AUTHOR: trista groulx (the dustytiger)
DISCLAIMER: kim, faith, fred, joey, bobby, jimmy, bosco, davis, sully, none of these characters are mine, i'm just borowing them to play with them for a little while, they belong to their creator and the actors and actresses who portray them, i promise i'll be gentle, don't sue RATING: PG-13 tops currently
CONTENT: kim/faith friendship, fred/faith divorce, kim/bobby r, faith/bosco sex/ust
SPOILERS: 32 bullets and a broken heart (missing scene/continuation)
SUMMARY: Kim and Faith become friends after they share their heartaches that Valintines day.
AUTHORS NOTES: i thought that the story needed some partners type stuff, you'll see what i mean, have some fun stuff coming up in the next few chapters, i hope you like it all, i always love to hear it if 'ya do!
It was finally time for Bosco and Faith's meal break. Faith was glad, her stomach had been growling for almost an hour, but they weren't able to clear for lunch any earlier. Bosco pulled up to a small diner, and they both got out of the squad, stretched their legs a little, then went inside.
They sat down facing each other at a booth. They each ordered a hamburger platter when the waitress came by.
"I don't know what I want to do with the kids this week," Bosco told his partner.
"You don't have any ideas?" she asked him. "You usually have stuff planned a few weeks in advance, and you're taking them tomorrow."
"I know. I don't wanna cancel, but I just don't know what I want do do."
"They really look forward to their Bosco nights, so I hope you don't cancel on them."
"I'm not planning on it I promise, I'll find something to do with them, I'm sure." He smiled at her.
"You have to have some ideas rolling around in that head of yours."
"I do, kind of. I was thinking of maybe seeing a movie, but it's so overpriced, and most of the time when they see me the can't stop telling me stories, so I don't think people in the theater would like that too much. What's the point of paying thirteen bucks to see a movie and be quiet you know?"
"I understand completely."
"But I really thought it could be fun to just watch a movie with them. You know something quiet. I mean it's great to do physical stuff with them, but I'd like to have some down time too."
Bosco had really started to care about those kids since he had started taking them out on a weekly basis. Occasionally when someone commented on his parenting skills when they saw him with them he wouldn't even correct them. He really liked Emily and Charlie, and had told Faith since they were born that he'd have kids if he was guaranteed to get two like hers.
Now he seemed to be starting to play the role of surrogate father to them, with Fred gone, and he loved it. He just didn't want word getting around that he was actually starting to get soft.
Faith laughed. "That makes sense but you know my kids aren't so good with quiet time. What if you do a movie night? We used to have them with Fred once in a while. We'd rent a couple of movies, pop a bunch of popcorn, get into our pajamas and watch movies, and laugh, and have great time."
"I like that idea."
She smiled at him. "Good, then is it settled? You'll have a movie night?"
"Are you going to join us for this movie night?"
"Sure, it sounds like it could be fun."
"Do I get to see you in your pajamas?" he asked hopefully.
"Don't press your luck!"
He laughed. "Aw, you're no fun."
She shook her head. "That sometimes happens when you're a mom."
"I guess so. You know what might be more fun, though?"
"What?"
"If they're not working, of course. Inviting Bobby, Kim and Joey over too. I'll make supper, and we can all catch up, and then we can watch a couple movies."
"You cook?" She was surprised.
He smiled. "I've been told when I actually make an effort I'm quite good at it, believe it or not. I'm Italian the ability to cook runs in the genes, I think. It has to come pretty naturally cause of the size of families and the amount that an Italian family can eat when they all get together."
She laughed. "I just never saw you as the cooking type."
"I don't mind cooking, I kind of enjoy it, actually. I just hate cleaning up after, so I don't do it very often."
She smiled at him. "No one like to clean up, Bos."
"So what do you think Faith?"
"I think that might be a lot of fun, it's a good idea."
"So you ask Kim, and I'll set everything else up, okay?"
"Just remember that Kim's not supposed to have a lot of salty foods since her surgery. I think that's the only restriction she's got. That and she won't touch coffee. She drinks hot chocolate now."
"That can't be a satisfying replacement."
"No, but the alternative is worse."
"True enough. Could you imagine not having part of your stomach?" He shuddered. "I get grossed out just thinking about it."
Faith smiled. "I'm sure you get used to it."
"Yeah I guess."
"All right, the low salt thing shouldn't be a problem cause I never add salt to anything.
Do you know if her son's as picky an eater as your two?"
"I don't know."
She then saw the door to the diner open and was surprised to see Bobby and Kim walk inside. They noticed them right away, and made their way over to the table.
"Why not ask her yourself?"
