Faith was still humming to herself as she opened the bathroom door and stepped into the hallway, towel-drying her hair as she walked.

"I hope you're decent."

The giant towel she had wrapped around herself in when she got out of the tub came within inches of hitting the floor. "Bosco, what the hell are you doing here!"

In answer, he raised his right hand. Which wasn't very far, as it was attached to a set of handcuffs that were in turn securely locked to the radiator.

Faith stood frozen in the hall entry, as she faced with a completely unexpected scene before her. Her partner, Bosco was sitting sprawled out on the end of the couch, which had been pushed close to the radiator, head resting on the back, eyes closed, right arm stretched out towards the rad. "What the hell are those?"

He sighed. "They're handcuffs, Faith"

"I'm aware of what they are Bosco. I meant what the hell are they doing here, in my apartment - attached to you - and my rad?"

"Well, I may be going out on a limb here, but I'm thinking Sully hasn't been enjoying riding with me the past few days. Although what he thinks bringing me here is going to do about it, I don't know"

Faith was only paritially listed, distracted by the metal hardware currently imprisoning Bosco in her apartment.

She pointed towards them. "Are those my handcuffs?"

"No Faith, you would have the key to your handcuffs, wouldn't you. These are Sully's – or Davis, maybe. Who knows? I wasn't really given an opinion or consulted regarding their little plan"

"Plan?"

"Yeah, like a game plan. You think I got here on my own, did this to myself somehow? It was a planned attack, Sully and Davis. And your daughter, who was the one who called me, said you needed help and to stop by after work. I told her tough, but Sully thought we ought to come over. You know, Sully wanting to help someone else, that really shoulda been a clue…jag offs."

"Tough? Nice, Bosco. Thanks."

"Whatever…"

"And don't call my daughter a jag-off."

"Well excuse, me jagette-off then cuz she was totally in on this Faith. Who do you think opened the door, let us in, rearranged your furniture here?"

"But I don't get it - in on what? Why are you here...in handcuffs?"

"This is their pathetic attempts to make us talk or stop fighting or whatever the hell it is they think is wrong with…" Bosco broke off as he raised his head and looked at Faith for the first time. "…with us, like this is going to help. Although if that towel goes any lower, that might help."

Faith looked at him blankly – towel? She looked down - and saw that the towel she had wrapped herself in after her bath was slowly heading in the same direction.

She shot him a look, as she hiked the towel back into position.

"Don't go anywhere!"

"'I'm frickin handcuffed to a rad here, Faith. What do you think, I've got detachable parts or something!"

She was back out of her bedroom quickly, sweats in place, hair in pony tail and headed for the door to her apartment. Bosco had resumed his head-back, eyes-closed position on the couch.

"Don't bother, they did something to it."

"What'd they do?"

"I don't know Faith –get with the program, would you? I – am – handcuffed – over – here. I heard them messing around on the other side of the door – I don't think they were fixing your Christmas decorations."

Faith had reached the door, where it was evident that Bosco was right. It wasn't going to open with the door knob and hinges gone. When she looked through the peephole, she couldn't see out – something was covering the door.

"It won't open"

Bosco's sigh across the room was even more irritating than he was.

"No shit"

"Well excuse me, unlike some people here, I haven't had a lot of time to come to figure this out...Exactly how long have you been sitting here, anyway?"

He lifted his free, left hand, checking his watch. "37 – no, wait - 38 minutes."

"You been here over half an hour? Why didn't you yell or something?"

"Gee now why didn't I think of that" Okay, now he was starting to get annoying. "I did, Faith – for the first 22 minutes, I hollered my head off. You apparently couldn't hear me over the tunes you had blasting in there."

He looked pissed at her, as if she should have somehow known her partner would get himself handcuffed to the furniture in her apartment, and that she should be listening for him.

"Plus, I was afraid if you just heard a noise, you might think it was a burglar, and accidentally shoot me"

Actually, a burglar likely would have been safe. The odds were better she would have come out armed if she had known it was Bosco.