Title: Knights Reunited

Authors: Jamie552 (writes Bosco POV) and Starbright (writes Faith POV)

Summary: At Lieu's birthday party, the firefighters, paramedics, and police officers from the old 55 are reunited for the first time since the fire. As they get to know each other again, their lives change forever…

Author's Note: Here's the third chapter. Hope you all like it.

I stood in front of the mirror in my bathroom, trying desperately to get rid of the alfalfa hair that was sticking up at the back of my head. The invitation said that we all had to be at Haggerty's between 6:30 and 7:00 that night, and according to my alarm clock beside my bed, it was almost 6:15. Wanting to look good for Lieu's birthday, I'd decided on wearing my best blue jeans and a white long-sleeved shirt. I didn't know if I'd need a jacket, but I was going to take my leather jacket just in case.

When I got home from work that afternoon, I'd found a message on my machine from Davis. He'd told me that he was looking forward to seeing me at the party, and that if I didn't go, he'd hunt me down and shoot me with my own gun. He ruined the effect by bursting out in laughter, and I couldn't help but smile.

Finally fixing my hair, I grabbed my car keys and my jacket, and made my way out the door. I felt my nerves kick in at the thought that in 15 minutes, I'd be sitting with my old friends. As the days leading up to the party passed, I'd tried several times to talk myself out of going. I tried to tell myself that the gang wouldn't care if I didn't go, I tried to tell myself that I didn't fit in anymore…I even tried to tell myself that Faith would leave at the sight of me. At first, I even considered bringing a date along, but more than anything I wanted to talk with Lieu, Davis and Faith…so I opted to go solo.

You know how when your nervous about something and your dreading that particular moment, time and space work together to make it come that much faster? Well, that most certainly didn't happen to me that night. I was stuck in a traffic jam on Arthur due to blinking street lights and the officers directing traffic weren't really interested in getting people through quickly. By the time I made it through the light, the clock on the dash read 7:16. "Great, I'm late." I muttered, speeding down Arthur. I soon found myself parking the car, and making my way down the street to, what once was, our weekly hangout.

I stood outside, looking through the front window into the crowded bar. I could see everyone…Davis was sitting with Sully and Lieu at the bar…Doc and Jimmy were talking with Carlos by the juke-box…and Kim, Sasha and Faith were sitting in a far booth drinking what looked like margaritas. I took a deep breath and quickly opened the door, entering the bar.

Davis, hearing the sound of the door, turned to look at me, a grin coming across his face. "Bosco!"

I smiled, making my way over to them. "Hey, man."

Davis stood from his stool, and pulled me into a rough hug. "Your lucky you came…you got my message?"

"Yeah, I got it." I said, laughing and turning to Lieu. "Happy birthday, Lieu."

Lieu stood, shaking my hand then pulling me into a hug. "Thanks for coming Bosco."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, boss." I broke the hug, and shook hands with Sully.

"It's amazing to me Bosco, that you go from being late everyday for roll call…to being late for my birthday party." Lieu said, smiling and shaking his head.

I chuckled. "Come on Lieu, you know you miss me…even when I'm late."

"Don't flatter yourself, Boscorelli-" He replied, his smile growing. "Why would I miss you?"

"Cause it's me." I said, smirking, as I made my way back to the bathroom.

As I got further away, I heard Lieu's voice again. "I actually do miss that shmuck." I turned to look at him, smirking again as I continued back to the bathroom.

The bathroom was empty, and I walked up to the mirror once again checking the persistent alfalfa hair. It felt good laughing and joking with those guys again…almost like old times. I'd tried not to look at Faith when I first walked into the bar, even though I'd felt her eyes on me until I disappeared into the bathroom.

When I'd seen her through the window, I couldn't help but think about how beautiful she looked. That's one big thing that I'd noticed since her promotion…she'd started buying these business suits, fancier shoes. Even though she looked amazing, I still longed to see her in her uniform with her clunky boots.

I left the bathroom, and walked back over to where the guys were sitting at the bar. Sully looked at me, and motioned to the bar stool next to Davis. "Sit down, get comfy."

"Yeah, I will in a minute." I motioned to the bartender for a beer, then turned to Davis. "So, how are things going with you and Sasha these days?"

"You could ask me that yourself, you know." I turned and came face to face with Sasha, who was smiling.