"Huh, what?"
"Turn around."
Bosco turned around, and was a little surprised they had ended up in the same place for lunch that day.
"Mind if we join you?" Kim asked, stopping in front of the table.
"Not at all," Faith replied.
Kim sat down next to her friend, and Bobby sat next to Bosco. The waitress came back with Bosco and Faith's meals, and took Kim and Bobby's orders. Bobby got the hamburger platter as well, and Kim got a chicken salad. Bosco and Faith didn't stat eating right away.
"What are you up to tomorrow?" Faith asked.
"Relaxing," Kim replied. "It's our day off tomorrow."
"That works out perfectly then."
"What are you plotting?"
Faith smiled. "Yee of little faith. It's not me plotting anything anyway, it was Bosco's idea."
"Should I be worried?" Kim laughed.
"Naw, I was gonna have a movie night at my place, tomorrow night. I don't know what I want do with the kids tomorrow. I was thinking of inviting you two, and your son if you have him tomorrow. If you're up to it, you three, Faith, the kids, and me. We'll have supper, and then watch a couple movies. It would be a fun, quiet night in."
"That sounds like it could be fun. Who's cooking?" Kim asked.
"I'm gonna cook."
"You can cook?"
"I love how everyone doubts that I have culinary skills. Have you ever met an Italian who couldn't cook? When I feel like it I can cook quite well thank you. I'll have to prove that to you all tomorrow"
"I said the same thing, don't worry," Faith laughed, patting Kim's hand.
Bosco shook his head. "There's a lot of things you don't know about me," Bosco told his partner. "Anyway, Faith told me that you can't have a lot salt, and that's fine I don't cook with salt anyway. But is your son a picky eater at all?"
"No, he'll try just about anything you put in front of him."
"Even vegetables?" Faith asked.
"Yeah, actually since I've been sick he's been trying a lot of the veggies and stuff that I've been eating. He's discovered that a lot of them are not as bad as they look. I'm proud of him, really."
"I put certain veggies on my kids plates, and they look like I'm giving them poison. They're not adventurous at all." Faith laughed.
"Joey's been really good of late. He actually got a little award at school a few days ago cause he tried the most vegetables when the nutritionist came in to his gym class."
"Really?"
"Well he had already tried most of them, and knew he liked a lot of them already. He was the only kid in his class who actually tried all the vegetables, so they gave him a little certificate, saying that he eats healthy, and to keep it up. They're trying to promote healthier eating in kids to try and prevent obesity."
"If they did something like that at my kid's school they'd probably send them both home with letters saying that I need to give them vegetables or they'll get scurvy."
"Don't you get scurvy from not eating fruit?" Bobby asked.
"They don't eat any of those except for bananas, and grapes. They're very picky eaters. Maybe I should start telling them they'll get scurvy to get them to eat their fruits and vegetables."
Kim laughed. "Honestly, until I got sick Joey was the same way. It's true about what they say about kid's copying a lot of their parents habits. For a little while after the operation we'd make him something we knew he'd like better. Then after a couple of weeks he'd ask for forkfuls of something off of my plate. He started to like the stuff, and started asking for it instead of whatever we were going to make for him. By the time I was able to starting eating fairly normally again, he had tripled the amount of veggies he'd eat. He never really was too picky about fruits cause he's got a fierce sweet tooth like his father, but too much candy makes him sick. So he'd eat a bunch of fruit, and a little candy, and he'd be happy."
Faith laughed. "I don't think that I'd want to have to change my entire diet to get them to eat their vegetables. Although it's not like I don't eat them, they just won't try them"
"You could have your kids spend more time with Joey, when they see him eating them they'll probably feel a little stupid cause he's younger then him, and he's eating all kinds of stuff they turn their noses up at. They may try a few new things just to fit in that way. Kids are funny like that."
"You think that'd work?"
"It wouldn't surprise me, that's for sure."
"Maybe we'll have to try that sometime."
"Sounds good to me."
"So I was thinking about making angel hair pasta with an olive oil and tomato based sauce, with chicken strips on top, would that work for everyone, what do you think?" Bosco asked.
"That sounds really good, Bos. I really didn't know you cooked fancy food."
He smiled at her, "I told you already, there's a lot you don't know about me, Faith."
"As much as I think it'd be really good, I'm not sure my little monsters would eat anything but the chicken though."
"That does sound really good. Joey would probably try it. He loves pasta and tomatoes and chicken, so he probably wouldn't have a problem trying them all put together."
"When my kids were seven I had trouble getting them to eat anything that wasn't a hot dog, a hamburger, a pizza or fries."
