Author's Note: I am only going to do this once for this story..it applies to every chapter hereafter. I don't own anything but the characters who come out of my deliciously creative mind! This story is dedicated to two readers who always review my stuff faithfully: Jayne-190 and TWBasketcase. These two always read my stuff and review so just to let the both of you know: You rock! Hope you like this new story. Here we go: The song is Total Eclipse of the Heart by Patty ?. I don't know...but I didn't write it..wish I did. I love it. And this is not going by any particular story line now. Only bits and pieces of the actual story are in here. In my universe nothing has gone beyond what you will read here.

Total Eclipse of the Heart

Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming 'round.

Every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears.

Every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by.

Every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes.

I remember the day that Bobby Caffy died. Remember the way that everyone around us got all hushed and quiet when his name was mentioned. An then, when we heard the news that he was gone it hit me like a punch in the gut, making me feel almost sick because it could have been Faith. What would I have done if the doctor had come to me in that ugly hospital hallway to tell me that my partner and best friend was gone? I'd have died right along with her, that's what would have happened.

I remember what it felt like when Faith and I caught that scum-bag Pauly Fuentes and hauled him in. I thought it would give me more satisfaction to know that we were the ones who found him. The truth was that it didn't matter; Bobby was dead and it made no difference who got there first; there was no changing his fate.

The day that he was buried I watched Kim as she stood by the grave site, all red eyed and torn to shreds, her mother holding on to her bony shoulders to make sure she didn't fall. I had to look away because all I could think about was the fact that life is so short; you can be gone in an instant. It made me think about Faith and how connected I was to her and the fact that if anything ever happened to her I would never forgive myself. I know it was selfish considering the fact that it was Bobby's funeral and I should have been thinking about him, but I couldn't. All I could think about was her.

Every now and then I fall apart.

Every now and then I fall apart.

That was a couple of years ago but I still look back on that time and remember how precious life is. I know I'm not a sensitive guy to most people. I have taken sensitivity training at least three times in my career as a police officer and most of the time it didn't seem to help, but I still understood what it meant to have someone you treated with the utmost respect and would lay down your life for. She was embedded on my brain, engraved on my soul. Faith.

I remember going to her after nine eleven and cryin my eyes out like a big baby. It hurt so much and I kept it inside for so long that it was almost painful to actually let those sobs come out. She was the only woman to see my cry, accept for my ma. After Fred and the kids left her I almost asked her to move in wit' me cause she was the only person in this world that I could relate to, but I couldn't get the right words out. I dunno even how to explain it other than the fact that she understood every emotion, every look, every breath and I didn't even have to speak; She knew me like the back of her hand.

Every now and then I get a little bit restless and I dream of something wild.

Every now and then I get a little bit helpless and I'm lying like a child in your arms.

Every now and then I get a little bit angry and I know I've got to get out and cry.

Every now and then I get a little bit terrified but then I see the look in your eyes.

The trouble now was that she had gone through her divorce without a hitch and was starting to talk about dating, which bothered me to no end. I didn't want to hear about and I was actually stupid enough to let her catch me out havin a beer with my buddy, Sean Kelly, at Haggerty's one night after work. She liked him. Thought he was cute. He thought the same thing. She didn't even have to say a thing; her face said it all. Her laugh. The way she sat so far away from me in the booth, trying to let him know that her and I weren't together. I remember clankin my glass down on the table as she smiled at him and flirted a bit and then trying to cover up my jealousy by tellin Sean that she was a lesbian after she left.

He seemed a bit disappointed to hear that and I did feel a tiny bit guilty for lying to him, but it wasn't like she'd find out anyhow. He had asked for her number, which was when I told him that she played for the other team. Not that he was a bad guy. He was a great guy; for someone else. He was taller than me and bigger, too, but I could still kick his ass in an arm wrestle any day. A lot of people thought we were brothers because we had the same hair and eye color. Although I thought that I was better looking.

And so, I'd left the bar that evening and gone home. Alone. Again. Lately I hadn't been meeting many girls and I was starting to wonder about myself. Faith and I had been spending mass amounts of time together ever since her divorce. We'd rent movies or go for drives on our off days and go out to eat. Stuff like that. Maybe that's why I hadn't been turning on the usual Boscorelli charm at the bar. Could it be possible that I was in love with my own partner? And if so, why did it make me feel so weird?

I contemplated this new theory in my head as I strolled into workIt was a Monday afternoon and I'd actually gotten to bed at a decent hour the night before. No one sharing my bed and takin all the covers. It wasn't really that bad to sleep alone.

I whistled as I walked toward the locker room and almost stumbled into Sully, who was stepping back from the water fountain after gettin a drink and not looking where his big ass was goin. I laughed out loud as I saw a big hunk of a jelly donut hangin off the back of him, the red stickiness dangling from the left cheek, but decided not to say anythin.

"Hey, watch it, Sullivan." I said, as I swerved to avoid getting red jelly on my new jeans."Ya eaten anythin lately, Sull?" I asked innocently.