"Hey!" I said, pulling her into a hug. "How are you?"

"Good." We broke the hug, and she was still smiling. "I'm really good. How about you? Haven't seen a lot of you lately."

I shrugged. "I'm gettin' by. Things at work have been pretty crazy."

"Well, what the hell do you expect?" Sully asked, smiling, "It's Bed-Stuy…not Pleasantville."

"Yeah, tell me about it." I turned my gaze back to Sasha, who was now sitting on Davis' lap. "So, how are things with you guys?"

Sasha chuckled. "Things with us are good. Right?" She asked, turning her head to look at Davis.

He nodded. "Couldn't be better."

"I keep saying that they should get married-" Sully chimed in, elbowing Davis in the side. "-but, naturally, Davis has to disagree with everything that I say."

Davis laughed. "I don't disagree with you…I just-"

"Disagree with me." Sully finished, sipping his water.

"We just wanna take our time…don't wanna rush into anything, that's all." Sasha said, looking to Sully, who nodded.

"So, Sullivan…how's the retired life treatin' you?" I asked, sipping my beer. "Catch any fish lately?"

Sully laughed. "Yeah, a couple."

"He caught more than fish." Lieu added, smiling.

"Really?"

Sully nodded and turned towards the juke-box. "Hey, Monica, could you come here?"

My eyes widened as an attractive brunette made her way over, smiling. She looked around at us, before looking at Sully. "Yeah?"

Sully wrapped an arm around Monica's waist, and nodded towards me. "I want you to meet, Maurice Boscorelli. Bosco, this is Monica Green."

I put my beer down, and held out my hand politely. "Nice to meet you."

She smiled, reaching over and shaking my hand. "It's nice to meet you to…John has told me a lot about you."

"Good things, I hope." I said, smiling and leaning against the bar counter.

She shrugged. "For the most part." Everyone laughed, and Monica looked at me smiling. "Yes, good things."

I raised my beer in a 'cheers', and took a sip.

Carlos suddenly appeared, guiding a very pregnant Holly to one of the few remaining bar stools. She let out a long breath, placing both hands on her stomach. "I feel…fat." I couldn't help but laugh, and Holly turned to me smiling. "Bosco! Didn't even know you were here."

I nodded. "Yeah, I know. Just got here." As carefully as I could, I wrapped my arms around Holly in a hug. "It's good to see you."

Holly nodded as I pulled away. "It's good to see you to."

Carlos slapped me on the back, grinning. "Long time no see."

I smiled. "You to."

"Now, I've been meaning to ask you this." Davis said, looking at Carlos. "Are you sure your ready to be a father?"

"Meaning what?" Carlos asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Meaning…a baby? You can't even take care of yourself half the time."

Everyone laughed as Carlos' face went a deep shade of red. "That was then…this is now." His voice was quiet.

Holly nodded, also laughing. "He's been getting better."

"When are you due?" Sasha asked, her eyes focusing on the beach ball sized belly that Holly was sporting.

"September 18th."

"Congrats, dude." I said, shaking Carlos' hand.

"Speaking of babies and marriage." Davis said, looking at me. "What about you, Bosco? You been catching anything other than fish over in Bed-Stuy?"

I laughed, sipping my beer again. "A little bit…not nearly as much as I used to though."

"He's worn himself out." Sully said, laughing.

"That's impossible, Sul." A smirk came across my face. "The day will never come when I've worn myself out."

"I don't doubt it." Lieu added in, as everyone laughed again.

I grinned, once again drinking my beer. A conversation started around me, and my eyes wandered to Faith, who was still sitting with Kim in the back booth. After a minute, like I though she would, she sensed me watching her. She turned her gaze to me, and we locked eyes for the first time since I got there. My stomach fell down to my ankles as she slid from the booth, and made her way over to me. I took another drink of beer as she stopped beside me.

"Hey, Boz." She said, hugging me.

Not sure what to do, I awkwardly hugged her back. "It's good to see you."

"You to." She pulled away, and awkwardly shifted from foot to foot.

"Having fun?"

She looked up at me, smiling slightly. "Yeah…it's nice to see everyone again." I nodded, looking down and nervously playing with a napkin that was sitting on the counter.

When I didn't continue the conversation, Faith again tried to smile. "Just wanted to say hello." And with that she started back towards the booth, shooting me a nervous glance over her shoulder.

