Hi, its me, M, again. Writing once again for Bosco and CJ as well as some of the other Reality and Vacation characters. I wrote most of this a couple of years ago I guess. Needed to work out some personal demons and worked them out on Poor Bos and CJ, my fave characters. Bosco you know, CJ you may or may not know, if you read my series from Bosco, Maurice and Moe on through Vacation and Reality you know him. If you didn't, oh well, just know that he's Bosco's partner for the last several years after Faith moved on up in the ranks. They've been through hell and back and I'm sending them there again. In this story, Bosco is married to Jamie and they have a three year old son. But even if you go read Reality you won't get that as I stopped that story on here and just emailed the chapters to the readers who requested it. Its a done deal with that story, over and all that. This one though, this one is a special project of mine, and someone requested to use my CJ in her own story, and in talking to her about that I mentioned this one and was informed it had not been added here nor read by her, and was requested. So, MercyDarkR0se, enjoy!
Rated R for adult subject matter and graphic violence with language. No sex, darn it, but its going to be a tough read for some readers. Warning...possible character death. If you dare to go further, you're on your own folks. You've been warned.
There are no Accidents
Chapter 1
"It's your fault not mine don't take it out on me!" CJ driving to the call that came in a few minutes ago was laughing at Bosco's reaction to their interrupted dinner.
"MINE? NO not mine, all I know is whenever I order Chinese Chicken we get a damn call before I get a bite." Very unhappy about his missed meal and the fact that CJ had answered the call to begin with while he was in the men's room, "And YOU have to answer everytime that damn radio squawks at us!"
"Un Moe, that is what we are suppose to do, how long you been a cop?" CJ's amusment at his growling stomach knew no bounds, it was a running joke at how grouchy he got if he didn't get his food, "And no one told you to hit the head as the food came!"
"Bite ME!" Bosco growled the smell of his dinner wafting over the seat to his nose making his stomach worse.
"Not even on a dare!" CJ shaking his head at him as he pulled up to the docks, parking the RMP near the building the call had come from, "Oh and it kinda tells me something about our choice of food? We only get called at dinner when you order Chinese Chicken so maybe you should think about eating something else," he put the car into park, "cause when you do, I don't get to finish my dinner either, and it seems like we've been having this conversation for years, in fact I know we have!"
"Oh shut your trap," Bosco scowled at him as he sat looking around, "you ate more than me."
Exiting the car, CJ dipped his head back into the RMP grinning, "Yeah I did, and your chicken was good too!"
"WHAT?" Bosco was pissed now, "Would you quit doing that? I would like to eat one meal by myself!"
"No," CJ stood up looking around them, remarking, "somebody's got to eat it, you never do, letting good food go to waste is a sin don't you know?"
"Yeah," Bosco growled, snapping his seatbelt off. Opening his door he stood up next to the car looking over the hood, "so is what you did last weekend with that Vet Tech you took out, but that didn't stop you did it. For five hours while I tried to sleep!"
"HEY," CJ shouted at him, "You guys weren't suppose to be listening!" They both laughed as walking around the area checking for the complaintant they realized the place was abandoned for the night, "And you said you wouldn't bring that up again."
"Kinda hard to ignore when you share an apartment, even if it is just until our place gets finished getting painted." Bosco laughed as he flashed his light around checking the building number, "Five hours CJ?"
"Bite me," CJ narrowed his eyes as he took his radio off his shoulder, "you're just pissed cause Jamie knows she made a mistake now, she got Minuteman instead of the real deal!"
Bosco laughed outloud, "Yeah you wish you were the Real Deal! I've set records mister!"
Pausing in their friendly banter, Bosco left the door walking to the back of the RMP, continuing a little ways down the dock while CJ confirmed their location with Central and the nature of the complaint again.
"Central this is David, confirm location of caller please," CJ watched as Bosco wandered around looking for signs of disturbance.
"David, address is 61249 Eleventh St. Pier 67 Building 6," she responded.
Checking the address given against the building next to him, Bosco nodded back at CJ, "Yeah, this is it."
"Central," CJ again asked, "Confirm nature of complaint and is complatant in area?"
