January 1st, 2004

Bosco's head was pounding as she shuffled into the precinct. Maybe it was from the liquor. Maybe it was from the-...Something else. He wasn't really sure. All he knew he felt like shit. He shouldn't have left the bar so quickly. He should have made sure she got home safely.

"She's a fucking cop." He muttered going into the locker room.

"Who is?" Ty asked as he removed his shirt. Bosco shot him a look.

"Would you ever kiss your partner?" He asked. Ty stared at him.

"Sully isn't my type." Ty said, "Why does everyone think I'm gay?"

"No you retard." Bosco growled opening his locker, "If you had a female partner, would you kiss her?"

"If she was Tyra Banks I would." Ty chuckled, "We'd have sweet looking children." Bosco frowned deeply.

"Never mind. You're not help." He said taking his own shirt off. Ty sighed.

"Did you kiss Faith? Is that what you're whining about or you want to?" He asked. Bosco's body shuddered at the thought. She was his best friend. Well, at least she used to be.

"She's not my partner anymore. I'm talking about Monroe." Bosco said.

"What about me are you talking about?" Sasha asked as she walked into the locker room. Bosco's heart stopped and his throat tightened.

"Bosco wouldn't say." Ty said sliding his uniform shirt on. "Did you have a nice New Year's Eve?" Sasha smiled.

"Mine was wonderful." She said not even glancing at Bosco. "Got drunk, played pool, kissed people, it was eventful."

"You're my kind of girl." Ty chuckled closing his locker, "You guys better hurry." Sasha smiled.

"We'll be there in a minute." She said turning to Bosco. He didn't look at her. He couldn't look at her. "Bos, we really need to talk about what happened last night."

"Nothing happened." He said as he tied his shoes.
"We kissed." Sasha said. Bosco froze. So she remembered. Did she remember the heat that passed through them?

"I kiss a lot of people." He said standing up.

"Don't jerk me around, Maurice. I'm not some blond bimbo you've just shagged. I'm your partner." Sasha said. Bosco glared at her.

"You're not going to be my partner forever." He headed for the door and turned around, "And don't call me Maurice."

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The silence was deafening. Bosco wouldn't look at Sasha and she kept on groaning. He was ready to yell at her, but he couldn't. He was the reason why she was groaning.

"Listen..." Bosco mumbled.

"What was that? Did you say something?" Sasha asked looking at him. He narrowed his eyes.

"That kiss. It meant nothing." Bosco said, "We both had drank too much." Sasha looked at him.

"You regret it?" She asked.

"There's nothing to regret." Bosco said, "It was just a stupid kiss." Sasha couldn't help but chuckle.

"I don't know what you were smoking but that kiss wasn't stupid." She replied, "it was a pretty damn good kiss. Best that I've had in years."

"Well," Bosco smirked, "I am the best kisser in NYC."

"Loser." Sasha muttered. The two of them went silent again as they drove. The kiss that he gave her was the best she'd had in a long time? That made Bosco feel good. He hated to admit it, but that kiss was the best He had had in years. "Do you want lunch?"

"Huh?" Bosco asked coming out of his day dream.
"Lunch. it's this thing that you eat in the middle of the day." Sasha said, "Would you like some?"

"I could go for some grease." Bosco smirked.

"You're going to eat yourself into an early grave." Sasha said as she pulled into a space in front of Paddy's Burgers.

"If Sully can eat and not die, I can as well." He said unbuckling and getting out of the car.

"It's an attitude like that that will get you killed." Sasha got out and went into the diner. Bosco's eyes drifted to her rear. Even in a uniform, her ass was fine.

"Maybe I'll get a chocolate shake." he said as they slid into a booth.

"I just need coffee." Sasha said looking at a menu, "And maybe a turkey club."

"Not enough grease for me." Bosco said waving the waitress over. Sasha shook her head, "Yeah hi. I was burger, fries, and a large chocolate milkshake."

"All right." She said looking at Sasha, "What can I get you office?"

"Cup of coffee and turkey club with lite mayo." She said.

