| Faith opened the door to her apartment. Her eyes were heavy with tiredness, and as she threw some stuff onto the ground, closing the door behind her, she definitely knew mentally and physically she was ready for bed. Only as she rubbed her sore neck and made her way towards the bed where she could hear her husband snoring soundlessly, she stopped. She turned around to look at the phone. It wasn't ringing for her to pick up and then somebody to be on the other line twisting their finger into the cord as they waited an for answer from her; no, it was just beckoning her to call her angered partner. Once looking at the door where she should just could hide under the covers, then back to the phone. Faith let out a sigh as she moved every so slowly towards the telephone and the cough which she sank into as she sat down. The dial tone pierced Faith's ear as she put it close to her ear and then pressed the lit up numbers, wondering as she pressed each number by heart if she should really be calling him. When she got to the last digit, the last number in which if she pressed would begin the ringing at Boscorelli's house, she stopped and immediately hung up the phone. Faith stood up and then began to pace. She stopped and then went back and picked up the phone and then slammed it back on the receiver. "This is stupid, I'm acting like a damn lusting teenager girl waiting for a phone call from a horny guy." A smile twisted on her lips and she couldn't help and think 'great now I'm talking to myself." She let out a sigh, and sat back on the couch and picked up the phone, dialing quickly, scared if she didn't she would talk herself out of it again. Faith heard the phone be picked up and then a long drawn out silence. He wasn't answering, he was waiting for the person on the other end to speak, and unfortunately that person was she. "Boz....please don't hang up, just listen....I" before she could continue her sentence she was cut off, cut off by the click and then it's long drawn out dial tone. Faith's hand slackened and her hand and the phone was now resting on her upper leg. She just stared at it, trying to digest the fact Bosco had just hung up on her, not giving her; a chance to explain. She shook her head and then pressed with her thumb the redial button, in which it sped the number she had punched in previously. As she put it once again up to her ear she heard him pick up again and then hang up on her. Faith shook her head. She put the phone back on the receiver, and then again hit the redial button, believing that maybe third time is the charm. Only this time she got the sound of his phone being off the hook. She got up heavily, after placing the telephone in it's right place. Faith walked into her bedroom and shut the door. (Bosco's Apartment) He didn't want to be at the bar. He didn't want some chick coming over and then laughing loudly in his ear with the smell of sweet alcohol all over her. He sure is hell didn't want to go to her place and get laid, and then leave in the morning before she woke up. All Maurice Boscorelli wanted to do was go home, maybe drink on his own and then sulk and that is just what he did. Still in his clothes, in his bed with his arms folded behind his head he just stared at the ceiling. He couldn't come up with a good enough answer to stop the hurt and angry inside his mind, the pain he wanted to stop and just figure out why Faith didn't tell him in the first place. He would try and try, over and over to come up with a good excuse to why she would, but every time something good would come up he would blow it away. No matter what, to him there was no getting around it. The phone had interrupted his thoughts. He knew it was Faith, just knew it, and he didn't want to speak to her. He didn't have to answer, the phone stopped only after the second rung. Bosco threw the pillow over his head when the dreaded phone began to ring once more, screaming for him to pick up. He threw the pillow hard and picked up the phone, not saying a single word. Bosco knew if it was somebody he knew they would just began talking, assuming he was listening. "Boz....please don't hang up, just listen....I" he didn't give his partner the chance to try and explain to him. He laid the phone back onto its receiver and then rolled over onto his side hugging himself. He turned around and picked up the phone and then dropped it back in place when it had begun to ring again. He then before anybody else called him, picked it up and put it on its side. With the phone off the hook, still making that irritating sound Bosco feel asleep. Faith came into work, not really sure what to expect from Bosco but she knew she was probably in for some kind of surprise. Before she could make into the locker room Sgt. Christopher stopped her. "Yokas you will be working alone today." He turned a corner and left Faith standing there confused. She hurried up and followed Christopher. "Excuse me Sir, but why?" Jason didn't even look up from the clipboard he was staring at. "He took the Rookie under his wing, surprisingly, and just because he did does not mean...." Faith drowned out Jason's whining about his beef with Boscorelli. She nodded and walked away. Faith opened the door and moved slowly towards her locker and she then sat heavily down on the bench. She was buttoning up her uniform and running it over in her mind. 'The Rookie, Boz hates the Rookie...he always complains when I would leave him with the rookie and now Bosco willingly takes him.' Davis walked into the locker. "Hey Faith, saw Bosco in the roll call room, I think that is a new record for him, being so early and actually talking to the rookie and...." Davis didn't continue his sentence. He saw the look on Faith's face and decided not to talk anymore. Davis had forgotten Bosco and Faith where fighting. God knows what the dispute was about and God willing he didn't want to get in the middle of those two....especially when they were fighting and going at one another. Faith grabbed the rest of her stuff and walked into the roll call room and stopped suddenly. Bosco was sitting there smiling and having a conversation with the Rookie, well somewhat. The Rookie was just kind of barely talking and Boscorelli was being the chatterbox. She also saw the Rookie was sitting in her usual chair, next to her partner. She went to the closest chair and plopped down in it, resting her head on her fist. Faith could hear him still talking, didn't even break his stride on the topic he was talking about, just acted as though she wasn't even there. When role call ended Faith hurried out the door not wanting to be in the atmosphere any longer. She made her way into the bathroom, didn't want to have to stop or something. When she came out to go to the regular squad car that Bosco and her often use, it was nowhere to be found. Davis and Sully were getting into their car, with Sully driver and, of course, Davis being passenger; she ran up. She pointed backwards with her thumb and didn't look back as she questionably looked at them. "Who took our car?" Sully refused to say anything, he just stayed silent in the driver side. He had known Bosco and Faith long enough to know when they went at each other, everybody heard about it, and as of right now they were going at it tooth and nail. "I saw ummmm, saw Boz take it with that new Rookie dude." "That bastard he could have the dignity to let me have our car." She shook her head and walked away. Davis looked over at Sully. "So what do you think they're fighting about now?" Sully shrugged as he pulled out onto the road. "Does anybody ever know what those two are always fighting about?" Davis just nodded and smiled a bit. TBC.. ____________________________________________________ Author Note: Well this story keeps getting longer by the mint., doesn't it. Sorry it's taking me forever to just finish the bloody thing. I first have to figure out where I'm taking the story line, so sorry guys, but I'll try to have another part up ASAP. THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE REVIEWS MEANS A LOT TO ME..peace ;) |
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