Summery: Bosco's is brought down by a gunshot wound, Cruz is suspected, and Faith finds out what truly happened.
Disclaimer: I own Maurice Boscorelli....YEAH RIGHT! I wish! Just had to say that always wanted to say that one. Anyways don't own nobody, just using them, don't worry won't hurt them to bad.
Author Note: Forgive me if this is close to anybody's story, I haven't really been reading to many because I been working on my own, so forgive me no harm.
Feedback: Bosco_Gurl@hotmail.com drop a line if you want.
Thank you to those who help me throughout this entire story, you know who you are and I can't thank you enough. Without your words I would be lost so THANK YOU.
Chapters (1/3)
Enjoy the story.....
Part 1-Arriving on the Scene
O no, I see,
I spun a web, it's tangled up with me,
And I lost my head,
The thought of all the stupid things I said,
O no what's this?
A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle,
I turned to run,
The thought of all the stupid things I've done,
I never meant to cause you trouble,
And I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
O no, I never meant to do you harm.
O no I see,
A spider web and it's me in the middle,
So I twist and turn,
Here I am in love in a bubble,
Singing, I never meant to cause you trouble,
I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
Although I never meant to do you harm.
They spun a web for me,
They spun a web for me,
They spun a web for me.
Coldplay's Trouble
Faith POV
I don't know what it was but something about her made my nerves uneasy. She looked at you and it was like you weren't even there, you didn't exist and to her everything was in her way and that means it needed to be pushed over and stomped on. I never thought in my life that I would want to strangle another officer until that day.
I was called. God I never imaged the scene I was about to arrive at and I dread a day like that feared it. A distress had gone over the radio, a 10-13, shots had been fired and an officer had gone down.
The tires came to a halt and I threw open that door and pulled out my gun my partner for the day along side me and ran to where I was needed.
Being in the ghetto people frequently looked the other way. Some looked a little shocked, others called out unnecessary names to us as we passed by, or more along the lines of running by them. But it didn't matter, all that mattered was getting to that officer in help.
Spotting the scene I looked around and then over I spotted it and my throat leap to my mouth and I desperately tried to swallow it back. I felt tears becoming to spring up in my eyes and then I saw her standing there over him.
I saw that look on her face. I knew it, gut instinct I knew it. I know for a fact I am a lot of things, I'm not a perfect person I have my downfalls but so does everybody else but when I saw that look on her face I knew nothing mattered to her. Something there that as though she was satisfied, that her job was done.
My feet began to move and my voice finally found I ran up and dropped to my knees trying to see what had happened if it was just hopefully a panic attack. It was nothing that I hoped for.
"Oh my god Bosco, oh my god." Why was that all I could say why couldn't say anything that could possibly reassure him everything would be okay. I grabbed his head, he was moving around too much, he was fighting to live and in so much pain he didn't know what was going on. His eyes searched over and over looking around unfocused trying to find something to hold on to.
"It's going to be okay Bosco, you hear me it's going to be okay."
I looked up and noticed how she continued to look at him as though he was a dog that needed to be shot and taken out of his misery. God what was with her what was up her sleeve that was so easy visible yet so hard to distinct.
"What the hell happened?"
She shrugged, SHE SHRUGGED! How could she shrug how could she not know what happened and then with that curl of her lip that disgusted look and looking not at me but at him she replied to my question.
"Must have been somebody he pissed of like he always does."
I wanted to rip her throat out. I wanted to grab a butcher knife and twist it and carve so her insides were on the outsides and then take out her heart and watch her see me throw it on the ground and then kick it as far as I could.
But that quickly changed when Bosco screamed out in pain as he tried to catch his breath. The blood was everywhere and people just stared as I held onto him hoping that somehow my life force would come into his.
"Please fight Bosco," looking around with weary eyes I looked for hopefully familiar faces "WHERE IS THAT GOD DAMN BUS!"
Bosco was squirming out of my grasp trying to understand why his body was in such tremendous amount of agony.