"The only thing Joey was ever picky about was vegetables, and he seems to have taken a liking to those now."
"So what am I gonna make for the kids then?" Bosco asked his partner.
"Go with the chicken, but make sure you have ketchup. They'll eat chicken with ketchup no problem."
Bosco laughed. "All right, that shouldn't be a problem."
"Is there something going on between the two of you?" Bobby asked, Faith and Bosco.
"What? No!" they both answered at the same time.
Bobby laughed. "All right then."
The waitress came back, and put the rest of the food on the table. Everyone continued talking between bites as they ate Bosco and Faith hadn't wanted to be rude, and waited for their food to arrive to dig into theirs.
"Why would you think that there was something going on between us?" Bosco asked.
"I don't know, it was just the way you referred to Faith's kids," Bobby said, shrugging.
"What do you mean?"
"You were talking about them like they were yours."
"I know they're not my kids. But I'm the closest thing that they got to a father right now, so I'm trying to be there for them."
"Doesn't seem like your style."
"What the heck is that supposed to mean?"
Bobby shrugged. "I don't, maybe I had you pegged wrong."
"Or I changed?"
"That too." Bobby laughed. "I don't and there's this vibe between you."
"What are you, a woman?"
"All right, all right, no need to get defensive, I'll drop it."
Faith smiled. "Bosco and I are just friends."
She was a little surprised to learn that Kim had not told Bobby everything that had been going on between her and Bosco. She knew that Kim was trying to plot something, and she had assumed that Bobby was in on whatever it was.
"So how is it that you two lovebirds are still working together?" Bosco asked them, needing out of the hot seat.
"Lieutenant Johnson said that we work well together, and as long as there's no complaints there's no reason we can't work together," Kim explained.
"Oh, well that makes sense, then. Is it awkward at all?"
"Not really, actually. I mean it's like we're on a different mode when we're working, you know? You just get into this zone, and your partner is just your partner, someone you watch out for, and you know they're watching your back," Kim explained.
"Then at home it's totally different," Bobby added.
"Yeah, I also think we try to make sure that we don't do anything stupid because neither of us really wants to have to work with someone new. We know what the other is thinking before we do it a lot of the times. That's something that takes a long time to build up, so we really don't want to mess with that."
"That makes a lot of sense," Faith agreed. "It takes too long to feel like you can trust a new partner."
"I'm sure it's a little different with you two, cause you always have to watch the other's back or it could end really badly. But either way it's not something you can just relearn overnight, with a new person right?"
"Yeah," Faith agreed. "I don't know how well I'd work without knowing that it was Bos backing me."
"It's the same idea. We're really lucky the Lieu and Doc both get that," Bobby explained.
"Yeah."
"Doesn't it piss you off though when some jag-off tries to hit on you your fiancée on the job, and you just have to stand there, and not knock some sense into him?"
Bobby shrugs. "I guess it irks me a little, but I know that Kim can handle herself out there. She's done just fine without me, for a while, so I don't really worry."
"But do you ever wanna just tell the jag-off to keep his paws off your fiancée, or he'll really need medical attention. You know when it's some drunk, or something minor?"
"Honestly, not really. It's different when we're at work, it really is. I know she can handle herself, and that we need to professional out there. Now if someone were to hit on her here I might be more likely to tell him where to shove it, but when we're on the field, I know that I just can't do that."
Faith laughed. "I'm not sure that Bosco knows what professionalism is, or it's just a matter of not thinking before he runs his mouth."
"I don't why I should have to put up some jag-off running at the mouth just cause I happen to be in a uniform. If I was just some random hothead on the street, I could tell him to shut the fuck up. I should be able to do the same thing when I'm in uniform. I mean it's not like I'm the only person thinking it."
"You've got a point, but you're supposed to act more professional when you're at work, you know?"
"I think it's a little stupid sometimes."
"I agree with you, but it's the way it is, right?"
Kim pushed her plate away from her, having most of the chicken, but only half of the salad.
"Eating like a bird are we?" Bosco asked her.
"If I eat too much more I'd make myself. The joy of having half a stomach, you can never finish any meal that you get served, but an hour later you're snacking."
"That's gotta be a pain in the ass."
She shrugged. "It is, but you get used to it. I know what happens when I eat too much, and it ain't pretty."
"I wouldn't imagine so."
She smiled. "It's really got nowhere to go but up. But you really do get used to everything after a little while. You kind of have to."
"Yeah."
"I thought it would be almost impossible to keep the diet at first, but after getting sick a couple of times you learn to suck it up, and deal with it."
"So I shouldn't feel insulted tomorrow if you don't eat a lot of my supper?"