Once she was gone, I quickly sat down on the stool next to Davis. Davis asked Sasha to get up, cleared his throat, and sat there staring at me. Sighing, I turned to him. "What?"

He blinked stupidly, pulling his stool closer to me, to avoid anyone else hearing him. "What do you think?"

"Davis, I didn't come here for a lecture-"

"Well, too bad. You're here now, so your stuck with it."

I sighed again. "What do you want from me? Want me to go over there and kiss her?"

His eyes widened slightly. "Well, no."

"Then what?" I finished off my beer, asking the bartender for another one.

It was his turn to sigh, pushing my new beer away from me before I could drink it. "Listen to me." He said at the irritated look on my face. "I want you to tell my why you came tonight."

"Davis-"

"Tell me, why you came tonight."

I looked at him, not at all trying to hide the agitation in my voice. "It's Lieu's birthday."

"Wrong." He said, pointing at me. "Try again. Why did you come tonight?"

I felt angry at the tone of his voice…he was talking to me like I was a kid. "Don't talk to me like I'm stupid, Davis."

"Well then, stop acting stupid." He replied simply, sipping his beer and moving mine further away when I tried to reach for it. "If your honest, you'll admit you came here to see Faith."

"I didn't come here just to see her. Now, give me my beer."

"Your acting stupid again."

I sighed, finally grabbing my beer back. "Fine…then I'm stupid."

Davis laughed, looking at me. "Why won't you admit it?"

"Admit what?"

"Why won't you admit that you miss her?"

I once again turned my gaze to the bar-counter. I did miss Faith…I missed her every minute of everyday…but that was something that I'd planned to keep to myself. I tried to take all emotion out of my voice as I replied. "Forget about it, Davis."

He sat there watching me, apparently trying to think of other ways to knock sense into me. "You're a stubborn jackass…you know that?"

I nodded, swallowing a mouthful of beer. "Yeah, so I've heard."

Davis suddenly leaned closer to me, talking low enough so only I could hear him. "You may think that no one sees…you may think that you'll be able to forget her…but your wrong."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked just as quietly, turning to look at him.

"You know what I'm talking about, Bosco." He said, his eyes burning a hole through mine. "So do everyone a favour, get over yourself, and go and make up with her."

"You think this has to do with ego, or pride?"

"This has everything to do with ego and pride."

I shook my head. "You don't know what your talking about."

"No, I do know." He said, once again moving closer. "Bosco, if there's one thing I've learned about you…it's that your ego is the size of a hot air balloon, and just as fragile-"

"Where the hell are you going with this?" I interrupted. Sitting there listening to him basically call me a jerk was something I wasn't going to deal with.

"When she got promoted to detective…that's when it started, and that was the biggest blow for you. Then once we were re-assigned, and she was sent to Major Cases…it just continued on from there."

"What Davis? What continued on from there?"

"Your hurt…your pain." He said, softly. "You thought she gave you up-"

"That's none of your damn business." I hissed, looking around to make sure no one had heard.

"Maybe not. But if your honest, you'll admit it."

I sighed, resting my elbow against the counter and putting my head in my hand. "Please…just…stop, Davis. I didn't come here to get depressed, ok?"

I saw pity and regret flashing behind Davis' eyes as he looked at me. He lightly shook his head, and turned to glance at Sasha before turning back to me. "You see Sasha over there?" I nodded. "I did with her exactly what your doing with Faith. I was mad at her, I felt betrayed…but now that I think about it…I can't imagine not having her in my life." He paused, nodding in the direction of Faith. "Believe me when I say that you'll regret it for the rest of your life…if you let her leave tonight without saying anything else to her."

"I can't talk to her, Davis. You don't understand-"

"I do understand, Bosco. I understand that your mad, that your upset…and that your scared of messing up the one relationship in your life that has never faltered." He sighed, shaking his head. "But if you feel that ignoring her, being mad at her…and trying to forget her is gonna work…then you go right ahead." Davis stood from his stool, and turned back to look at me. "You keep doing whatever it is you feel you need to do, to get that miracle out of your life." With that, he turned away from me heading over to Sasha.

I was alone now, sitting at the bar nursing my third beer. I looked around at everyone laughing, and smiling. They were all here to celebrate…I'd started out that way when I first got there, but after talking to Davis, I was right back to square one.

