Author Note (dodges tomatoes) Sorry, I am truly sorry for those that had been waiting for the continuation of this story. Its just one of those I have to be in a certain mood to write, and hopefully Chapter 16 will come quickly. Anyways, once again, thanks Boscogirl for reading it over and helping. If you find any mistakes, ignore lol, they are not there! ;)

Without further annoyance from me babbling, here you go!

Chapter 15 – The Right Path

Maurice Boscorelli could not get over the fact how dressed up he was now. Looking down he was in a nice set of jeans, and a clean t-shirt that actually fit him. To him it was very nice, but to a normal person it was just average day clothes. Then again for as long as Bosco could remember clothing was never a big deal to him. Washing was never an issue either, so the sweat stains stayed along with food and even drugs would become a part of his clothing. He never really cared and nobody made a comment to him about it so there it would stay.

But slowly, without even realizing it, he was beginning to pull his life back together. He found himself wanting to be sporting a cleaner appearance. Even though his mother had been dead for many years because of his father, he still could remember things that had been taught to him. Those teachings were coming back subconsciously without even acknowledging the fact that is what was happening to him. Bosco wasn't able to see it, but anybody that had known him could see it.

There was truly one person he had to thank for this all happening to him, and it was Faith Mitchell. He had to correct himself, Yokas. It was very evident that Fred and Faith were reconsidering their marriage again, and it was only a matter of time before he would have to call her by that, so he figured, he better get use to it. But it was all her doing because without her he'd be either in prison serving for a crime that he committed trying to get drugs or selling them. Could of even been more worse then that if she hadn't stepped in, he could be dead laying right next to his mother and brother. That's why he was so excited on the news, and was walking as fast as he could to her apartment.

Reaching her stoop he climbed the stairs walked in and took the stairs in two. Knocking on the apartment door he waited in anticipation. One thing that sucked being in his type of class, he didn't own a whole lot of possessions. One of them was a fancy cell phone; hell he didn't even own a telephone at his own shit hole apartment. For that one moment, in time he really wished he owned one so he could tell if she was home or at work and wouldn't have to bother with knocking on the door waiting for some type of answer.

About to give up Faith answered the door in her P.J's. Her hair was a mess, and dark circles were under her eyes. It dawned on him; it was 10:00 A.M. She worked the third shift, so that meant he had disturbed her sleep pattern.

"Sorry, that I woke you up."

Faith shrugged. She had a rough night. There had been a school shooting at a high school. They had tracked the kid down and were finally able to apprehend him. But that kid had taken out a few more before they had gotten to him, and that set off a nerve in Faith. The very thought, that she was going to be sending her children off to a place were she thought they would be safe and now she had to worry they'd have to start dodge bullets. It just was not what she wanted and figured the type of world she wanted to live in. So worrying over this had caused her to toss and turn all night, and when she finally fell asleep the erratic sound of a knock on her door brought her out of bed.

She was surprised it didn't show up on her face, but she was quite surprised to find Boscorelli standing there in nice clothes. She then noted they were the ones she had bought for him.

She had found out his birthday was only a few weeks ago. No longer opening his file to find out personal information about him, she was left out in the dark until he commented on it. That had been his mistake admitting it was his birthday and not wanting him to go without some kind of present, Faith had offered to buy him some. At first he revolted at the idea, but she insisted and would not get off the idea until she got her way. Although, it seemed the more she spent with him, the more he began to open up to her.

She finally came out of daze and offered him in with a jester of her hand and stepping out of the way.

"Come in."

Boscorelli then walked into the apartment with Faith shutting the door behind her. Bosco sat on the coffee table as Faith went to the couch. She sank into it and then grabbed a pillow and hugged it to herself. She waited for Bosco to start the conversation, he had come over for a reason and she really was beginning to get curious as to why.

Bosco then stood up walking back and forth pacing. If wasn't obvious before that he had something on his mind; it was showing up even more so now. He was moving his fingers nervously between one another and pulling them apart. Then finally he stopped and looked at her.

"I got a job."

The kind of information woke Faith up completely. She sat up rigid and the happiness that bled through her features made Bosco very content. He didn't expect however for her to stand up and give him a hug.

"That's great! I'm so happy for you!"

Faith was more then pleased she was down right ecstatic. As Bosco began to change slowly he was becoming a better person. He was beginning to show his true colors. He wasn't some druggie on the street making the world even worse. He was a great person, with tremendous heart and it almost pained Faith to see this because he could have had such great potential. Been a good influence on people instead of taking the dark path that he had led most of his life. But he was changing for the better and getting a job was only in the right direction.

Bosco hugged her back and then they parted as she just smiled at him with the biggest one she could muster. They both sat back down as Faith then wanted to know everything about it.

"So what are you doing? Come on details."

"I'm working in a factory, doing stupid shit…." Bosco really didn't know how to explain it. He really didn't understand what the job was about, they just told him he was hired and that was really all he had heard.

"That's so great, really is…." Then Faith had an idea suddenly so she leaned in and gave him a quick few pats on his knee. "You know what, give me one minute."

