Bo and Nora Forever Soulmates MESSAGE BOARD FAN FICTION VIDEOS & PICTURES FAVE SCENES ARTICLES HBS and NORA BIO RSW and BO BIO CHAT ROOM FAVE LINKS BO and NORA HOME PAGE E-MAIL US

On The Third Day Of Christmas...   Sending You A Little Christmas A photograph, a blanket Some mistletoe, confetti snow An angel to put on a tree Santa Clause in crayon To make you smile today While you’re so far away   Nora jumped onto the bed, leaning across it and snatching up the phone after the first ring in hopes it wouldn’t wake Matthew. “Hello?”   “Did I wake you?”   She smiled at the sound of his voice. “No, of course not. I just got out of the shower. What are you up to?”   “Oh, the same old same old,” he replied. A smile spread across his face as he imagined her sitting on the bed toweling her hair dry.   Nora knew differently. It had been just over a month since they, with the help of John McBain had come to the conclusion that there was only one possible person that could be the Music Box Killer. The newly elected DA, Daniel Coulson. Unfortunately, he had been careful and they didn’t have enough proof to question him, much less arrest him.   She frowned as she remembered what had happened later the night they had figured out it was Coulson. It had been nearly midnight when she’d received the phone call. Antonio had been cutting across the docks from the diner to his loft when he’d found Bo, lying in a pool of his own blood with multiple stab wounds to his abdomen. He had been cognizant enough as they loaded him into the ambulance to tell Antonio to call her and only her.   She had rushed to the hospital just in time to see them wheeling Bo into the operating room to try and repair some of the damage the stab wounds had caused. She had been tempted to call Gabrielle and the family but stopped herself. There had to have been a reason Bo had wanted only her there. So, she had waited.   Several hours later, Larry had come for her explaining that Bo was in recovery and was asking for her. She’d stepped quietly into his room and sat next to him, holding his hand and listening as he spoke to her in hushed whispers. Not much later she was in Larry’s office requesting his help and then calling a Buchanan family meeting.   It turned out that Bo had taken it upon himself to confront Coulson that night and Coulson had in turn stabbed him and left him for dead. So, with the consent of the family and with Larry’s help they faked Bo’s death and he went into hiding until he could recover and help them on the case again. They’d even gone as far as to have a memorial service.   Nora had felt bad that they didn’t tell Gabrielle of the cops on the PD but the fewer people that knew the better. It had caused some problems though. The cops were determined to find Bo’s “murderer” and it was at time hindering Bo and John’s investigation. Gabrielle had been crushed by the news of Bo’s “death” and had suddenly packed up and left to be with Max in North Carolina. Nora had been surprised when she received little reaction from Bo when she broke that news to them.   Despite John’s objections she and Bo talked every night and their already growing bond began to strengthen. Neither of them would admit it but they were in each other’s dreams constantly. They were in love all over again.   “Nora…”   His voice snapped her out of her daydreaming. “Oh, sorry Bo.”   “You ok?”   “Yeah, I was just thinking, that’s all. Anything new on the case?”   Bo sighed. “No, not really. That’s really why I called tonight despite it being so late.”   “Oh Bo, don’t even say it.”   “I’m sorry Nora. I’m not going to make it back to Llanview for Christmas. There is just no way we are going to be able to wrap this up before then.”   “You already missed Thanksgiving. Matthew is going to be so disappointed.”   “I know. You know if I could I would be there.”   Nora silently wiped away a tear. “I know. It’s just hard.”   Bo wiped away his own tear. “It’s hard on me too. Tell Matty that I got the Santa picture and that I love him. And keep sending me mail. It gives me something to hold onto.”   “Ok. Bye Bo.”   “Bye Nora… I love you,” he replied to the dial tone.   She sighed as she placed the phone in the cradle. “Merry Christmas Bo. I love you.”   So, I’m sending you a little Christmas Wrapped up in love A little peace, a little light To remind you of I’m waiting for you, praying for you I wanted you to see So, I’m sending you a little Christmas Till you come home to me   Nora walked slowly down the stairs running her hands through her messy hair. She’d fallen asleep not long after Bo’s call but sleep hadn’t lasted long. She dreamt of him often now. Worrying as to whether he was ok or not and wishing she was in his arms. She often shook off the latter feeling, attributing it to nothing more than the comfort level that had been reestablished between the two of them over the past few weeks.   She made her way into the kitchen and stuck a bag of popcorn into the microwave and then reached into the fridge and pulled out a root beer. Five minutes later she was curled up on the couch with a warm blanket covering her legs, flipping through the channels. Finally, she settled in on a movie she and Bo used to watch together every year at Christmas time.   “…And may all your Christmases be white.”   