Bosco was jogging in Central Park, something he did often on the weekends. This time though, it was his day off. No work for a while, or at least a day, but it felt like a lifetime to Bosco. He was out of uniform, wearing his favorite wind pants and NYPD T-shirt. He was wearing a NYPD baseball cap backwards as well. He still had his gun with him, one of his spares actually, under his pants around his ankle. He never knew when an emergency would spring up.

An officer from the mounted force rode pass on his high strung thoroughbred, tipping his hat to Bosco as he strode by.

"Officer Boscorelli." The officer said. Bosco respectively nodded to the officer and then decided to head home.

On his way to his apartment, Bosco had to pass a grade school. It was usually quiet around the time he always passed, but something was wrong today. Bosco watched intently as a lady ushered three kids from the school. A worried look showed on her face as she nervously looked back at the school. Bosco knew immediately that someone was in trouble. He sprinted over to the woman and children. She jumped at his sudden arrival.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" Bosco asked.

The woman nodded. The kids held hands and huddled around her. They look terrified, and Bosco couldn't stand to see them like that.

"Miss, I'm a New York Police Officer. I can help, just tell me what's wrong."

The lady sighed as tears started to roll from her eyes. "There's about seven men inside, maybe more. They all have weapons. They took over the school and are threatening to hurt the children if we don't follow their instructions. I was with these girls in the bathroom when they came in. We were lucky to escape." The lady paused and hugged the little girls. "Please help them. Please officer."

Bosco watched the kids cry and then quickly snapped out of his trance. "Call the 55th precinct. Tell them that Officer Bosco is on the scene and tell them that I will need back-up. Lots of it. Also tell them I went inside and all the information you already told me. Hurry! And get these kids to their parents."

The lady nodded and rushed off to find the nearest telephone. Bosco bent down and got his gun from around his ankle. His palms had already started to sweat as he quietly entered the school.

"Shut those kids up!" A man snarled at a teacher. The teacher quickly huddled the kids around her, rocking them back and forth. Unbeknownst to the terrorist, a cop was watching through the window of the door.

Bosco slid to the floor and analyzed what he had just seen. Four men so far, around six feet tall, 210-230 pounds. Each had a weapon of some sort, be it a machine gun, 9mm, or shotgun. They each had a classroom guarded well, but Bosco couldn't figure out what the school had to do with these guys. Suddenly, the door Bosco was sitting behind opened. One of the terrorists exited, leaving the door open enough for Bosco to slip through. Taking the chance offered to him, Bosco slid through the opening. The people inside gasped when he entered.

"Who are you?" A teacher whispered.

"I'm NYPD. I'm going to get you out of here." Bosco said as he watched the door cautiously.

"Oh thank god."

Bosco crept over to the door to see if the hostage-taker was still busy. Luckily he was. Bosco motioned for the first group of adults and children to come forward. He quickly signaled for them to go. The group silently left the room and ran out of the building. Bosco signaled for the second group to go next. He hoped that the second group would have as much luck as the first group, they did, be he didn't. The captor started to return as the last kids made their way outside.

"Damn!" The captor yelled. The man burst into the room and saw Bosco, there in front of the few people left dressed in NYPD apparel from head to toe.

Bosco's eyes widened in shock as the man returned. He quickly stood up to face the man, hoping for a quick battle. It didn't come. Two more men burst through the door, distracting Bosco, giving the guy a clear shot at his head. The terrorist slammed Bosco in the head with his shotgun. He staggered on his feet, trying to stay conscious. The terrorist slammed him in the chest this time. Before Bosco blacked out, he heard a loud crack from inside his chest.

"Hey! Hey, cop! Wake up!"

Bosco slowly opened his eyes, but when his world started to spin, he shut them once again. His head was throbbing and it hurt to take deep breaths.

"I said wake up!" The captor said as he kicked Bosco.

Bosco's eyes flew open in pain. He let out a small yell, but quickly shut his mouth. He didn't want the terrorists to know they had broken him.

"Better. Who are you, hot shot?" The man asked.

Bosco stared at the man for a while, and when he didn't answer, the captor motioned to kick him again. Bosco quickly blurted out his name. "Boscorelli. NYPD," he gasped.

"That's obviously not your first name. What is it?"

"I don't like to use my first name." Bosco stated.

"Tell me. Tell me or this one won't see the next day." The captor said as he grabbed a little boy from the crowd. A lady shrieked in fear of his life and Bosco screamed.

"No! It's Maurice. Maurice Boscorelli. 55th precinct."

"Maurice Boscorelli? Of the 55th? No way! We've been after you for a long time, Boscorelli." The man stated with a smile on his face.

Bosco cringed as he tried to sit up. He slid himself over to the wall, holding his ribs carefully. "Who the hell are you?"

"That's of no importance. Let's just say you killed someone in my family a while ago. But, changing the subject...how's Faith Yokas doing?"

Bosco snapped to attention, the pain turning into anger. "You leave Faith out of this!"

"Sorry buddy, but she's already in it." The man walked over and dragged Bosco to his feet. "I'll show you why." Then he lowered his voice, "Try anything and there will be one less life in the world."

Bosco reluctantly let himself be dragged into another classroom. There were about thirty kids in the group and three adults. Bosco was hoping not to see Faith, and he didn't. The hostage-taker nodded to his friend and the other man walked towards the group. He selected a little boy from the class and pulled him out.

"Recognize him?" The man asked. The little boy had his head down and was crying, so Bosco couldn't tell who it was. Then it hit him like a brick wall.

"Charlie?" Bosco said in disbelief. It was Charlie's school that had been taken over.

Charlie looked up and his eyes widened. "Bosco!" He screamed and ran to the cop. The men didn't try to stop him, they instead let Bosco fall to his knees and grab the boy.

"Charlie, are you okay?" Bosco asked as he hugged him.

"I'm fine. Where's my mommy?"

"She's at work, probably on her way over. Don't worry." Bosco stood up, Charlie in his arms. He didn't care that his ribs now hurt more than ever, all he cared about was Charlie.

"Bring them." The main captor said. Bosco and Charlie were dragged after the man who had taken them in the first place. Bosco knew it was going to be a long day.