Bosco nodded his head as she jumped up from the couch once more and ran into her room. Few minutes later she came back out wearing some nice jeans and a nice blouse as she put in some earrings in.

"This causes for a celebration."

"Naaa." He waved her off; he didn't want her spending any more money on him. But she wouldn't hear of it, she grabbed his arm, making him stand up.

"If I have to drag you there, I will, come on." Nodding her head, Bosco gave in and walked out of the apartment.

(Applebee's Restaurant)

Bosco looked down at the cars and pedestrians that were going about their business in Time Square, completely oblivious to the fact he was staring at them and getting a great kick out of it to. It was like he was seeing New York for the very first time, but in child's eyes.

Faith was watching this very amused, as she drank some of her water and watched Bosco. To an average person, this was a nice place to eat, but nothing terribly expensive. To Bosco it was something more; he didn't get to eat in places like this. Burger King was about the closets to a restaurant he had ever gotten to, so this was a whole new thing for him.

Then she looked out the window and zoned out for a couple of seconds, remembering it was only a few months ago that she talked to Fred about reconsidering their marriage. Ironic thing, Bosco was the one that made her rethink it over. He had confronted her about it and made her see it in another light. She really had to owe him a thank you for helping her with her marriage. But she really didn't know how to form the words into a compliment without some how making him feel uncomfortable in the processes, and then feeling stupid for even bringing it up.

Shaking her thoughts she began to mess with the napkin and then Bosco turned and looked at her and shook his head. She glanced up and smiled. "What?"

"If you would have told me, few months ago I'd be sitting here in a restaurant with you, and talking about having a job…."

"You would have cussed me out."

"Yeah well," Faith looked down at her fingers again, "I would have never thought…" She didn't finish that thought realizing how wrong it sounded.

"That I could change?" Bosco knew what Faith was thinking. He may not know all the times what was running through her mind, but he understood her sometimes. That she would have never guessed he could actually walk on the good side for a change, and straighten his life out.

Faith nodded her head. She felt bad for even bringing it up but then Bosco surprised her by saying, "Me to." Faith looked up and caught Bosco's honesty and sincere in his eyes.

"I hope you don't take this the wrong way," Faith could no longer take it she wanted to know something that had plagued her ever since she meet Maurice Boscorelli; "what did you dream as a child, you know when you grew up?"

"Not this." Bosco let out a laugh which caused Faith to snort, then that turned into a giggle which then turned into a whole heartfelt laugh. Nobody ever plans on being a druggie, it just the path they choose and just can't seem to turn back around and take another path. They have to ride it out until they find another road to take, and take their chances on that one.

After they stopped laughing and Bosco thought about it for a second, he then smirked. "Your going to find this funny….hell I'm not telling you."

Faith now was really curious, she couldn't take it when somebody did that to her. Act like they were going to tell you then tease you and not tell. It was like waving chocolate in your face and then saying your not allowed to have any.

"No, you have to..come on…please." Faith urged Bosco to tell her, she had to know what Bosco wanted to be when he grew up.

"Well….," Bosco let out a snicker, "I always thought when I grew up I be an officer….a cop."

Faith sat back in her chair staring at Bosco. She wasn't sure if she believed him or not. Bosco had this way about himself, he'd make you fall for something and be very believable, and then after he got you fooled he'd then let you know. He was a complete and utter bullshitter, and such a smartass at that to, so it was very hard to tell if he as actually telling the truth.

Bosco, as a cop. She almost wanted to laugh at the very idea of him being one. But the more she thought about it the more she liked that very idea of him being one. Although he had a temper, he would be a very good cop. She could see it, the devotion, that drive to be the best you can be at your job. It really was a shame that he couldn't apply to be one. But there was no chance in hell, he had a criminal record and not to mention he would either need to be in the military for two years or have some college credits.

"You'd made a good cop Bosco."

Bosco stared at her for a few seconds, watching for some kind of smirk as though she was faking him out. He really did believe that she wasn't telling the truth, just trying to make him feel good, that he could have been a good cop if he had not made so many stupid choices in his life. But he found nothing that made him not believe her and he just nodded his head and looked down at his thumb.

Not much had been said for their food had arrived shortly after that. Comments were made in between eating the food, but then they had to part ways for Faith had looked at her watch to realize how close it was to having to go to work.

Bosco was still sitting at the table when she got up, she reached over and patted him on the hand. "I'll talk to you later, okay? Congratulation again on your job." She then gave him a wink and with that turned back around and left.

Sitting there he watched her walk out of the restaurant and then turned and watched out the window. Turning back around, he to got up from the chair and left the table, never noticing that somebody to had been watching Faith and was following her right back to her apartment.

TBC….

Thanks to those who are still reviewing, I just love hearing what you think of this story and hope your still enjoying it and sorry once again for not getting on the ball quicker and writing this chapter. ;) I hope you don't hate me either Yammy (hides and goes running)

P.S. Ransom should be up shortly, I'm going to start working on that tomorrow!