"Bosco, no, you have to, Bosco...please," my tears were falling as his pain was overriding everything and his fight for survival was going past my voice of reason. "Bosco STOP IT." He stopped moving long enough to look up at me but then another wave of pain hit and he was again trying to hold on for dear life. He would roll to one side and then back to the other while sometimes his feet would come up trying to get away from the agony kicking and his face would squinch up. Wheezing started to and I could almost hear a bubbling sound coming from him.
Please I beg you not to let this man die in my arms today, and that is all I could think of to say and pray as I held my partner in my arms as he was dying in front of me and there was nothing I could do. Then a miracle happened, two medics I knew all to well.
"My god Faith what happened?"
"I don't know, I was called and he was here and oh god," rambling off I was a mess. I could not even speak proper English let along carry on a conversation of what had happened to my friend and long time partner.
"It's okay Faith," Doc moved towards Bosco trying to check his wounds try and see what they had when Bosco began squirming even harder trying to fight Doc probing of his wounds. He was fighting for all he was worth and even though he was greatly wounded it was like a tiger, wounded, but still a tiger.
"Bosco I have to see, you can't, Bosco." He just wouldn't have it so Faith grabbed his arms and Doc was able to see the damage done by the gun.
"Did you see who did this?"
I watched her look around to look at some of the people standing around and watched as she looked back down.
"Nope."
She didn't care. She didn't care that my partner could be dead at any given time she just didn't care and I could see it. Women can fool men but they can't fool another woman.
My face looked around trying to find somebody just anybody.
"How can nobody have seen this, please who did this?"
But nobody said anything and as I tried to find just one single person I noticed something was off and I looked at each and every one of them there was a hint of fear and when I looked at Cruz she was the one giving it to them. I wanted nothing more then to get to the bottom of this but my attention at the time was at my partner and hoping on hope that he would make through this.
Doc was still looking at his wounds. Carlos had finally come with the backboard. I'm sure it was only a matter of seconds but to somebody who knows from watching on the job that every little second counted it felt like an eternity to me.
"Okay on the count of three Carlos you're going to put it under him and Faith you're going to help me."
I nodded. I tried holding on to Bosco's flaring arms and trying to make sure he didn't tear his wounds even more.
"Please Bosco," I begged him trying to make him listen to me "we are going to help you; just hang on, you hear, just hang on." I was saying this but I felt like my body wasn't there.
"1,2...3." Doc grabbed the other side of Bosco and lifted him up as I did the same while Bosco let out a cry of pure and absolute misery. Carlos put it under him and with trained hands Doc had himself up and grabbing the back of the board. Bosco had settled down a little as they moved him and were running towards the bus.
As they loaded him into the bus and I got in I turned around and looked at the group that had formed. They were looking at the bus back to the spot Bosco had not just a minute ago been lying on the ground crying out for somebody to take him from this discomfort. I looked and could see how much blood was on the ground. It looked like a huge puddle as though God had been crying that day and rained the essence of life's blood. Then I saw her she wasn't in a hurry she didn't even act as though she cared about what had happened in front of her eyes.
The ambulance bus slammed and we took off and as I watched Cruz she stood there watching us take off and I saw that look again, the look as though she hoped Bosco wouldn't make it through this trial.
In the bus Bosco had woken up fully again. Doc was trying his best to try and ease the pain but it was no good, Bosco was pushing away his hands. Blood was everywhere; on his chest, on the gurney on the floor, even the face mask that Doc kept trying to put on his face had been painted with his own vital fluid of life. Doc was trying to stay calm. Trying to tell him to settle down, to try and listen to him. I had ahold of his hand and I could almost feel his hand was crushing mine but I dared not let go.
Bosco's fight for survival was very strong. They say when your body is dying and your mind is trying to live you either lay down and just let yourself pass on or you fight it and Bosco fought it. Even though he was fighting Doc who was trying to help he was battling, he wasn't aware of what he was doing but his instinct was to endure and make sure that he lived to see another day.
