Chapter Fifteen

I stood back and looked at the fourth car that we'd washed in the last two hours; Jeez Louise, cops sure liked to have their cars spotless, and I do mean spotless. Not a smudge, not a smear, not one area left untouched would be tolerated. It was totally humiliating to be out there washing cars like some homeless guy on my Saturday afternoon, when Faith and I could have been doin somethin more productive.

Oh man, the way that I felt was somethin out of this world. I had slept with Faith, made love to her, which was somethin that I'd done about a million times, by myself of course, but actually doin the real thing was so much more amazin. I'd laid there awake from about five-thirty until at least six and jus laid there watchin her sleep. She was so content and peaceful lookin, her long blond hair spread out on the pillow. She made me feel things that no other woman ever had;

I seriously wondered how I had lasted almost thirteen years without hittin on her; she was so beautiful and classy, so absolutely pure woman, that I couldn't believe that she had done it with me. Not that I was complainin though. She was always too good for me and I wondered if this was somethin that was goin to Last.

Intense feelins of jealousy spread through my body at the thought of her goin out with my best friend; My best friend kissin her and her kissin him back. I had never even seen Faith kiss anyone before, especially Fred, when she was married to him, but the way her sensual lips had set mine on fire, I knew I'd never kiss another woman again. She had me. I jus hoped that she would tell Sean, like today, so that I wouldn't have to worry about it for any longer than necessary. I knew that our friendship would be strained for quite a while, but she was worth it. I didn't care if he understood the reasons behind it and I didn't care if he thought I was trying to take her out from underneath him. It's just the way it was and he could accept it or not. The truth was that I'd of given up just about damn near everythin for her. It didn't matter what else happened in my life as long as Faith was by my side, the same way she'd been for thirteen years.

By lunch time it was so hot out that I seriously regretted not puttin on any sun-screen. The back of my neck was sore as hell and my cheeks felt like they were on fire.

"Over there. You missed a spot."

"Huh?" I said, not really payin too much attention. "Over where?"

"Right there." Faith said staunchly, wiping sweat from her brow, fakin like she was mad at me for missin a spot on Davis and Sully's RMP. "You must be dreaming or something today. Your head is all messed up."

I turned and looked her in the eye ,a smirk making its way to the surface. "My head? Welllll.." I drawled, as I poured more soap on my sponge. "My head was pretty busy last night an' I'm still tryin to get over the excitement."

That earned me a serious eye roll. "Bosco, is there ever a time when you aren't immature?"

I grinned supernormally. "Are you complainin, Ms. Yokas, about last night?" I asked. "Cause from what I remember you were moan—" I said, making a gesture with my pelvic area.

She held up her hand. "Okay, okay. We all know how loud I moaned last night." She yelled at me, wanting me to stop makin remarks to her about our bedroom escapades. "And if I recall, you moaned pretty loud yourself so why don't you—"

"Spare me the gory details–" Came a sarcastic voice behind me. "I just had lunch and I don't want to throw it up. There's nothing I'd like to think about less than the two of you humping like a pair of love sick rabbits."

I whirled around to find Christopher standing there, an disgusted look on his snotty face. I looked back at Faith, who by this point was as red as a beet and just stood there looking like she'd like to crawl underneath the RMP and die.

"Which is against department policy." He added snidely as he crossed over to us, his hands crossed over his chest. "Which I'm sure you already know. The Fifty-Fifth Precinct does not tolerate its Officers philandering with one another."

"Philandering? That's an awfully big word." I said sarcastically. "We don't philander. We were eating bad food together–" I turned back to Faith and gestured toward her. "and the last time I checked it was perfectly fine to eat with your partner."

Faith pleaded mutely with her eyes for me to not make a scene but I couldn't let it go. I dropped my sponge in the bucket and glared at him. "You thought we were talking about sex?" I asked. "Faith had some bad tacos from that place on fifty-third and Broadway and she sure got sick, didn'tcha Faith?"

She licked her lips and gave Christopher a pathetic glance. "Ya. Real bad food boss—don't ever go there."

He shot me a scathing glance. "Boscorelli—do you think I'm stupid?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

His mouth fell open, shocked that I, his subordinate, would be so bold as to talk back. Hell, I'd never learned my lesson to keep my big mouth shut and I was thirty years old and from the look that Faith threw me, I knew I'd definitely stepped over the line—again.

"It depends on how much you value your job."

"You asked the question, boss."

He raised his arm and pointed at me. "Bosc—" He yelled.

"He's not saying anything else—are you Bosco?" Faith interrupted, walking over and smacking me across the stomach. She turned to Christopher and gazed at him lamely. "He didn't mean anything by it, Boss. Don't worry about us. We're professionals. We know the rules of this job and what it entails."

He didn't look convinced. "Ya, well, I'm keeping an eye on the two of you anyway."

I started to open my mouth an' she grabbed my arm and pinched me roughly. "Is that all, Boss?"

His lips turned up into a sneer as he looked at us. "No." He stated flatly. "You two are done here. There's more pressing things to attend to."

"Why?" I asked. "Do you need your office cleaned too?"

"I'm going to ignore that last remark Boscorelli, but from now on you had better keep your big mouth shut unless you want to be riding a desk for the rest of your pathetic career." He looked at Faith. "You might want to think about keeping your partner on a leash."

"Yes Sir."

"Anyway, " He continued. "I wanted to give you a heads up on the Nicholson case. I need you two to go back to the hospital and take the kids statement again. They kept her overnight but until we can get the statement finished up and get child protection to keep her away from the parents, it's going to be hard on her."

Just hearin the name gave me a fresh new surge of anger. In my night of passion with Faith I'd totally forgotten about Lily and Nicole.

"But I took that statement last night. Why do I have to get it again?"

He looked at me like I was stupid. "Because, Boscorelli–" He said impatiently. "She added more to the story, and since the accused is one of our own we have to make sure that this is handled properly. We have to make sure that she's telling the truth."

"Is one of our own? Who the hell is her father anyway?" Faith asked.

"He's a cop from the Forty-Ninth. His name is Tony Nicholson and he's pretty decorated." Christopher answered.

"She's tellin the truth, Boss! You shoulda seen the kid—she was terrified of her mother! And Proctor said that they have plenty of physical evidence–so there's no way that he can deny it."

"There's no dna. He must have used a condom." He replied. "This has to be handled with the utmost care you two. If he did it, and I mean if, he'll be prosecuted. But if not, his reputation will be ruined. I don't want any screwups on this." He looked pointedly at me. "Do you hear me Boscorelli?"

I glanced over at Faith, who had a sick expression on her face. "He did it." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. I wasn't backing down and even letting the possibility of his innocence cross my mind. He was guilty. He knew it. And I knew it.

And if it took everything I had I was going to make sure that Tony Nicholson spent the rest of his life paying for what he did.

And that's exactly what I had on my mind as Faith and I went into the locker room and changed, preparin ourselves for a conversation that that every adult dreads, especially when it came to children bein hurt. Somewhere deep inside I knew that everything wasn't going to be fine when it came to Lily and even if we did charge Tony with her rape how was the rest of her life gonna turn out?

Thank the one above for Faith bein by my side. As always, she gave me the strength to carry on.

And that was good, cause at least one of us could have a strait head. I sure as hell didn't.