Bo clicked off the television as the last stanza’s of his favorite Christmas movie. It had been a long time since he’d watched White Christmas. Five years in fact. It had just been too painful to continue the tradition; any tradition after he and Nora had broken up. But tonight, when he’d found the movie on his tiny TV in the dingy hotel room where he was staying it wasn’t difficult for him to watch.   Bo shifted down into the bed, pulling the pillow closer to him and looked at a snapshot Nora had sent him of her and Matthew that he kept on the nightstand. A small smile crept onto his lips. Maybe 2004 was the year in which he would find true happiness again.   Some gingerbread, a candy cane A stocking I made with your name I filled it with your favorite things A way to say I love you Like kisses through the air Hoping you could feel me there   “Matthew, sweetie, don’t put the burned gingerbread men in the box we’re sending your father!” Nora yelled from upstairs.   Matthew furrowed his brow as he looked at the plate of slightly blackened gingerbread men in front of him before mumbling to himself. “Huh, wonder which ones AREN’T burnt.”   “I heard that young man,” Nora replied as she came downstairs with a handful of stuff. She laughed when she looked at the plate. “I guess they are in pretty sorry shape. Go ahead and stick them in there. Your father will eat anything that won’t eat him first anyway.”   Matthew set about his task of wrapping the crisped cookies. A few moments later he stopped and looked up at his mother. “Mom?”   “Yeah, Sport?”   “Why are we sending Dad all this Christmas stuff? I thought he was supposed to be here Christmas Day.”   Nora sighed and sat next to Matthew, kissing him lightly on the head. “I know baby, but Dad isn’t going to be able to make it.”   “Why not?”   “Well, you know how we talked about how Daddy was working on this important case and it was really dangerous and how it was better for everyone to think Daddy had died?” Nora felt him nod against her chin. “Well, it’s still too dangerous for Daddy to come home. We don’t want him to do anything that might cause him to get hurt, do we?”   “No,” Matt replied sadly. “I was just really looking forward to our first Christmas.”   “I know you were but you two have a lifetime’s worth of Christmases ahead of you. I promise we’ll have a private Christmas, just the three of us, when Dad gets home. Now, get those cookies in the box mister.”   Matt jumped up and ran over to where the large box of Christmas items sat and placed the cookies gingerly inside. “Anything else Mom? Or can I close it up?”   Nora stood and walked over to the box. She pulled something out of her pocket, took one last look at it, kissed it lightly and slid it down the side of the box. “Now you can close it up champ. That’s everything your Dad needs for Christmas.”   So, I’m sending you a little Christmas Wrapped up in love A little peace, a little light To remind you of I’m waiting for you, praying for you I wanted you to see So, I’m sending you a little Christmas Till you come home to me Bo was looking over the evidence in the Music Box Killings for what had to be the millionth time in the past month when the door to his hotel room swung open and a large box followed by John McBain came into the room.   “Christmas delivery Buchanan.”   Bo smiled and took the box from John. “Thanks John. I really appreciate you helping Nora and me keep the lines of communication open. I would have gone crazy without her.”   John smiled. “It’s no problem man. I just wished we could have wrapped this up before Christmas so you could have spent it with your little boy.”   “Yeah, me too.”   “Listen man, you relax for the evening and enjoy going through this box. I’ll cover the tail on Coulson.”   Bo shook John’s hand. “Thanks.”   John quietly left. He was barely out the door before Bo was tearing into the box like a toddler into packages on Christmas morning. As he went through the items he experienced every possible emotion. He laughed when he saw the cookies that were burnt to a crisp but that were wrapped with such detail that he just had to eat one, no matter how bad they tasted. A tear came to his eye when he saw the stocking with Beaufort Oglethorpe written in a messy glue and glitter mixture across the top and was filled with the new James Patterson novel, boxes of Junior Mints, and a cd of Little Richard’s greatest hits. There were even several of Matt’s handmade Christmas crafts that his class at school had been doing. And in true Nora fashion, there was a small Star of David ornament towards the bottom of the box.   He was just about to toss the box when something caught his eye at the bottom. He reached inside and pulled it out, a smile forming on his lips as tears tickled his eyes. It was a photo taken several years ago of Nora and him. He had surprised her with a Santa suit and she had wrapped herself as his present. He had insisted on a picture, which she reluctantly granted. If he remembered correctly, all the photos and negatives had disappeared not long after they were developed. He turned it over and read the quickly scribbled note on the back.   “Merry Christmas Commish. Wish you were here. Red.”   Bo propped the picture up to the other picture on his nightstand. “I wish I was there too Red.”   The pounding on his door brought him out of his daydream. He quickly answered it. “What’s going on?”   “Our perp has made his move. Now, it’s our turn.”   Bo grabbed his gun and quickly followed John out of the room.   