Bosco and Seajae
Rain, Rain, Go Away
Anyone who knew anything about Seajae Boscorelli knew that she hated the rain. Rain brought trouble and lately trouble what one thing the Boscorelli's didn't need. Well early October, just as the World Series playoffs were starting it began. The rain that is. Maurice Boscorelli was on patrole that night. His partner Sasha Monroe by his side. They were sitting at a light on the corner of King and Hill when the first drops hit the windshield of the care.
"Damn." Bosco wispered.
"Something wrong?" Sasha looked concerned.
"It's raining."
"It's October Bosco. It rains in October."
"Rain brings trouble."
"You're starting to sound like your wife Bosco. Rain is a cleansing thing."
"Has anything really good happened in the rain Monroe?" He looked at her.
"I don't keep track of the weather patterns Bosco. I'm sure some great things happened in the rain."
"So you can't be sure that a lot of bad things happened in the rain?" He raised his eyebrows. Sasha looked at him. No sence in arguing with him. He would win. He could find tragity on Christmas if she let him. Sasha knew Bosco better then he thought. The rain made him think of his wife. He missed her. Plain and simple. All he would have to do is call her and all this rain nonscence would be over.
"I remember once you told me that you thought Seajae's rain theroy was in her head." Bosco looked at his partner. He must have been on some serious meds to say anything his wife believed in was in her head.
"I guess sometimes things seem foolish at one time and worth thinking about at other times." He looked at the grey clouds. "Every good thing I have that happened in the rain she has ten bad. So I go with it." Taking a sip of his coffee he looked at his wedding band. His wife had lots things she believed in but he was most proud of the fact that she believed in him.
"She can take the good and see the bad can't she." Sasha knew Seajae Boscorelli well. As friends and colleages they had a bond. Bosco knew that and he knew that he could be open with his partner and friend.
"But she sees the good in everything and everybody. It's a wonder she has any time to work." Bosco laughed as the radio came to life. Calls coming from all over the area. Slick and wet roads causeing drivers to loose controle. "You were saying Officer Monroe?"
"This is just stupid people not knowing how to drive." Picking up the microphone she took the call closest to them. "55 David…King and Willmount…ETA two minutes." Bosco pulled into traffic.
"Let the games begin." He knew the rain would be bringing trouble he just didn't know how much.
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Seajae sat back and looked out the small barred window behind her desk. The lightning had started an hour ago. The rain not far behind. She turned back to the stack of paperwork on her desk. She had gotten behind when Bosco landed in the hospital not long after their little side trip to hide out from the mob in Texas. Now the rain began. Sully had the weather channal on on the TV downstairs. It didn't look good. They predicted at least three days of turenchal rain. Three days of things to go wrong. Three days to put a city in turmoil. She looked up to see Joey Doyle at his desk. He became her partner when she got back from taking care of Bosco after his stroke. She still had trouble thinking as what he had as a stroke. But his recovery was swift and till this day she didn't have any doubt whatever happened to her husband had changed him.
"Seajae?" She was daydreaming again. Shaking whatever it was off she looked up to see Sully in her doorway.
"Yeah Sul. Whats up?"
"The rain is coming down hard and I got more accidents then I have officers. Can you and Doyle hit the streets? I need a presents out there and I don't when everyone's tied up."
"Not a problem Lt. Sullivan." She smiled. Seajae knew the man liked being off the streets but he wasn't sure of how much power he could inflict with a crew that he'd know since they were just out of the academy. Getting up she grabbed her NYPD jacket. "First crisis is always the hardest old man. Just a walk in the park. Okay?" She looked at the man who had been like a father to her since the day she walked in to the station.
"Yeah." He smiled at her. "Just a walk in the park kid." She hollered to Doyle and he grabbed his jacket. "Seajae?" She stopped half way down the steps. "Don't make me sorry I sent you out there." She looked at him and as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail she smiled.
"I'll be careful pop. Don't worry about little ol' me." Doyle looked Seajae then Sully.
"I think you better worry about me out there with her." He went down the rest of the steps and headed to get some radios. Seajae smiled and followed behind him.
"Keep it up Doyle and you can walk. You forget who has the stripes in this relationship." Sully laughed and headed back to the front desk.
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"The car. How did it get here?" Bosco looked at the woman on the sidewalk.
"I don't know. I heard a horn and looked up and there it was." Bosco shook his head. There was a red SUV in the minddle of King Street. Upsidedown. No skidmarks, no dents, no scratches, no driver.
"You mean it just appeared? In the middle of the road?" Bosco looked around. Traffic flowed around the car in the middle of the street like it was a round about. Closing his notebook he looked up to see his wife's unmaked SUV pull up. "Couldn't find any fun back at the house?"
"Looks like your having all the fun out here?" She smiled. "Sport utility vehicles falling from heavan?"
"Not that far. There's no dents." He nodded to Doyle. "You guys on a call?"
"Sully put us out to keep things up and running. Seems the rain has brought an over abundace of traffic accidets." He knew she had an 'I told you so' on the tip of her tounge.
"You got any thoughts on how this fine piece of machinery got here?" Seajae looked at the new red Lexus.