"It'll be right up." The waitress said walking away.
"Lite mayo." Bosco chuckled.
"I wish to take care of my heart." Sasha said leaning back staring at him. Bosco shifted uncomfortably. "What?"

"I should ask you that." He said. Sasha smiled leaning over.

"Is that weird brain of yours freaking out because we kissed and it thinks I'm going to want more?" Sasha asked.

"I like how you assume." Bosco said, "That's not what I was thinking." Sasha chuckled as the waitress put some coffee in front of her.

"What were you thinking then?" She asked.

"I was...I was wondering since you were staring at me if you wanted to kiss me again." Bosco said. Sasha laughed.

"You think a lot of yourself don't you?" She asked.

"Sometimes." Bosco chuckled softly.

"If I ever get drunk again, I'll think about kissing you again.' Sasha winked as she picked up her coffee. Bosco stared at her. She was a tease and she knew it.

* * *

The rest of the day wasn't that bad for Bosco. Sasha wasn't as flippant as she usually was. And frankly, neither was Bosco.

"You guys got that shoplifter, didn't you?" She asked buttoning up his flannel shirt. Bosco nodded.

"Monroe tripped him and broke his wrist." He said.

"He tripped over my foot." She said, with a laugh, "It was purely an accident."

"Right." Sully chuckled. "Its always an accident."

"Always." Bosco smiled closing his locker, "I'm out of here."

"Me too." Sasha said following him out. "Can I bum a ride off of you? Monique needed the van today." Bosco glanced over his shoulder.

"If you can keep your hands off of me." he said. Sasha groaned.

"Never mind. I will take the train so I don't need to ride with a Perv." She said.

"I hate to break it to you, Sweetheart, the train is filled with pervs." He said showing her to his car, "Get in." Sasha rolled her eyes and slid into the car.

"Do you know where I live?" She asked. Bosco nodded.
"I sit out in front of your house taking photographs every night." he said. Sasha frowned. Bosco laughed, "It was a joke."

"Very funny." She said as Bosco started down the street. Sasha smiled softly, "That was a good catch wasn't it."

"Very good catch." Bosco chuckled, "I really didn't mind spending the night in the ER."

"Me either." She said, "What was he doing stealing a Carpenter's album?" Bosco shrugged.

"Maybe he had a thing for Karen Carpenter." He said. Sasha giggled softly.

"That would be a first." She said.
"What? People can't get crushes on Karen Carpenter?" Bosco asked.
"Did you?" She asked.

"Hey. I was born in 1970. I was too young to appreciate them." Bosco said, "Now Kiss...That was a bad."

"Oh my god." Sasha laughed, "Tell me you weren't in the Kiss army." Bosco smiled at her.

"Of course." he said, "Who were you into?" Sasha knew he was going to go there.

"I was into Michael Jackson. Billie Jean was my favourite song." She said. Bosco began to laugh, "Cyndi Lauper too."

"Oh my god." Bosco laughed loudly. She narrowed her eyes.

"At least they don't put make up all over their faces." She said.

"No, just molest little boys." Bosco chuckled. Sasha smacked him on his arm.

"My apartment is right up there." Sasha said.
"I know." Bosco said pulling into a space.

"Thanks for the ride." Sasha said.
"No problem." He said getting out of the car. Sasha sat there for a moment. Is he walking me to my door? This is unreal. She climbed out of the car. She walked up the steps and pulled her keys out. Bosco stood behind her. "Listen, I've been thinking."

"Did you hurt yourself?" Sasha chuckled as she opened the door. She turned around, "What were you thinking about?"

"Well, maybe when we both have a night off we can go get something to eat." Bosco said. Sasha smiled.

"Are you asking me out?" She asked.

"No." Bosco quickly said, "Just two partners eating."

"You paying?" She asked him.

"If I have to." He said. Sasha chuckled and nodded.

"All right. I'll go out with you." She said backing into her apartment just in case he felt like kissing her.

"Great." Bosco said as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, "We'll sort something out when we know our schedules."

"Sure we will. Good night, Bosco." She said.

"Night, Sasha." He walked down the stairs. Did he just ask his partner out? Maybe that was a bad idea. He didn't care. he wanted this.

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