When I looked into his eyes I could see he was scared of what was going on with him. I knew deep down he didn't know what was going on. I think the shock had gotten to him and all he saw was that Doc was making it worse, not better. He didn't know I was there even though I spoke soft words to him. I could tell with the look of frantic he didn't want to die and he didn't like what was happening.
Doc had to strap him down so he wouldn't hurt himself because Bosco had successfully ripped the IV out of him already more then once and he was trying to get up from the board but Doc's calm hands kept him where he needed to be.
Then Bosco stopped and he looked at me from where I sat as Doc moved around him trying to make sure he didn't die right in front of us.
"Bosco you're going to be okay you hear me, you're going to be just fine." I smiled yet as I smiled tears were trickling down my face making me a complete liar it seemed.
"I'm sorry."
God what on earth was he talking about? Oh God please don't let him die on me. I know how this goes. Somebody says their sorry because they know they're not going to be around much longer might as well get everything out so you don't leave the earth with regrets.
"Bosco shut up you're going to be fine."
He shook his head very slowly and then smirked.
"I've been such a jerk."
"No, you haven't, I have, you deserve to be mad at me, so shut up and don't you say you're sorry one more time! You hear me! Don't you dare give up on me."
"Faith, I'm tired," his lip quivered and I could tell another wave had hit him. As he opened his eyes some tears were falling down his own eyes.
"You know, I really do hate that siren." He let out a gasp as though he was trying to laugh but instead of that some blood was on his lips and his head went to his side.
Doc was watching his vitals and was watching him starting to trying to go and let the sweet darkness take a hold of him.
"Bosco you stay with me," Doc commanded this while shaking him almost. "Listen to me the pain is a good sign now you keep your damn eyes open, you will not die."
He fluttered his eyes trying to open them but it was becoming to hard for him.
"Carlos I WANT YOU TO STEP ON IT NOW!"
The bus was going as fast as it could.
Doc continued to talk to him to try and keep him awake so he didn't fall victim to his wounds and leave them behind.
"You stubborn Italian ass you keep yourself awake you got it, I know you still have other people to enlighten fight it Boscorelli FIGHT IT!"
"Carlos how far we out?" yelled Doc to Carlos who was driving as fast as he could without tipping the thing over.
"We're there."
They felt the entire ambulance come to a halt and the back doors flew open.
I watched as the doctors took Bosco. It was all up to them and Bosco to make it through. As I followed and Doc rambled off everything the Doctors needed to know that he found out I continued to hold on until one of the nurses put her hand on me and smiled talking smoothly to me.
"Don't worry Officer, he's in good hands, We'll take care of Bosco for you."
I almost laughed right then in there. Knowing how much Bosco was in that ER either a patient himself or bringing in one himself, most of all the ER doctors knew him and here it was their turn to repay him and give him life again.
Somebody grabbed my arm behind and I looked to see Doc was guiding me out of there. I could see so much blood already collecting on the floor. Was it possible? Can somebody lose so much at a scene, at the bus, and now the floor of the hospital, I guess I never realized how much blood was in our bodies till that day I watched it drain out of Bosco's body.
Doc had ended up leading me to the private room that was used by the doctors and emergency workers it was a place to clean up, relax or just to be alone. I needed to be alone to think for a moment to regain myself and judging by how some people glanced at me I needed to clean myself up.
Left alone I looked down and was greatly shocked. My hands were caked in blood, Bosco's. It was like my hands were not my own. Like red was normal, like every day somebody walked around with red as a natural skin color. I rubbed and watched as the soap did it's magic and peeled off and went down the drain. Finding myself I thought how ironic that instead of being in my partner where it rightfully belonged it was on my skin going down the sink.
My uniform had squared off better. I couldn't believe it besides my sleeves and other places it was like it never happened like I was just in there only because Bosco and I just had brought in a criminal. But sadly it wasn't that.
Turning around I could see out of the small window knowing and watching who would show up.
Walking out I began consulting to those who showed their concern. People that knew me and how I would feel. Others who knew Bosco as a person and were greatly troubled that this happened to him.