"There's a dealership on Arthor. Maybe a truck lost it?" The rain fell harder. "You think you should be out in this. It's only been a couple of weeks since you were in the hospital." He gave her a look that ment he was fine and to back off.
"You want to go check the dealership for me?"
"Will you get out of the rain?"
"Will you get off my ass?" He smiled at her.
"Your ass is what I live for Boscorelli." Doyle put his hands up.
"Would you two stop it please. You're giving me a headache." Seajae laughed.
"I'll swing back to see if we find anything." Bosco leaned into the car window and kissed her.
"Swing by even if you don't. I could use a cup of coffee." She pulled out and headed up the street to the car dealership.
"She's in a good mood." Sasha came up to him. The rain pouring down.
"Yeah. I hope she can stay that way. Anything on that side of the street?"
"Nothing. It appeared out of nowhere." Sasha and Bosco went under the awning of the cleaners. "How can an SUV fall from the sky and no one see it?"
"Seajae's checking the dealership down the street." They watched the rainfall. "It's only the beginning you know."
"Bosco don't start with the rain thing."
"The rain. It's bad news. Not always but this time Sasha, this time something big is going to happen." Sasha had never seen Bosco like this. He was calm yet something said he wasn't as calm as he seemed.
"Whatever you say Bosco." The city impound truck came to a stop in the middle of the road. "Your turn. I got wet the last time." Bosco pulled his hat lower and headed to talk to the tow truck driver.
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Seajae stopped at the coffee shop on the corner and picked up four coffees's and headed back to the car. Doyle took the tray from her as she got in. Rain was going to be the death of her she just knew it. Maybe not this rain but she knew she would die when it was raining. It was her curse.
"The dealer didn't have much to say." He took his coffee.
"The dealer was an idiot." She pulled onto the street and headed to the corner where Bosco was. "He didn't know if he was on foot or on horse back." The rain had slowed but it was still coming down. "You know this isn't looking good?"
"The rain?"
"You think I was talking about the dealer?"
"I was hopeing you were talking about the dealer." He looked at the woman he had known for nearly his entire career. She was never wrong about these things. Seajae saw trouble brewing three miles and three days ahead of time. When she said it didn't look good she was sugar coating it.
"I wish I was." She looked up at the next intersection her husband was in the middle of the street with the towtruck driver. His hands flaying around and inches from the man's face. "Oh damn this can't be good either." She pulled up inches from where Bosco stood arguing with a man twice his size.
"How hard can it be to tip the thing over?"
"Bosco I'm one man it will take at least three guys to run the rig."
"Get them here or I'll call the bucket boys to come tip it."
"Bosco I have my men scattered over five borroughs." Josh Higgens respected Bosco but damn the man could get on his nervers. "I'll do what I can Bosco but I can't promise anything." Seajae came up behind her husband carring his coffee.
"Doyle and me can help you Josh." She handed Bosco his coffee. "You go try to get dry. Waving Doyle over he pulled his jacket around him and handed Sasha her coffee.
"You don't need to be out in this Seajae."
"I'm a big girl. Just tell us what to do Josh." Bosco shook his head and headed back to his car with Sasha."
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It took a better part of an hour to rig the SUV to tip it and get it out of the road. Bosco had taken down the numbers and were waiting on the DMV to find out if the Lexus was registered to anyone. Seajae's phone rang as she got back into her own SUV with Doyle.
"Boscorelli." The rain started to come down hard and fast. Hitting the roof.
"Mama?" She could hardly hear the girl's soft voice.
"Angle? Honey you need to talk louder baby."
"Mama, I'm scared."
"Baby, its ok. The rain will stop soon."
"I'm still scared. Baily…Baily's sleeping."
"Sleeping? Sweety let me talk to him. Wake him up." Panic gripped Seajae's heart. She put the truck in gear and turned it toward home.
"I can't. I tried mama." Doyle buckeled his seat belt and hung on.
"Try again baby. Wake your brother up. Tell him mama's coming home and he needs to get up." It wasn't like Baily to shake off his resposibilities like that. She heard her six-year-old daughter telling her brother to get up.
"He won't mama and Hope and Mac are crying." Seajae hit the gas harder.
"I'm coming baby. Go get Antie Faith Angle…or Uncle Calab."
"I can't mama. Baily locked the door. It's almost bed time so he was going to read to us." Baily always locked the door when he was in the back bedroom. In a building full of cops he still felt necessary to lock up when he was alone with the babies. Seajae looked at Doyle.
"Call the apartment find someone to get upstairs. Tell them to bring keys because the door is locked." Taking a corner faster then she should of Seajae nearly tipped the SUV and sent it skidding across two lanes of traffic. Doyle prayed as he dialed his apartment. "Mama's coming Angle Faith. Just hang on. Uncle Joey's calling to see if someone can come help you before we get there." Shaking his head Joey tried the Doherty's and the McKenzie's.
"How can a building full of people with babies be out in this crap?" He looked at Seajae. She was pale. They were less then three blocks away when a semi pulled out, ignoring the flashing lights and siren. Seajae's heart lept into her throat and she hoped the curse's she used didn't interfear with the prayer that followed. Joey Doyle just closed his eyes and waited to die.