I Don't own Third Watch or any of the existing characters. I wrote my own continuation of the series a while back, I'll be adding a chapter or two here and there as I get a chance, plenty more where this came from.
I wrote my own continuation of the series a while back, I'll be adding a chapter or two here and there as I get a chance, plenty more where this came from.
It's been a little over two months since the Five-Five closed; things definitely have changed since then. I'm working in Bed-Stuy now. There's a lot of action which is great, I guess, but it's not the same. It's not Camelot. I'm not exactly the most sentimental guy, so I never expected I would feel like I do, especially after a few months. I actually think I'd prefer the quiet of a nice slow day now that I'm riding with a rookie who doesn't know shit about shit. I miss working with Faith, and she's the only reason I think I still like the action, with her working Major Case, when something big goes down she'll come around with her partner and other detectives and I get to see her. I get to talk to her, we've never been the same since the Five-Five closed, but every time I do see her, things get a little better between us. I know we'll be back to being best friends at some point, we've been to hell and back together before, we always end up being brought back together. The only thing that bothers me as at this point, I'm seeing her in a different light, and not sure if being friends and nothing more is enough. That being said, I'll take what I can get, I just want her in my life again. It kills me that I won't be able to ride with her anymore, though.
I walked into my apartment after a particularly long shift, throwing my keys onto the coffee table. I looked around at the mess I called an apartment and suddenly realized why that brunette I hooked up with last week was so quick to leave in the morning. The place was a mess. It didn't really bother me though, as I stepped over a pile of clothes and headed to the kitchen for a beer. The day had just been too rough to care. One of the guys from my house, the 79, had been shot, I didn't really know him well but it always hurt to lose another officer. The pain of losing a fellow cop wasn't what was eating at me the most though; I had seen the way his partner reacted when it happened. The fear, sheer terror in his face, the begging and pleading with the man he rode with everyday for the past 10 years to stay with him. I had a flashback to when I was shot, and although I couldn't remember a damn thing after the first three bullets hit me other then the sudden realization that I was going to die there, in the hospital, and I'd be with Michael, I, for some reason, today could remember hearing Faith's screams and the desperation in her voice as she tried to help me. I don't know if I really could remember them from that day, or if I just imagined how it must have sounded, but they were all too real. I actually froze up in the middle of the shootout; luckily my dumbass rookie partner got my attention back onto the task at hand.
I realized I was just staring blankly at the refrigerator in thought, so I opened it and grabbed a beer. As I opened it I realized I didn't need alcohol. I needed to talk to her. I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed her number.
"Hello?" I could hear a slight bit of frustration in her voice and was afraid I had woke her up
"Hey, Faith, it's me"
"Hey, Bosco, how are you? Is everything alright?"
"Yea...well…actually Faith I was wondering if I could come talk to you tonight, I know it's late, though. I'm sorry"
"No, don't worry…it's alright I won't be going to bed for a little while anyway"
"Ok, Faith, I'll be there in about fifteen"
I nodded as I hung up, put my beer back in the refrigerator and headed out. The whole drive to Faith's house, I kept hearing the screams in my head, the screams I had heard earlier at the shootout and the screams that were in my head from when I was shot.
I got lucky and was able to park right in front of Faith's building. As I walked up the stairs, I tried to think about what I wanted to say. There was so much, I didn't want to leave anything out. I need to tell her I'm sorry for everything, how thankful I am for everything she's done for me, I need to tell her that I'm in love with her….maybe not quite that much, but I definitely need to talk to her.
She answered the door almost immediately after I knocked, I wasn't sure if she was angry with me for coming so late or if she had just been waiting for me.
"Hey Bosco" she said softly, barely looking at me as she stepped aside so I could walk in. I nodded and forced a faint smile, as I walked to the couch. I sat down and took my hat off, then twisted it in my hands as if I was wringing out the brim like a washcloth, as a stared at the ground in front of me.
"What did you want to talk about?" She asked quietly as she sat down on the chair across from me. I hesitated for a moment and spoke quietly
"Faith, I'm so sorry…." I glanced up and saw her leaning forward so she could hear me, I tried to speak up a little but I don't think my tone changed, I looked back down so she couldn't see the tears forming in my eyes "I'm so, so sorry, Faith"
"For what, Bosco?" She asked, obviously confused
"For everything, Faith…I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry I asked you to shoot for me, I just panicked Faith, I…I had already lost months of my life while I was in the hospital, months that you needed me, while you were dealing with everything with Fred and the kids…."
"Bosco, it's not your fault you were in the hospital…you saved …"
"I never should have asked you to shoot for me, and I never should've gone off when you said you wouldn't…even when you went to Swersky…"
"Bosco, I was wrong for that" she said as crossed the room at sat next to me on the couch. I glanced up at her and shook my head with tears in my eyes
"No, Faith. I was wrong to ever put you in that position….I've done that a lot, though. I've put you in bad positions a few times….like with Cruz…God, Faith...…I don't think I'll ever forgive myself for hurting you" My voice cracked as I finished my sentence, I choked back the tears and she took my hand in hers, as she changed positions again, this time taking a seat directly in front of me on the coffee table. She leaned her forehead against mine
"Bosco, I haven't been the prefect, either. And I was wrong for going to Swersky. You're my partner, and I should've trusted you. You always trusted me, you always backed me up. You saved my life, Boz"
Tears streamed down her cheek as she spoke continued "When you asked me to shoot for you….Bosco I was scared. I didn't want to hurt you, I just couldn't let you go out there if you couldn't see…I couldn't let you get hurt again"
I took her other hand in mine and looked into her green eyes, even filled with tears they were beautiful, but it killed me to see her cry. I cried with her like I've only cried once before in my life, and that was in that very same room, on that very same couch, with her, all those years earlier.
"I miss you, Faith" I barely managed to get out.
"I love you, Bosco"