How much I wanted to explain to these nameless faces in what happened so our minds could concentrate on him making it through this. I didn't know anything, so here we stood trying to understand this even we had no way to understand it.
Then as though she knew we needed answers, she showed up to torment us by not being able to tell us when we knew deep down she was hiding something from us.
Looking, I watched her, I watched as she walked up to one of the doctors and the doctor sadly shaking his head saying there was no news. He then pointed to us saying how her friends were there waiting for news as well. How greatly mistaken that doctor was, we were not her friends and we would never be her friends. We all had worked together for a very long time and when you witness stuff together you create this bond. The only reason she was in our bond was because of Bosco's connection.
She felt uncomfortable. I could tell by the way she shifted her weight she tried to look past as though we weren't even there. But I knew she was feeling it somewhere in the far reaches of her heart that we knew she was up to something and it was because of her Bosco was in the hospital.
So I did what I always did best I left the sanctuary of my little group of friends strolled over and stood in front of her.
"Cruz. What in the hell happened?"
I could tell by the way she stared at me she was pissed off that I was talking to her like she was inferior. But to me, she was she was nothing to me and she knew that I didn't care if I hurt her feelings and that I would not stop until I found out what happened to my partner.
"I told you, I don't know."
"Yes you do."
"And why is that Officer Yokas, because you said so."
"Yes because I said so and I know damn well you had to seen something.
Who shot my friend?"
"Maybe it was somebody that he had talked to like he was superior to, you can't be talking like you all bad in the ghetto. With Bosco's attitude I'm surprised that he's not dead."
That is when I wanted to strangle her. She was wrong. Bosco had pissed off a lot of people, but I know a lot of people respected him. He may not think it and a lot of other people didn't but a lot of people knew his name in the ghetto, and a lot of people looked up to what he did even though he pissed them off a great deal. They knew if there was trouble that he would try and help him even if he had past records with them and that is the part that they admired.
"I'm going to find out Cruz, and we'll see who is right and who is wrong."
TBC...in Part 2-What Happened.
Disclaimer: I own Maurice Boscorelli....YEAH RIGHT! I wish! Just had to say that always wanted to say that one. Anyways don't own nobody, just using them, don't worry won't hurt them to bad.
Author Note: Forgive me if this is close to anybody's story, I haven't really been reading to many because I been working on my own, so forgive me no harm.
Feedback: Bosco_Gurl@hotmail.com drop a line if you want.
Thank you to those who help me throughout this entire story, you know who you are and I can't thank you enough. Without your words I would be lost so THANK YOU.
Chapters (1/3)
Enjoy the story.....
Part 1-Arriving on the Scene
O no, I see,
I spun a web, it's tangled up with me,
And I lost my head,
The thought of all the stupid things I said,
O no what's this?
A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle,
I turned to run,
The thought of all the stupid things I've done,
I never meant to cause you trouble,
And I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
O no, I never meant to do you harm.
O no I see,
A spider web and it's me in the middle,
So I twist and turn,
Here I am in love in a bubble,
Singing, I never meant to cause you trouble,
I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
Although I never meant to do you harm.
They spun a web for me,
They spun a web for me,
They spun a web for me.
Coldplay's Trouble
Faith POV
I don't know what it was but something about her made my nerves uneasy. She looked at you and it was like you weren't even there, you didn't exist and to her everything was in her way and that means it needed to be pushed over and stomped on. I never thought in my life that I would want to strangle another officer until that day.
I was called. God I never imaged the scene I was about to arrive at and I dread a day like that feared it. A distress had gone over the radio, a 10-13, shots had been fired and an officer had gone down.
The tires came to a halt and I threw open that door and pulled out my gun my partner for the day along side me and ran to where I was needed.
Being in the ghetto people frequently looked the other way. Some looked a little shocked, others called out unnecessary names to us as we passed by, or more along the lines of running by them. But it didn't matter, all that mattered was getting to that officer in help.
