Hi everyone! Sorry for the delay! Hope your still reading this one. And to Cuddy Cabin – I'm not English but you're close. I'm Irish. So I apologize for any terms I use that sound a bit out of place with the American show. Force of habit! I will try to discipline myself in that area! Teehee! xxx
16. Others see/we'll be strong/I know we'll/carry on/'cause if there's somebody/calling me on/she's the one/'cause if there's somebody/calling me on/she's the one.
"Hey Boscorelli, are you alright?" Monroe asked, her eyes narrowing. He glanced over at the passenger side and nodded.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" he replied, steering left. She shrugged, gazing out her window again.
"I dunno, you seem a little quiet is all," she said. He kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Sitting up he cleared his throat.
"I'm just thinkin'," he told her, his voice quiet. She smiled.
"I thought I smelt wood burning."
He looked at her briefly, rolling his eyes. "Real original."
"Thank you, I try," she chuckled. Buildings flew past as he drove down the street, his head not really on the job. In fact he wasn't exactly sure what it was on. It alternated between Erin, Faith, Gerard and for some weird reason chocolate. He wasn't even hungry; it just kept popping into his head. Faith always said the strangest things were often what went on in Bosco's head. Maybe she was right.
"Hey, you wanna stop for lunch?" Monroe asked, noting a restaurant as they stopped at the lights.
"Sure," he replied indicating for the diner. She smiled, satisfied by his answer. She looked over at him, realising he had again drifted into his own little Bosco world. She dreaded to think what was goin' on in that head of his sometimes. But then she caught sight of his features. They were drawn downward, his head hanging towards the windowpane in that dejected way of his. She decided to speak up.
"Somethin' the matter with you and Yokas?" she asked, clearing her throat. He looked startled by her very simple question.
"Uh…no…why…she said somethin'?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. She couldn't help but laugh.
"No you big goon!" she chuckled, "You just seem a bit down."
"There's more to my life than Faith Yokas ya know?" he snapped, switching off the engine. She was shocked by his comeback, her jaw hanging open.
"I know. It's just…" she dragged off. She wasn't sure why she had thought there'd be something up with them. She just presumed. His downers were usually because of some sort of fight he had, had with Faith. It was natural for Sasha to assume that's what he'd be worried about.
Or perhaps not.
"Listen Bosco, I'm sorry…" she began.
"No it's alright. My bad. I uh…I just didn't get much sleep last night," he explained as he parked the RMP. Monroe's jaw hung open and she mouthed an inaudible 'oh'.
"So that's it…" she said, "You got yourself a new girl."
He switched off the engine, turning in his seat to face her. Realising there was no point in lying he nodded. She grinned, happy that she had guessed correctly.
"Who is the lucky lady then?" she questioned, unbuckling her seatbelt.
"You wouldn't know her," he replied. She watched as he stepped out of the car and she quickly followed. They moved together towards the small restaurant.
"You never know, I might, go on tell me," she urged. He diverted his gaze to the building ahead. Maybe when they got inside she wouldn't be so…curious.
"Uh…her names Erin," he replied, keeping it on a first name basis. She frowned as he held open the door for her.
"You're gonna have to give me more than that," she said.
"Erin Meyers."
"Meyers? That psychologist girl?" she asks, wrinkling her nose. He slid into a nearby booth, his clothes creaking against the leather.
"Yeah," he confirmed. She eyed him, her hands wringing together on the white tabletop. It was as if she were trying to figure something out but for the world couldn't get it.
"Fair enough," she breathed, taking a menu in her hands. She still looked confused though, her eyes darting over the page.
"What?"
"Sorry?" she said, glancing up from behind the menu. He leaned forward closing the gap between them.
"You have somethin' to say, tell me what it is," he instructed. She met his gaze and shrugged.
"You won't like what I gotta say," she replied. Using his index finger he pushed the menu down from her eyes to the table, forcing her to look at him.
"Come on Monroe," he said, his tone quiet. She sighed, glancing sideways.
"Well…what about you and Faith?"
"What about us?" he asked, suddenly putting up his defence. He sat back in the booth, his arms folded across his chest. She stared at him, biting down on her lower lip. He knew what she meant, and it saddened her he would go to such length's to deny it. She had always thought the pair were soul mates. Destined to end up together. Although she would never say it out loud. Bosco would kick her ass if she did.
"Nothing…obviously," she replied, rolling her eyes.
"No go on….what'd you mean by 'me and Faith'?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Oh come on Boscorelli!" she cried, exasperated, "You know exactly what I mean!"
"No actually…I don't have a clue," he muttered, running a hand over his face. She gazed at him, shaking her head.
"I just thought that you thought more of her that's all," she conceded, fixing her gaze on her hands. He watched her. He wasn't exactly sure what Sasha was trying to achieve. Or what she was suggesting.
She felt his knee bobbing up and down beneath the table. It was infuriating. He was worse than a spoilt kid. "Why do you to always go around in circles?" she asked suddenly. He gazed back at her, his hand playing with his mouth.
"We don't…we're friends. Everyone seems to think there's something deeper behind it but there's not. A woman and a man can be friends you know," he told her. She nodded, her brown eyes wide.
"Yeah. A woman and a man can be friends. But you and Faith…you'll always be more than that. You can't help it. It's just who you are. You're soul mates Bosco. She's the one person who gets you. And trust me that's something I never thought would be possible."
He considered her for a moment, his head hanging to one side as he examined her with those piercing bluey green eyes of his. "There's no such thing," he said finally.
She looked at him blankly.
"As soul mates," he said, filling in the blanks. "There's no such thing as soul mates, or true love or any of that mushy crap. It only exists in movies and on T.V. And possibly in your head."
She laughed despite herself. He just watched her, wondering what her comeback would be, if she had one that was. Eventually she lifted her head, a smile plastered over her face.
"Whatever," she breathed, blinking. He was confused. He was expecting more of a defence than that. What the hell was this?
"Whatever…" he echoed, "That's it? For something you seem to believe in you don't want to defend it too much. Must mean you don't believe it either."
"Oh I believe it. I just don't see the point in arguing with someone who believes it too but will argue that to the death," she smiled. He shook his head.
"I don't believe in all that shit."
"Sure you don't," she said, patronizingly. He sighed.
"I don't."
"I know."
"Monroe…" he mumbled.
"So what do you want? I think I'll go for the chicken," she announced brightly. He stared at her as she beckoned the waitress and ordered her food. Both women then looked at him waiting patiently for his order. He just watched Monroe, wondering what she was playing at.
"Uh…same," he said dragging his eyes to the waitress. She nodded and went to fetch their orders.