Something that they finished in more cozy and intimate place, just as it once crossed his mind.It was her apartment and more precisely her bed. And she was lying there with him. Or rather at him, sleeping peacefully. It seemed that she enjoyed the dream she was having. He could tell that from the gentle smile that crept on her lips. Maybe she was dreaming about him? That thought made him smile too. His hand brushed slowly against her long, shiny hair and played gently with a wisp that fell over her eyes. He put it behind her ear and tenderly caressed her soft cheek realizing how much he missed the touch of her skin. He looked at her but his eyes seemed distant. Focused on something else. Indeed there was a lot going through his mind now. He didn't expect that so much would happen so soon. That she would let him here and trust again. But last night showed him what it meant to her. For them. And as much as he wanted to start this with straightening things out with her, talking about past, explaining and letting her explain, something different came as a first. And there was a lesson for him in that too. That it was now, here and them. Nothing he could plan or control. Or take for granted. And that he should be thankful for that second chance. Things could have shaped differently at many stages, with Lettie, Noble and shooting in the hotel room, her rape. And there could be no such point that they reached now. Things that happened, simply happened and they had to accept that. Every single one had a meaning and reason. Taught them something. Changed in one way or another. But it was time to put it behind. Not forget, that would be impossible. Some would stay with them for the rest of their lives. But they had to move on. There was something more waiting for them. And he was not going to screw it up this time.

He was so absorbed with his though that he didn't hear her mobile phone ringing. And it kept on ringing for some time. That's when he felt her shifting uncomfortably. She was mumbling something drowsily too. He couldn't really make it out but it caught his attention. Her hand reached toward bedside table, groping blindly for the phone. Seeing that her patience was running out with every dial tone he decided to help her. Covering her hand with his he slid it slowly toward the edge, where the cause of her irritation was. And together they found it. She propped herself up on one elbow, rubbing her sleepy eyes that squinted against the brightness of her bedroom.

"Cruz. Yeah it's me." She picked it up. And as the person on the line was talking she looked at Bosco mildly amused and smiled knowingly. He smiled back a bit confused. Something put her in a good mood and he wanted to know what it was.

" Oh really?" She asked innocently and tried to suppress laughter. He wondered what the hell could be so funny. And he was about to learn.

"Could you explain me what my flowers are doing on Sgt. Phillips's desk?" She asked calmly and put the phone back at the bedside table. After that she looked at him questioningly.

It knocked him for six. The smile on his lips froze and vanished. He was clueless and gawking at her helplessly.

"I don't have idea." He managed to say. But she didn't seem convinced.Not at all. She arched a brow and gave him a suspicious look.

Slowly as the initial confusion passed the painful realization dawned on him. It was something that completely slipped his mind. A little, white lie he promptly forgot about. But apparently it didn't forget about him. He looked at her innocently, trying to soften her. And opened his mouth to deny it once again.

"What about yesterday's lying part?" She got him here. And left him speechless.

"Oh come on Bosco." She tempted as her hand gently fondled his chest, drawing circles lower and lower.

"You know I will drag it out of you anyway." He never doubted that. Judging from how much she has already managed , during that night, it was going to be a piece of cake for her.

"You told David that I got transferred, didn't you?" She leant and whispered sultry to his ear, knowing pretty well which button to push.

'It's just that… I was jealous." Maurice Boscorelli admitting that he was jealous. It was definitely worth living to see that day.

"And that's why a bunch of red roses is lying on desk of Narcotics Sergeant of 53?" She asked astonished.

"Well, it's not something that any women would mind. Right? Even if she is Narcotics Sergeant." He regained some of his wit and relaxed. Obviously there was nothing to worry about.

" Except, it's he." She said with a self-satisfied smirk on her lips. He was gonna catch it this time.

"What?"

"Sergeant Phillips is he. Worked with him a couple of times. Rough methods, tough guy. " She added and chuckled seeing his face.

" You are joking, right?" He asked uneasy hoping that it was another one of her silly, little games designed to add some sparkle to his life.

"Nope. But the whole unit was joking and teasing him about the secret admirer that sent him flowers. But wait for the best part." She was finding immense satisfaction it this and couldn't stop grinning.

" His wife showed up in the precinct and saw the flowers." She revealed.

"He should have told her it was for her." He sounded unimpressed by her revelation. There was nothing big in that. Nothing that could cause the scale of trouble he got used to. He was more worried about the "it's he" part.

'He did."

"So what's the problem?" He asked confidently.

'There was a note attached to bouquet and addressed to me. And believe me it was very personal. So you can probably imagine her reaction."

"Bosco?" He seemed to be somewhere else. She knew where, but there was still something she wanted to tell him. He turned his head and threw her a dirty look. She had his undivided attention now.

"Did I mention that he wants your head on his desk?" She waited till her words would sink it. And when they did he nearly fell from the bed, scared to death.

"Maritza you wouldn't do that…" He started and seeing her smiling, triumphant face he whined " Tell me you didn't…" He looked at her pleadingly, feeling growing fear inside.

"You are an idiot." She said and laughed softly. And he felt like one. But when he met her eyes there was so much tenderness and softness in them that it made him smile too. And he decided to risk the question that has crossed his mind million times that day.

"But you love me that way, don't you?" He asked half jokingly, half seriously.

"Yeah." And gotpretty serious answer.