Here to these arms of mine Home where you belong So, I’m sending you a little Christmas Wrapped up in love A little peace, a little light To remind you of I’m waiting for you, praying for you I wanted you to see So, I’m sending you a little Christmas Till you come home to me   Nora turned off the lights as she headed downstairs. She had just tucked Matthew in and once she knew he was asleep she had headed downstairs to put his gifts from “Santa” under the tree. She was wearing a pair of Bo’s old boxers she’d kept after their split and a thread bare LPD t-shirt as she set about her task.   An hour later all of the packages were under the tree but she was still restless. She headed into her office and turned on her computer. John McBain had made sure she was still privy to all of the files on the Music Box Killer because an extra set of eyes was never a bad thing. She’d looked over the latest info earlier in the day but she decided to look it over again. She’d do anything that might get Bo back to Llanview sooner.   She was so engrossed in the information on the screen that she never heard the front door open. He never wiped the black leather boots he wore on the mat causing him to track wet slush all the way across the living room to the office.   “I was wondering where those boxer shorts went.”   Nora leapt five feet into the air despite the fact she was sitting but managed to keep from screaming and waking Matthew at the sound of his voice behind her. She whirled around to face him. “Bo Buchanan! You scared the pants off of me.”   “You know, you always say that and yet it’s never really true.”   “I ought to kill you. What were you thinking, sneaking up on me like that? And what in the world are you wearing?”   She could see his disappointment even behind the wig and beard. “You mean you don’t recognize it?”   She looked at the picture he held in front of her and she laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”   “Nope. I never returned the thing.”   “Well, you’re going to have one hefty late fee when you do return it.”   “I figure I’ll just keep it at this point.”   She led him into the living room and they sat on the couch. “I didn’t think you were going to get to be here for Christmas. Did you talk them into letting you come in disguise?”   “Actually, it’s over. We arrested Coulson.”   “What? When?”   Bo pulled the beard away from his face. “About an hour ago.”   Nora looked at him in shock. “Well then, what are you doing here? Why aren’t you questioning Daniel?”   Bo took her hand in his. “If I’ve learned anything over the past month it’s this, some things are more important that work. Daniel’s not going anywhere and I wanted to be with my family on Christmas.”   Nora smiled at his use of the word family. “Matthew’s asleep but we could go wake him.”   Bo shook his head. “No, that’s ok. I’ll see him in the morning. Besides I wanted to spend some time alone with you.”   Nora swallowed deeply. “You did?”   Bo stood up and grabbed the red sack of packages he had carried in with him. “Yep. I have a few presents for you.”   Nora took the first box he handed her and opened it up. She looked up at Bo with a questioning look. “Bo?”   “I spoke to the governor on the chopper ride up here. He wants you to be the acting DA until we can have another special election in March. All you have to do is sign.”   “Wow. I don’t know what to do.”   “C’mon Red, you know you’d just love to prosecute Daniel. Besides, we’re a pretty good team. Always have been, even when we weren’t on the same side.”   Nora sat the box to the side. “Well, it’s definitely something to think about. But, you said there were presents, correct? Implying that there is more than one.”   Bo laughed. “Yes, I have one more for you tonight.” He reached in the bag and pulled out another box. He stepped closer to her and cleared his throat. “I’ve been going back and forth for the last hour whether or not to give this to you. I don’t want to seem to be too forward but I just won’t be able to stand it if I don’t try…”   “Bo…” she interrupted. “Why don’t you just give it to me?”   He took a deep breath and handed her the box. She pulled away the wrapping paper and opened it up, a gasp forming at her lips. In front of her was a three stone diamond ring in a platinum setting. She looked up at him, tears pooling in her eyes.   “You don’t like it.”   “Don’t be silly. I love it. I just don’t know what it means.”   Bo knelt down in front of her on one knee and she felt her heart begin to beat faster. “It means I want us to be a family. A real family. Just you, me, and Matthew. I don’t know if that means it’s an engagement ring or not, that’s up to you. I do know that it is a commitment ring though. It’s my proof of my commitment to make this family work.” Bo took the box from her and took the ring out. “Nora, will you and Matthew be my family?”   Nora wiped away a tear and offered him her finger. “Of course we’ll be your family Bo. There’s nothing we want more. And you look so cute in that outfit I’ll even be your wife.”   Bo smiled and stood up, picking her up and crashing his lips onto hers. After a few moments he pulled away from their kiss and pressed his forehead against hers. “I should be going. What time should I be here in the morning to see Matthew?”   “Oh, I’m afraid that’s impossible. You see, you aren’t going anywhere,” she replied as she took his hand and led him towards the stairs. “We’ve got five years of catching up to do. Are you up for it Santa?”   Bo placed the beard back over his face and followed her up the stairs. “Anytime, anywhere Mrs. Clause.”   Till you come home to me