"Prowler on premises," she came back, "caller hung up, whereabouts unknown."
"10-4 Central, notifiy we see no sign of disturbance or prowler, but will do a perimeter check," CJ was trying to avoid looking at Bosco, who was waving his hands in the air at him to idicate NO, smirking he added, "then we will return to our dinner break."
"Damn CASTER why do you always do that!" Bosco yelled at him, "You dumbass cajun bast..."
"AHT AHT AHT!" CJ hooking his radio back on his shoulder pointed his finger at him his left arm extended over the top of the car hood, "No name calling, you know I know as many insults as you do Moe, and the last time you started that we got 3 days suspension remember?"
Bosco clicked his teeth together hard, muttering, "Yeah I remember, I also remember who left his radio on! And I remember it wasn't me!"
"Well thats not how I remember it, or how Swersky remembers it!" CJ cracked on him, "Stop gripping and lets get this done!"
"NO," Bosco walked quickly back to the RMP, yanking open the back door, he sat down grabbing up the styrofoam container with his meal in it, "I'm eating NOW! You volunteered to check this place, have at it!"
Hooking his heels on the doorframe placing the box on his knees he opened the container, snatching up his fork he began eating his chicken. Refusing to look at CJ when he came around the car to argue the point with him.
"MOE," CJ stopped in front of him, "it won't take 10 minutes and you know that chicken is already cold, so come on!"
Turning his head further into the car, avoiding CJ, Moe stuffed another mouthful in. Chewing happily he blatently rolled his eyes making "ummmm" noises.
"FINE!" CJ turned to walk away, "You just sit there and let me do all the work! I can't stand to hear your stomach growling or the whining that goes with it anyway, you just eat Moe, I'll be back."
"Mumwerher," Bosco mumbled as he forked another lucious mouthfull in, then waved his fork around in the air.
"Yeah whatever to you," CJ aggrivated now, but not surprised headed to the side of the building, not much came between Moe and a meal, and this wasn't one of those things.
Walking quickly in the cool night air, CJ shone his light around checking behind containers finding no one. Coming upon a door in the side of the building, he rattled the handle but it was locked. Moving further down to a dumpster he found nothing still. Finally heading back the way he'd come his radio crackled, waiting to hear Moe complaining he was talking too long, he was startled to hear instead a yell for help that was cut off midword.
Pausing only a second in surprise, CJ was running to the car, keying his mike to Bosco's, "MOE! Whats going on? Are you okay?"
Not getting an answer he expected trouble as he ran out onto the dock.
Sitting in the rear of the RMP, Bosco finished off another mouthfull of the chicken and had started on the vegatables when suddenly someone was standing in front of him shining a flashlight in his face.
Shielding his eyes, "Come on Caster, cut it out! That hurts!"
Instead of CJ ragging on him, Bosco found his plate being yanked from him and then himself pulled roughly from his rearseat perch.
"What the hell?" he cried out as he realized it was not CJ jerking off but a seriously pissed off man who now held him in his grip, preventing him from reaching his gun or radio.
"Remember me?" the man growled only inches from his face, "Please tell me you remember me Boscorelli? Cause I didn't spend two years in jail for you to forget my face!"
Only a moment passed, when Bosco responded, "Eddie? Eddie Scofano?"
"Well," Eddie shoved him back but still held his wrists tightly, "that makes me feel better, at least you have the decency to remember who's life you ruined! Not that it's going to help you now Bosco."
Releasing one of his wrists, Eddie immediatly grabbed Bosco's gun from his waist, slamming him back against the RMP's door frame, he then shoved him back down onto the seat onto his back. Snatching up his left foot, he quickly removed the small gun on Bosco's ankle, "You didn't know I knew about this one did you? I spent two years learning everything about you Bosco, you have no secrets from me."
The back of his shoulders and neck in serious pain from striking the car frame, Bosco hesitated only a second before he grabbed his mike calling for help. His yell for CJ was cut off as Eddie both punched him in his gut and snatched the radio from his hand jerking it off his batterypack to sling it away onto the dock.