I downed another 2 beers as well as 3 shots of bourbon in the next half hour, and my vision was starting to blur. I'd known while drinking them that I was having too much, but I didn't care. All I cared about was wiping the conversation with Davis from my mind. He'd hit too close to home, and I wanted to forget it…forget the feelings that were welling up inside of me.

Lieu soon came to the bar, calling everyone over…speech time. The old 55 surrounded the bar, smiling and laughing. Faith stood with Kim, on Lieu's left side, while I sat on his right. "I just wanted to say something to all of you." He started, looking around. "It means, so much to me…that all of you are here tonight. When Laura asked me what I wanted for my birthday, my only response was…I want my watch all under one roof again." There were ripples of laughter as Lieu continued. "I've got my officers, as well as the paramedics and firefighters that made Camelot what it was…my second home…my second family. Every single person around me, has risked their life for their friends…for their city…and for their country. You are, without a doubt, the bravest and most amazing group of people I could ever ask to work with."

Some people started clapping, smiling big…as Lieu once again continued. "There are people here…that have worked together for years." He paused, looking from me to Faith. "People who will be friends for the rest of their careers…as well as the rest of their lives."

I started shaking my head, and gave a hollow laugh. Lieu stopped talking, and looked over at me. "You have something you wanna add, Bosco?"

I looked up, and realized that the entire group was focused on me. When I spoke, my voice was surprisingly steady. "I don't agree with you, Lieu."

Davis' eyes widened, stepping forward towards me. "Come on, Bosco…you've had too many-"

"No, Davis…I haven't had too many." Davis sighed, stepping back beside Sasha. "I agree with you Lieu, when you say that everyone here has risked their lives. But, there are some people here-" I paused, locking eyes with Faith. "Who won't be friends for the rest of their lives."

"Bosco-"

"Shut up, Davis." I warned, not taking my eyes off Faith. "See, some people here, don't value friendship. Some people here, don't value partnership. Some people here…don't value love." Tears were welling up in Faith's eyes, but I kept my eyes locked with hers as I spoke. "I used to have a partner that I could go to for anything. A partner that I could tell anything to. A partner that I loved." I shook my head, glancing down at the floor. "But she…she didn't feel the way I did. Then one day-" I raised my eyes back to Faith's. "She saw an out. She saw a brand new office, a brand new title…and a brand new partner. And she traded me in…her best friend, her partner for 14 years…she traded me in for a fancier badge."

People started looking at each other…some focusing on me, others focusing on Faith. Tears were falling down her face, and she took a deep breath. "I didn't trade in my best friend for a fancier badge."

"Yeah, you did." I said, our eyes locking again. "When I was in the hospital, you took the first chance you could to get away from me. What? The words "pay rise" were too good for you to ignore?"

Faith wiped at her eyes, taking in another breath. Kim leaned over and placed her hand on Faith's shoulder. "He's drunk, Faith. He doesn't mean it."

"Yeah, he does." She answered quietly, still looking at me. "With him, his true feelings always come out when he drinks." She paused, her burning eyes focusing on me. "You think you know so much, Bosco. You think that you can read my mind? You can't. I've been through more crap these last two years, than you can possibly imagine. But once again, you think that you're all that matters."

"Faith, it's not worth it." Kim said, softly. "He won't even remember."

"Sure he will. He always does." Faith focused on me again. "I thought you were dead, Boz. I sat there with you for what felt like hours…watching you die in my arms, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I couldn't get your blood...off of my hands. You think you lost your partner? You think you lost your best friend to a promotion? Let me tell you something, you have no idea what it feels like to lose a partner, to lose a best friend. No idea!" She turned suddenly, throwing open the door of the bar and making her way outside.

I sat there on the stool, feeling every eye on me. Kim shot me a death glare, before turning and sprinting out the door after Faith. Davis walked over, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Come on, Bosco. I'll take you home."

I allowed him to lift me from the stool and guide me to the door. He stopped and turned to Sasha. "I'll be back, ok?" She nodded, and Davis pushed me outside.

He led me to my Mustang, practically throwing me into the backseat. "You know, when I said you should talk to her…that's not at all what I meant." He slammed the door shut and made his way to the driver's side. I didn't even hear him start the car…

TBC….