She smiled. "Not at all, you'll know how much I like it if I forgo dessert."
He smiled. "But wouldn't that be rude cause I'll have made that too?"
"Not if I make dessert, to save you the trouble."
"You don't have to do that."
"I want to, I have this strawberry pastry that I think would be a really nice finish to the meal."
"A pastry, really? I now wish I had nabbed you," he chucked. "I'm no good with pastry, and I think that would be a much desert then a cake."
"It's settled then, I'll bring the desert, you just worry about the main course."
He smiled. "Can you drink at all?"
"Only a little bit."
"I was thinking of maybe having wine with supper."
Faith laughed. "I forget how Italian you are sometimes."
He smiled at his partner. "Hush you," he laughed. "So would you be able to have a glass?"
"I don't see why not, I can't get totally smashed, but one small glass of wine shouldn't cause any problems."
"This is really starting to sound like a lot of fun," Faith said.
"Yeah, and Joey'll be excited he'll get to see Charlie again."
"Yeah," Faith agreed. "I'm just a little worried about Em."
"What's wrong with her?" Kim asked.
"I don't, she's just been, not herself of late."
"She's eleven," Bosco reminded her.
"So?"
"That's only two more years before thirteen, that's what's wrong with her."
Faith shook her head. "And here I'd thought she'd stay my prefect little daughter forever. They grow up so fast."
Kim nodded. "I know, I still have trouble accepting that Joey's now in grade two sometimes."
Faith smiled at her friend. "I know what you mean. Just be glad that you don't have to accept the pre-teenager thing."
"Why?"
"When your kid starts getting close to being a teenager, you just start to feel old. It really doesn't help that your once sweet kid is now agreeing with you that you are old, and out of touch."
"Ouch."
"Yeah, just a lot." Faith shrugged. "I don't know, I just think there's something more to it then the terrible teens creeping closer."
Kim couldn't help but laugh. "I'm glad I'm not going to hit that for another few years yet."
"Besides by the time Joey hits his teens we'll probably be having a baby of our own," Bobby reminded Kim.
"That long?"
"Yeah, if something happens before then it was meant to be. But otherwise we want to wait till I'm in remission for five years, before we try."
"That makes sense."
"Good form of birth control, too," Bosco added.
"What?" laughed Kim.
"What's better birth control then actually having a living, breathing, screaming, crying, smelly baby in the house?"
"You have a point there," Faith said. "It's all well and great to baby-sit one. If it's good then the kid might think hey, I can handle this, no big deal But it's quiet another to see how hard it is to raise one."
"That's true."
"I don't see you teaching the love 'em and leave 'em philosophy that his father seems to like so much," Bosco said.
Kim laughed. "Certainly not. I want him to be a little more responsible then Jimmy. Some days I think that the fewer of Jimmy's traits he picks up, the better I'm going to sleep when he starts to grow up."
"I wouldn't worry too much, you got Bobby to kind of even out the male role model thing," Faith assured her friend.
Kim smiled. "You've got a point there."
Bobby shrugged. "I have my flaws too, he reminded them.
The waitress came back, and offered everyone coffee, which everyone accepted except Kim, who asked for a hot chocolate instead.
"Still not drinking coffee, huh?" Bosco asked her.
"No, I'd only be allowed one cup a day, so I don't want to torture myself. You just can't go from at least six cups a day, down to nothing, and expect one to satisfy you."
"You've certainly got a very good point there. Why torture yourself?"
"Exactly."
"About tomorrow how about you three come over at about five, all right?"
"That sounds good."
"Do you need directions?
Kim laughed. "Give 'em to Bobby I'm not so good with directions."
"All right," said Bosco, smiling at her.
All too soon their lunch breaks were over, and they had to get back to working. Kim was actually looking forward to going over for supper, and a movie the next day. It sounded like it could be a lot of fun.
Bosco really seemed to care about Faith's kids, and she was happy for her friend, she just wished that she would get over her fears, and go for what she wanted. It was probably the best thing for her, and her kids, to just go for it.
Somehow she was going to make her friend see that Bosco could make her as happy as she was with Bobby. She decided that she might have to conspire a little with Alex, but it'd be worth it in the long run.
For the time being though she would focus on the next day. Once that was over with she'd plot a girl's night with Faith, to get her to admit that she was ready for a relationship with Bosco.
She wasn't sure how she wanted to help her friend, but she knew that she wanted to. She just wanted to see her happy like she was.
tbc...
end notes: so that was that next up it's gonna be bosco making supper, should be interesting so stayed tuned all! again reviews are very nice things keep 'em coming please?