Dade was amused by the way Bosco was behaving. After pow- pow with Monroe and finding out what pastime Cruz has planned for herself today he started running up and down as if he was frantically searching for something, making mess, angrily throwing files, banging his fists, cursing under his breath. Nothing unusual nowadays. The whole Anti- Crime was observing him nervously and carefully. As always everybody in the precinct knew perfectly well what was happening between the two of them when in fact there was nothing. Yet. It was time for his move. As he noticed the looks full of sympathy that he was receiving, it infuriated him even more.

"What the hell are you staring at?"- he yelled and immediately detectives occupied themselves with everything but him. He was well aware that they were pretending to be busy but in fact they only wanted to know what he would do. And he wouldn't leave this like that. No fucking way. The mere thought of what could happen if Monroe hadn't spilt the beans made him boiling with anger. When he stumbled upon a report that seemed to be the wanted one he abruptly flounced out. The last sign that he was alive was loud slamming of door, demonstrating his mood or rather lack of it. Dade waited something like an hour or so hoping that it was enough time for Bosco to cool off.

" Just like Cruz. What a pity, two of a kind and can't reach understanding."- he thought to himself.

Then he knocked and entered. What he saw made him smile. Bosco was sitting at Cruz' desk, skimming through the file lying in front of him. In fact reports, pictures, lab analysis were scattered all over the desk so that there was no place left. He was so lost in his work that didn't notice Dade.

"Hey dude, you got infected with cruziness, or what?"- Dade asked waggishly.

Bosco threw him a wicked grin, stirred and stretched lazily. His neck and arms were stiff.

"The streets are waiting for us. Let's go catch some perps. Come on you are longing for the thrill of the chase, I can see it. Or maybe pay a visit our favourite C.I. and have some fun with him? What are you waiting for?"- Dade tempted.

"And this?"- he asked casually and motioned toward files.

" It won't escape. Beside do you remember any paperwork? Because I don't. Neither will she. Leave it on her desk and believe me it works wonders every time."- he said mischievously.

"We won't go anywhere."- Bosco answered decidedly.

"Oh yeah? And why? You suddenly become a paperwork aficionado? Or maybe you are afraid of her?"- he jibed.

"That's rich coming from you. We need to stay because I'm waiting for… "- Bosco said emotionlessly.

"Miracle?"- Dade suggested mockingly and gave him a sneering smile.

"No, phone call."- he added slyly. And after a short while it started ringing.

"Boscorelli."- he picked up.

"Yeah, you got my message?… and what do you think? Agreed?…. that's right decision. When could I collect it? Tomorrow?… The sooner the better… And today? I will be in 10 minutes in your office…. immediately. Great!… I owe you a lot."- he put down the receiver grinning like a Cheshire cat. What he heard warmed the cockles of his heart.

"You were in hurry? So let's go!"- he said and left the office.

She was nervous. Last time she was so nervous was in high school on her very first date. Later it went smooth. Never had such problems afterwards. It was rather men who get nervous around her. She liked to feel it, to know she could control them, that they were waiting on their hand and foot. That only one glance, move, smile could trigger off such a desirable reaction. Other women envied her. She wasn't Miss Popularity, some girls were prettier, dressed to kill, amiable but they were missing something inside. She had striking personality, always witty, bossy, challenging but once in the moon showing the other side of her, delicate, feminine, alluring but never vulnerable. Some kind of magic that attracted men like moths to fire, perfectly aware how painful it could be. It was never her who was trying to get closer, the one putting effort. And now it was different, somehow strange. She was never a primping type and now she had dilemma what to put on. She was dilly- dalling in front of the mirror. Black or red? Red or white? Red too fancy, white way too frilly and ceremonial. It wasn't wedding after all and she wasn't the radiant bride. She growled angrily and chose black. Simple and elegant. She really had enough. And hair? What should she do? Wear it loose, put up or maybe curl? She was trying to arrange her hair with her hands.

"What the hell is going on with me!"- she said to herself. "Gee I am acting like a true bimbo." She cooled off and took a deep breath. Then simply tied back her hair and carefully applied some glossy lipstick. She grabbed her keys and as she was getting out, she caught a glimpse of herself in mirror. She stopped for a while to take closer look. A familiar flicker appeared in her eyes, something that could entice every guy.

When she appeared in his apartment, everything was ready. Table, two plates, glasses, expensive red wine, red rose, excellent meal cooked by him. Everything as she expected, romantic, intimate, cozy even fluffy. Everything a girl would ever dream about. But there was something wrong about it. Something she couldn't exactly put her finger on. It just didn't feel right. Everything has been upside- down lately. She wasn't her normal self. Maybe she wasn't ready for it. And maybe she wanted something else. Or maybe it wasn't supposed to be with him. A particular person crossed her mind. She felt a bit uneasy when he tried to kiss her and withdrew a bit. He immediately pulled back sensing that it was inappropriate.

"It's just…"- she started insecurely.

"Don't worry, I pushed you too much."- he said smiling gently at her. Then he softly stroked her cheek.

"It wasn't so bad after all."- she thought to herself and looking into his eyes slowly started to move her lips closer to his. She stopped startled when she heard a tremendous, loud bang.

Please tell me what you think. Is anyone interested in this or it got so boring that I should stop?