Spotting the scene I looked around and then over I spotted it and my throat leap to my mouth and I desperately tried to swallow it back. I felt tears becoming to spring up in my eyes and then I saw her standing there over him.
I saw that look on her face. I knew it, gut instinct I knew it. I know for a fact I am a lot of things, I'm not a perfect person I have my downfalls but so does everybody else but when I saw that look on her face I knew nothing mattered to her. Something there that as though she was satisfied, that her job was done.
My feet began to move and my voice finally found I ran up and dropped to my knees trying to see what had happened if it was just hopefully a panic attack. It was nothing that I hoped for.
"Oh my god Bosco, oh my god." Why was that all I could say why couldn't say anything that could possibly reassure him everything would be okay. I grabbed his head, he was moving around too much, he was fighting to live and in so much pain he didn't know what was going on. His eyes searched over and over looking around unfocused trying to find something to hold on to.
"It's going to be okay Bosco, you hear me it's going to be okay."
I looked up and noticed how she continued to look at him as though he was a dog that needed to be shot and taken out of his misery. God what was with her what was up her sleeve that was so easy visible yet so hard to distinct.
"What the hell happened?"
She shrugged, SHE SHRUGGED! How could she shrug how could she not know what happened and then with that curl of her lip that disgusted look and looking not at me but at him she replied to my question.
"Must have been somebody he pissed of like he always does."
I wanted to rip her throat out. I wanted to grab a butcher knife and twist it and carve so her insides were on the outsides and then take out her heart and watch her see me throw it on the ground and then kick it as far as I could.
But that quickly changed when Bosco screamed out in pain as he tried to catch his breath. The blood was everywhere and people just stared as I held onto him hoping that somehow my life force would come into his.
"Please fight Bosco," looking around with weary eyes I looked for hopefully familiar faces "WHERE IS THAT GOD DAMN BUS!"
Bosco was squirming out of my grasp trying to understand why his body was in such tremendous amount of agony.
"Bosco, no, you have to, Bosco...please," my tears were falling as his pain was overriding everything and his fight for survival was going past my voice of reason. "Bosco STOP IT." He stopped moving long enough to look up at me but then another wave of pain hit and he was again trying to hold on for dear life. He would roll to one side and then back to the other while sometimes his feet would come up trying to get away from the agony kicking and his face would squinch up. Wheezing started to and I could almost hear a bubbling sound coming from him.
Please I beg you not to let this man die in my arms today, and that is all I could think of to say and pray as I held my partner in my arms as he was dying in front of me and there was nothing I could do. Then a miracle happened, two medics I knew all to well.
"My god Faith what happened?"
"I don't know, I was called and he was here and oh god," rambling off I was a mess. I could not even speak proper English let along carry on a conversation of what had happened to my friend and long time partner.
"It's okay Faith," Doc moved towards Bosco trying to check his wounds try and see what they had when Bosco began squirming even harder trying to fight Doc probing of his wounds. He was fighting for all he was worth and even though he was greatly wounded it was like a tiger, wounded, but still a tiger.
"Bosco I have to see, you can't, Bosco." He just wouldn't have it so Faith grabbed his arms and Doc was able to see the damage done by the gun.
"Did you see who did this?"
I watched her look around to look at some of the people standing around and watched as she looked back down.
"Nope."
She didn't care. She didn't care that my partner could be dead at any given time she just didn't care and I could see it. Women can fool men but they can't fool another woman.
My face looked around trying to find somebody just anybody.
"How can nobody have seen this, please who did this?"
But nobody said anything and as I tried to find just one single person I noticed something was off and I looked at each and every one of them there was a hint of fear and when I looked at Cruz she was the one giving it to them. I wanted nothing more then to get to the bottom of this but my attention at the time was at my partner and hoping on hope that he would make through this.
Doc was still looking at his wounds. Carlos had finally come with the backboard. I'm sure it was only a matter of seconds but to somebody who knows from watching on the job that every little second counted it felt like an eternity to me.
"Okay on the count of three Carlos you're going to put it under him and Faith you're going to help me."
