about me/Hear/ if you're gonna live without me/I wanna hear/ what you want/I remember December/And I wanna hear/what you have to say about me/Hear/ if you're gonna live without me/I wanna hear/what you want/What the hell do you want?

"Nine days and counting," Davis announced, smiling at his male co-workers as he entered the locker rooms, "And guess who just got himself a date?"

Bosco rolled his eyes and stuck his head back in the locker, resuming his search for his wallet. Sully merely smiled.

"Good for you Davis," he replied, "Who's the unlucky lady?"

"Her name is Ivy," he informed them proudly, "And she's actually quite lucky if you get my drift. What about you Sul?"

"What about me?" the older man said, his tone a little bitter. Davis didn't pick up on it.

"Have you got a date yet?" he asked, pulling open his locker. Sully grunted and shrugged into his jacket.

"Davis I've just finished workin' a double shift, and another shift before that. Do I look like I have time to worry about some stupid dance?" he snapped, placing his hands on his hips.

"Uh…I'll take that as a no then?" Davis replied, a cheeky smirk ghosting his face.

"Take it as whatever the hell you like, I'm outta here," Sully sighed, waving off his partner. Davis frowned confused by Sully's tetchy behaviour.

"What's up with him?" Bosco asked, pulling his wallet from his locker. Davis shrugged.

"Dunno…maybe it's his time of the month," he suggested, "Hey. What about you? You got a date?"

"Well…"Bosco grinned, "I don't wanna jinx it but I think we can safely say the Boscorelli love machine is back in service."

Davis laughed loudly but his laughter was interrupted by the sound of a rather timid female voice.

"You've got a date?"

Both men turned to the doorway. Faith stood awkwardly in front of the doors, her hands clenched together in front of her, her eyes gazing curiously at Bosco. Her blonde straight hair flowed over her shoulders, brushing against her creamy skin revealed in the plunging neckline of her white blouse. She had pushed the sleeves up to her elbows and Bosco's eyes wandered down along the line of her simple black boot cut pants that covered her black boots so that only the toe was exposed. He shifted his gaze back onto her face and realised both were still waiting for him to answer.

"Ah…maybe…I dunno..." he trailed off, a lump forming in his throat. He could see she was hurt but he wasn't exactly sure why.

"Ok. First I've heard of it," she said under her breath. She turned her head away, biting down on her lower lip.

"Maybe?" Davis cut in, smirking at Bosco, "Since when has 'the love machine' only been able to say maybe?"

Bosco scowled at his ignorant colleague. Faith cut her eyes back to the pair and forced a smile. "God…she must be somethin' special if we haven't heard about her until now."

"No!" Bosco said, his hand hanging in the air, "No. It's not like that. I really am only just getting to know her. I haven't even asked her yet."

Davis smiled again winking at Faith. "Bosco's in love, Bosco's in love," he teased. Bosco squatted at him but Davis danced around on the balls off his feet missing every feeble attempt of his to do some sort of physical damage.

Faith gulped hard, glancing away from them. She didn't understand why Bosco hadn't told her about his new girlfriend or whatever the hell she was. They used to share stuff like that all the time. Hell, he knew all about Gerard (albeit he was the one who fixed them up) but still. She would never leave him out like this. It was the worst type of rejection she felt since Fred had asked her for a divorce. And that one's hard to beat.

"Well listen guys, I gotta go," Davis said, still grinning at Bosco, "And remember Bos. Be cool with this girl. I know you love her and all but still…be cool."

Bosco hit out again this time not missing his target, his hand colliding with the back of Davis's head. He winced in pain and darted out of the room to avoid another smack.

It was just Bosco and Faith now.

They stood in a rather awkward silence staring at each other each not knowing what to say.

"Hey Faith," Bosco began softly, "I'm sorry. Don't listen to him. I haven't even been on a date with this girl yet."

She put up her hands submissively and smiled again. "Don't worry about it. I understand why you wouldn't wanna tell me after all that's happened. Really I do…" She laughed while saying the last part, although it wasn't a happy sound.

His brow furrowed and he sighed sympathetically. "Faith…I thought we said we were gonna forget about everything that's happened the past few month's back."

She pinched the skin between her eyes and closed them, whilst taking a deep breath. "I know, I know…it's just…Bosco you used to tell me everything. Even the time you couldn't get it up-"

"Faith!" Bosco cried, his eyes looking around to see if anyone was in earshot.

"Yeah, Bosco this really isn't the time for your male pride," she scolded, pursing her lips. He nodded, still thinking she could have kept her voice down. "Anyway," she said with a sharp tone, "We used to be really tight. And I know what has happened with you getting shot and all that stuff with Cruz has affected that…"

"What I did affected that," Bosco added smiling weakly. Pain shot through Faith's chest, the image of him kissing Cruz flashing before her eyes, reminding her that she may never fully recover from her and his relationship with her.

"Yeah…well…we all make mistakes," she sighed, running her fingers down the lengths of her hair.

"Yeah…well…it's all over with now yeah? We're cool?" he asked eyeing her playfully. She grinned.

"Yeah we're cool," she confirmed turning for the exit.

He fell into her step following her out the door.

"So…who is this mystery girl then?" she asked with a half smile.

"Ah…I don't think you wanna know," he replied with a worrying laugh. She frowned.

"God Bosco! It's not Cruz is it?"

"No! God no! What? I'm stupid enough to make the same mistake…" he dragged off realising he already had made the same mistake twice. He looked up to catch that smug grin of hers. "Shut up."

"Never said anything," she said, smiling like a mad woman. He pushed at her shoulder, and she stumbled to the side laughing. "It's Meyers. Erin Meyers."

She stopped and he watched as she considered it for a moment. "Huh," she said finally. She then walked on, hands on her hips.

"Huh? What does huh mean?" he asked chasing after her.

"It means huh," she replied, still smiling. Realising he was totally lost she chuckled. "It means at least she's better than Cruz."

"Oh…ok," he said, breathing a sigh of relief, "so you and Gerard huh?"

"Yeah…me and Gerard. Great!" she said forcing a smile. He patted her shoulder.

"It's not that bad. Hell you might even get to like him!" he said heading for the street. She watched him go and he waved as he left.

"Maybe."