Yanking him up again, this time one arm around his chest, the other arms hand over his mouth, Eddie began hauling him down the dock away from the RMP. Bosco was kicking him and fighting, but to no avail. Eddie was as tall as CJ and several pounds heavier at 250, Bosco wasn't going anywhere unless Eddie let him.
"MOE!" CJ called franticly as he rounded the front of the RMP to the rear where Bosco had last been. The door still open showed no one inside.
Keying his radio again, CJ called for him again, "MOE where are you man?"
Again receiving no answer, he called in to central, "David, my partners whereabouts and condition unknown, last transmission was 10-13, reason unknown, requesting backup at our location."
"10-4 David, will notify. Back up on its way." she calmly responded.
Quickly shining the light around the car's perimeter, CJ spotted the dinner container crushed its contents scattered across the docks wooden planks. Rushing to it, he flashed the light in the direction of the scatter, but saw no one, turning quickly calling Moe's name, his light flickering over the boxes and containers of merchandise on the dock CJ searched for further signs of his partner.
"What the hell..." he rapidly strode to the radio mike and cord lying on a bin several feet way in the opposite direction of the dinner container. Picking it up confirming what it was, he was again on the radio to central, "Central, confirm 10-13, my partners missing, his radio damaged, I have part of it in hand."
When the dispatch operator was confirming this information, CJ turned and started to run down the dock calling for Moe as he went. He was heading in the right direction, but would he be too late?
He could hear CJ calling him, but with Eddie's large hand over his mouth Bosco could not return his calls. Trying to bite the hand holding his mouth closed, he was unsucessful and in fact was rewarded with at headbutt to the back of his head for his efforts.
Stunned, sparks of light spraying out behind his eyelids as he closed them in reaction to the intense pain, Bosco tried to throw himself backwards, but was stopped by another fist in his stomach as Eddie turned him around. Seizing him hard by his upper arms, Eddie shook him like a rag doll. "Stop, or I'll break your back for you Boscorelli and you won't stand a fighting chance with where you're going! I promised you more than two years ago that when I got out you would get yours, and you should have taken me serious and left town little man! Now its my turn and you're gonna pay for what you did!"
Bosco began yelling for CJ instantly, knowing from the look in this man's eyes he was serious. He found himself yanked around again, shaken violently again, his head spinning as his cuffs were removed from his belt and his hands cuffed behind him. When the first cuff snapped into place he tried to break free and run, screaming, "CASTER, DOWN HERE! CJ HE'S GOT MY GUN! EDDIE SCOFANO, CEE JAY EDDIE SCOFANO!"
He could now hear CJ's answering calls and his running feet on the dock coming for him, some sense of relief came over him knowing is partner was near, but it was soon ripped from him as Eddie slammed him against a bin. Holding him over it, Eddie yanked his right arm around to his back as Bosco struggled to get away, kicking Eddie several times in the legs. The second cuff clicked into place, and Eddie immediatly snatched him up from the bin, forcing him ahead of him.
"Let him come," Eddie snarled at him, his voice filled with hate, "It won't matter, no one can save you now Boscorelli, not where you're going!" He pushed Bosco ahead of him, not attempting to stop his yells for help or his pleas with Eddie to let him go.
"Come on Eddie," Bosco begged, "you don't want to do this. You know I had no choice that day man! You know I tried to help you. Why are you doing this?"
Screaming now as he realized what Eddie was about to do, Bosco fought him harder, digging his heels into the planks in an effort to buy time until CJ could reach them.
"Tell my brother about it when you see him you little bastard!" Eddie was crying as he picked up Bosco, "You tell him how there are no accidents, how you ruined our lives, how my MOTHER DIED OF A BROKEN HEART BECAUSE OF YOU!"
"CEEE JAAYYY! OH MY GOD NOOOOOO! HELP ME!" Bosco's screams were lost in the night air as Eddie Scofano holding him up against him, pushed his arms out hard, shoving Bosco ahead of him to throw him off the dock into the river fifteen feet below.
Eddie stood there a moment, "There are no accidents remember Bosocrelli, thats what you said, there are no accidents."
TBC...