I nodded. I tried holding on to Bosco's flaring arms and trying to make sure he didn't tear his wounds even more.
"Please Bosco," I begged him trying to make him listen to me "we are going to help you; just hang on, you hear, just hang on." I was saying this but I felt like my body wasn't there.
"1,2...3." Doc grabbed the other side of Bosco and lifted him up as I did the same while Bosco let out a cry of pure and absolute misery. Carlos put it under him and with trained hands Doc had himself up and grabbing the back of the board. Bosco had settled down a little as they moved him and were running towards the bus.
As they loaded him into the bus and I got in I turned around and looked at the group that had formed. They were looking at the bus back to the spot Bosco had not just a minute ago been lying on the ground crying out for somebody to take him from this discomfort. I looked and could see how much blood was on the ground. It looked like a huge puddle as though God had been crying that day and rained the essence of life's blood. Then I saw her she wasn't in a hurry she didn't even act as though she cared about what had happened in front of her eyes.
The ambulance bus slammed and we took off and as I watched Cruz she stood there watching us take off and I saw that look again, the look as though she hoped Bosco wouldn't make it through this trial.
In the bus Bosco had woken up fully again. Doc was trying his best to try and ease the pain but it was no good, Bosco was pushing away his hands. Blood was everywhere; on his chest, on the gurney on the floor, even the face mask that Doc kept trying to put on his face had been painted with his own vital fluid of life. Doc was trying to stay calm. Trying to tell him to settle down, to try and listen to him. I had ahold of his hand and I could almost feel his hand was crushing mine but I dared not let go.
Bosco's fight for survival was very strong. They say when your body is dying and your mind is trying to live you either lay down and just let yourself pass on or you fight it and Bosco fought it. Even though he was fighting Doc who was trying to help he was battling, he wasn't aware of what he was doing but his instinct was to endure and make sure that he lived to see another day.
When I looked into his eyes I could see he was scared of what was going on with him. I knew deep down he didn't know what was going on. I think the shock had gotten to him and all he saw was that Doc was making it worse, not better. He didn't know I was there even though I spoke soft words to him. I could tell with the look of frantic he didn't want to die and he didn't like what was happening.
Doc had to strap him down so he wouldn't hurt himself because Bosco had successfully ripped the IV out of him already more then once and he was trying to get up from the board but Doc's calm hands kept him where he needed to be.
Then Bosco stopped and he looked at me from where I sat as Doc moved around him trying to make sure he didn't die right in front of us.
"Bosco you're going to be okay you hear me, you're going to be just fine." I smiled yet as I smiled tears were trickling down my face making me a complete liar it seemed.
"I'm sorry."
God what on earth was he talking about? Oh God please don't let him die on me. I know how this goes. Somebody says their sorry because they know they're not going to be around much longer might as well get everything out so you don't leave the earth with regrets.
"Bosco shut up you're going to be fine."
He shook his head very slowly and then smirked.
"I've been such a jerk."
"No, you haven't, I have, you deserve to be mad at me, so shut up and don't you say you're sorry one more time! You hear me! Don't you dare give up on me."
"Faith, I'm tired," his lip quivered and I could tell another wave had hit him. As he opened his eyes some tears were falling down his own eyes.
"You know, I really do hate that siren." He let out a gasp as though he was trying to laugh but instead of that some blood was on his lips and his head went to his side.
Doc was watching his vitals and was watching him starting to trying to go and let the sweet darkness take a hold of him.
"Bosco you stay with me," Doc commanded this while shaking him almost. "Listen to me the pain is a good sign now you keep your damn eyes open, you will not die."
He fluttered his eyes trying to open them but it was becoming to hard for him.
"Carlos I WANT YOU TO STEP ON IT NOW!"
The bus was going as fast as it could.
Doc continued to talk to him to try and keep him awake so he didn't fall victim to his wounds and leave them behind.
"You stubborn Italian ass you keep yourself awake you got it, I know you still have other people to enlighten fight it Boscorelli FIGHT IT!"