"Watch what, ya little piss ant? Look where you're goin next time." He grumbled as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "And you're hungry already? Jeez, Boscorelli, have you ever heard of eating before you went to work?" He scoffed, walking away.

He was totally grumpy today, which wasn't unlike any other day, however, I was in a great mood and I didn't intend on lettin him spoil it. I also had tickets to hear this great new band I'd been wantin to see and I wanted to ask Faith if she'd go with me.

Davis was comin out of the locker room as I was goin in and gave me a 'you're gonna get it' kind of look. "Hey man, you do something to piss off your partner?" He asked, as he held the door open for me.

"Nah. Why?" I asked, lickin my lips and jammin my fists into the pockets of my jeans.

His eyes widened. "She's been lookin for you...that's all, man...but I'd just go in and say sorry before she kicks your ass. She's got the big boots on today." He nodded for emphasis.

I winced. "Ah...the big boots...well, I guess I'll just have to watch certain parts of my body and hope I make it to roll call in one piece."

"Good luck to ya." Ty said as he walked away shaking his head.

Faith had this pair of high, black leather boots with a heal that could be classified as a dangerous weapon. Those heels were long and thin and pointy. However dangerous those things were, one thing for damn sure was how they made her legs look about eight feet long and tempting. One time, after Fred came to work drunk and caused a scene, she was already dressed to go home and had on the boots and after he went down to the drunk tank, she was so pissed she kicked the locker door and it almost went through...oh yes, those boots were a force to be reckoned with.

"Thanks." I muttered as I slowly made my way inside the room. Like I was a spy in some old crappy flick, I cautiously peered around the row of lockers on my right to see if I could see her before she saw me. I didn't see her so I started out into uncovered territory and looked around to see if maybe she was in one of the stalls. I didn't see any feet so I figured that she was probably takin a shower or something, and as much as I'd of liked to go and see her in there I knew that I'd probably take the heel in the groin if I tried that.

Too late, I heard a small noise coming from behind me. Then I heard her hiss; "Bosco!" In her meanest and most pissed off voice. Man, I hadn't heard her talk like that since the last time I pulled a practical joke on her. Okay, so throwing liquid food coloring in on someone who is having a shower may not be the smartest thing to do, but it sure as hell was funny.

Before I could turn around fully, I saw her lift her arm out of the corner of my eye and before I could duck, she threw her shampoo bottle and hit me in the side of the head. The stupid thing was cracked down the side, so much so that some of the contents splattered on my hair and dripped down the side of my face.

"Awww!" I yelled, wiping at my face and turning to her fully. "Whatja do that for!" I continued. "Is it your time of the month again? You're not gonna send me into the drug store for your woman things are you?"

Her blue eyes almost seemed to budge as she stood there staring at me. Her lips pursed into a tight line, her jaw clenched. She never did find my comments amusing when she was mad at me. My question seemed to enrage her even more and I took a few steps back incase I had to exit the room in a hurry. She was wearing a short black skirt with the boots and a lilac colored tank top. She looked hotter than I'd ever seen her, but I didn't dwell on it.

"What—did—I—do—that—for?" She practically screamed at me as she advanced toward me. I kept back up until I hit the row of lockers. Instinctively covered my 'boys' with my hands as I awaited her wrath. Her blond hair was down around her shoulders and she just looked so cute I wanted to reach out and kiss her.

"Faith—." I said in my nicest voice. "What's wrong?"

"Wrong? What's wrong?" She yelled shrilly and then stopped talking and turned and walked back into the shower area. Clop, clop, clop, went her big boots. "I'll tell you what's wrong!" She continued yelling as I heard the black boots clop back closer to me.

Not thinking that she was going to do anything else, I walked over to the sink and ran the warm water and was pulling down a wad of paper towel from the dispenser to try and wash the shampoo from all over my head and face, when she reappeared.

Holding a can of shaving cream.

She wouldn't!

I looked at her reflection in the mirror and whirled around as fast as I could and pointed my index finger at her. "Don't you dare, Faith! Now I don't know what it is that I did to make you mad but this is going too far!" I shouted to her as I tried to get away from her.

"Going too far? Did I hear you, Maurice Boscorelli, say that I was going too far?" She yelled again and advanced another few steps. "Say it again, Bosco." She challenged me. "Say it again!"

If she got me, and that was if, I would have to take a shower and get ready all over again. Christopher would have both our asses. In a split second, I tried to turn again but got caught in my shoe lace that had, of course, come undone and fell crashing to the floor.

That's when she got to me.

"Don't you ever tell anyone that I'm a lesbian ever again!" She growled in my face as she leaned down and put one leg on my chest to prevent me from getting up. With that, she open fired on me with the cream. It was every where, my hair my face, my pants and shirt.

"Now, what do you have to say to me?" She questioned me, not moving her foot from my torso.

"Nice panties Faith."