I still can’t believe I agreed to do this, or that you even want to know about my life. Where to start? Um, I guess I should start at the beginning.

Growing up, that was, bad, not Bosco’s kinda bad, but still, it’s all relative right. My dad, he had a bit of a drinkin’ problem, and a tendency to gamble. My mom, she, well, she just put up with it. Didn’t even faze her. She’d follow along behind him, cleaning up his mess. She told me once that she’d failed as a mother, I’d vowed then never to let that happen to my own family. Don’t get me wrong, I had my rebellious phase. Got drunk a few times, mostly just out of spite.

Then, I met Fred. He, well, he was the typical high school jock. Everyone wanted him, I guess I just got lucky, or maybe I didn’t. Fred and I have had our share of problems, well, probably more then our share. We got married my first year into college, actually, I left college to marry him. Then we had Emily, then Charlie, and before I knew it, I was no longer Faith Mitchell, and I had a whole family to look after.

Fred was never really good at taking care of things. I spent all my time running around, holding down jobs, trying to keep everything together. Didn’t help that he spend most of his time out drinkin’ with the guys. It’s almost funny, I left home to get away from a drunk, and ended up marrying one.

I guess I should thank him. He’s the reason I became a cop. I saw it as my opportunity to get out, leave him. Never happened, but still, I love being a cop. You’re out there everyday, solving problems, making the world a better place.

I guess I should also thank him for giving me the chance to meet Bosco. Met him the first day at the academy. He was a jerk right from the start. He grows on you though. Most of the time I tend to think of Bosco like he’s one of my kids, he sure as hell acts like one. He’s got his good points though, and I trust him, more then anyone, even myself.

I’ll let Bosco finishing telling you his story, he’d probably think I was ‘mothering’ him too much if I did it.

Things have been pretty good lately, at least with Fred and I. He quit drinkin’, and after his heart attack, became a totally different person. We had some problems with Emily, but I think that’s getting sorted out. Or at least, I hope it is.

Can’t say the same for Bos and me, I know, I said I wasn’t gonna talk about him, it’s just, he’s such a big part of my life. Our relationship’s fairly complex so things tend to fall apart when we lie to each other. I don’t lie to him all that often. Okay, so there was the cancer, and the abortion, but those were kinda personal, and I could handle those on my own.

I’ve been told that’s one of my problems, I always try to hold everything together. I don’t really see that as a problem, cept when everything falls apart, then I tend to lash out at everyone around me. I think maybe lashing out at Bosco’s what started our problems.

You see, he started workin’ anti-crime, spending all his time with that bitch Cruz. Then he started dating her, and well, she’s no good. He lied to me, about something important, and that, well, I guess you could say things are kinda tense right now. In fact - they lead to some major... major problems. There was this shootout in a hotel room... and I ended up getting hurt - really hurt. I lost the use of my legs for a while - and not because I was shot by a perp, but becaues I was shot by one of our own. Sgt. Cruz. I can't even think about her without my stomach turning over. And the fact that Bosco trusted her, and all of that is what got me into this mess to begin with, really maked me sick.

I told Bosco to go away. I needed him to. And then I went away. But then I came back, stronger than ever. No one was gonna stop me. Not Fred. Not my kids. And certainly not Bosco. He didn't want me to be partnered with him again, but I knew I had to be. I had to be back in 55-David. Everything had to be back to the way it was.

Then there was the case with the little girl. And I had to take care of her, and maybe I forgot to call home once or twice. Fred made me sleep on the couch, not wanting to be disturbed when I finally did come home after really long hours.

Then Mikey died. Bosco's world was turned upside down. And so was mine. That night I came home to an empty apartment, and a note from my husband, telling me that he had packed up the kids and left. Do you believe it? Just like that. The day of Mikey's funeral, that morning actually, I met Fred at a diner. I mean, there had to be a way to try to...

That's when he told me. That's when he told me that there was someone else, and that he had -cheated- on me. Cheated. Do you believe -that-?

So after throwing a few dishes, I went about my day. I went to the funeral, trying to avoid the glances and questions from my co-workers as to why I was there without my husband.

Then our entire world fell apart. First, the car came into the funeral home, trapping Rose under the rubble. Then, the hospital. I can still see and smell the blood when I close my eyes at night. There was this guy, Donald Mann, who decided that it was his goal to take out the cops who had "killed" his son. We didn't kill his son. His son was trying to outrun the NYPD, and was killed by a truck. Anyway, we were reliving the aftermath of the day, and that's when the gunfire happened. It was a whirlwind, and after the firing stopped, there was Bosco... he had protected me, and had almost gotten killed because of it.

The prognosis... isn't good. But I'm hopeful. Even though I've been promoted to detective, I know.. I just KNOW that one day Bosco is going to walk back into the precinct, and walk back into my life.

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