"Carlos how far we out?" yelled Doc to Carlos who was driving as fast as he could without tipping the thing over.
"We're there."
They felt the entire ambulance come to a halt and the back doors flew open.
I watched as the doctors took Bosco. It was all up to them and Bosco to make it through. As I followed and Doc rambled off everything the Doctors needed to know that he found out I continued to hold on until one of the nurses put her hand on me and smiled talking smoothly to me.
"Don't worry Officer, he's in good hands, We'll take care of Bosco for you."
I almost laughed right then in there. Knowing how much Bosco was in that ER either a patient himself or bringing in one himself, most of all the ER doctors knew him and here it was their turn to repay him and give him life again.
Somebody grabbed my arm behind and I looked to see Doc was guiding me out of there. I could see so much blood already collecting on the floor. Was it possible? Can somebody lose so much at a scene, at the bus, and now the floor of the hospital, I guess I never realized how much blood was in our bodies till that day I watched it drain out of Bosco's body.
Doc had ended up leading me to the private room that was used by the doctors and emergency workers it was a place to clean up, relax or just to be alone. I needed to be alone to think for a moment to regain myself and judging by how some people glanced at me I needed to clean myself up.
Left alone I looked down and was greatly shocked. My hands were caked in blood, Bosco's. It was like my hands were not my own. Like red was normal, like every day somebody walked around with red as a natural skin color. I rubbed and watched as the soap did it's magic and peeled off and went down the drain. Finding myself I thought how ironic that instead of being in my partner where it rightfully belonged it was on my skin going down the sink.
My uniform had squared off better. I couldn't believe it besides my sleeves and other places it was like it never happened like I was just in there only because Bosco and I just had brought in a criminal. But sadly it wasn't that.
Turning around I could see out of the small window knowing and watching who would show up.
Walking out I began consulting to those who showed their concern. People that knew me and how I would feel. Others who knew Bosco as a person and were greatly troubled that this happened to him.
How much I wanted to explain to these nameless faces in what happened so our minds could concentrate on him making it through this. I didn't know anything, so here we stood trying to understand this even we had no way to understand it.
Then as though she knew we needed answers, she showed up to torment us by not being able to tell us when we knew deep down she was hiding something from us.
Looking, I watched her, I watched as she walked up to one of the doctors and the doctor sadly shaking his head saying there was no news. He then pointed to us saying how her friends were there waiting for news as well. How greatly mistaken that doctor was, we were not her friends and we would never be her friends. We all had worked together for a very long time and when you witness stuff together you create this bond. The only reason she was in our bond was because of Bosco's connection.
She felt uncomfortable. I could tell by the way she shifted her weight she tried to look past as though we weren't even there. But I knew she was feeling it somewhere in the far reaches of her heart that we knew she was up to something and it was because of her Bosco was in the hospital.
So I did what I always did best I left the sanctuary of my little group of friends strolled over and stood in front of her.
"Cruz. What in the hell happened?"
I could tell by the way she stared at me she was pissed off that I was talking to her like she was inferior. But to me, she was she was nothing to me and she knew that I didn't care if I hurt her feelings and that I would not stop until I found out what happened to my partner.
"I told you, I don't know."
"Yes you do."
"And why is that Officer Yokas, because you said so."
"Yes because I said so and I know damn well you had to seen something.
Who shot my friend?"
"Maybe it was somebody that he had talked to like he was superior to, you can't be talking like you all bad in the ghetto. With Bosco's attitude I'm surprised that he's not dead."
That is when I wanted to strangle her. She was wrong. Bosco had pissed off a lot of people, but I know a lot of people respected him. He may not think it and a lot of other people didn't but a lot of people knew his name in the ghetto, and a lot of people looked up to what he did even though he pissed them off a great deal. They knew if there was trouble that he would try and help him even if he had past records with them and that is the part that they admired.
"I'm going to find out Cruz, and we'll see who is right and who is wrong."
TBC...in Part 2-What Happened.