Abyss
By: Syko4Bosco aka A. Lalad
Rating: PG-13
Category: Bosco Angst, B/Y UST
Summary: Bosco is kidnapped and witnesses a horrific act
that he can not come to terms with. As his guilt
and silence overwhelm him, he spirals downward
into a deep depression. Can Faith get to him
before it's too late?
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership, nor do I gain any type
of compensation or reward for this story. I
write for my own personal enjoyment, and share
my writing with others who may also enjoy it.
Third Watch (c) and all registered characters belong
to NBC.
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Abyss
By: Syko4Bosco aka A. Lalad
(1/?)
==*==
Green & 39th
1:39 am
55 Charlie
"Central to 55 Charlie, we have reports of a drunk disturbance
at Lewis & 12th. Caucasian male, on foot, 25-30 years old, 180
lbs."
"55 Charlie to Central, we're on it."
Davis leaned over and hit the lights, while Sully pulled to the
side of the nearly empty street and did an illegal U turn.
He quickly glanced at Davis, "I love the night shift." Sully spat.
"Seems like everyone's drunk except us."
Davis shook his head and looked out the window.
==*==
Lewis & 12th
1:46 am
55 Charlie
They were met by a pajama-clad man upon their arrival. He was
around fifty, armed with a baseball bat and a flashlight.
"I thought I heard someone messin' around in the alley. I looked
out the window and saw this guy stumblin around, knockin over
the garbage cans. I yelled out the window for him to get out of
there and he fell over. Then, he got back up and ran, but he was
all over the place, trippin and runnin all zig-zaggy...I know
he was drunk off his ass. He was wearing a white tee shirt
with some kinda stains all over it, and blue jeans."
"No coat?" Sully asked, raising his eyebrows. It was heavy
jacket weather, 28 degrees.
"No, no coat, just a white tee-shirt."
Davis checked out the alley as Sully took the statement. It
was dark-the orange-yellow street lights cast a darkening glow on
the alley, but Davis could see clearly enough with his flashlight.
He jogged up and down it for a block each way, but couldn't
find anyone.
"Nothing that I could see." He told Sully as they walked back
to the squad car. "Did he say which direction the guy ran?"
"Yea, he said he ran toward Clark."
"Any damages?"
"Two of his garbage cans were dented." Sully said sarcastically.
They called Central to report, and decided to patrol the
area until another call came in.
"Have you heard anything new about Boscorelli?" Davis broke
the silence after about 20 minutes.
"No. Not since last week." Sully replied regrettfully.
"You haven't heard ANYTHING?"
"Nothing. Why, have you?" Sully looked over.
"Nothing. It's hard to believe..."
"No one has heard from him. No relatives, no friends..."
"How's Yokas dealing with it?"
"She's using all her time looking for him, chasing down leads...
it's hitting her hard. People don't just disappear."
==*==
Delaware & 8th
2:32 am
55 Charlie
"Hey, stop, stop, I think I found our drunk." A man matching
the description stumbled down the street, then, seeing the
cops, disappeared into the shadows of the alley.
Sully pulled the car to a halt and they both took off down
the alley, toward the moving figure.
"Stop! Police!" Sully called after him. The man ran harder,
rounding the corner about 3 seconds before Davis could. Sully
wasn't far behind.
He pulled round the building to see Davis standing in the middle
of the alley, looking around quickly.
"Where'd he go?" Sully panted.
"I don't know-I was right behind him!"
They started jogging around, looking through piles of garbage
and behind boxes.
He bolted out from behind a dumpster. Apparently, he'd
sobered up enough to run straight, and he took off like
lightning.
Davis and Sully started off again.
"Police, stop right there!" Davis yelled.
Sully stopped for a minute, heaving, and called in for backup.
McGonigle and Thompson would be there in less than 5 minutes.
Hopefully, they could stop him before then. Sully started running
again.
Davis was breathing harder than ever, but the man wouldn't slow
down. Davis couldn't gain any ground on him-he was almost
running at super-human speed.
As they passed under dim alley lights, Davis could see red
reflecting off of the drunk's head.
He stumbled a little, and Davis gained some ground.
There were rips in the drunk's tee shirt, and dark stains
all over it. He stumbled down another alley, a dead end.
Davis surged forward, taking advantage of the drunk's confusion.
He grabbed the man, but he squirmed out of Davis' grasp and ran
forward, right into Sullivan, who tackled him to the ground.
Davis jumped on top of the man, straddling him, reaching for
his hands.
The man screamed, and as Davis cuffed him and turned him over,
he couldn't believe what he saw.
"Bosco?" Sully said from behind him. Davis turned around
and looked at Sully with disbelief. They both looked back
to Bosco, who was bucking strongly underneath Davis.
"Bosco-" Sully got down on his knees next to Davis. "Bosco-"
"GET OFF OF ME!!!!!! HELLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!! HELP! HELP!!
SOMEONE CALL THE COPS!!!" Bosco screamed in utter despair,
writhing strongly to try and break away.
"Bosco it's us, Sullivan and Davis, Bosco, settle down-" Sully
said soothingly.
Bosco bucked hard, and Davis was thrown into the wall. Bosco
squirmed away quickly and Sully was on him again.
There was an audible crack, and Bosco was on his back again.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOO HELLLLLLLLLLPPPPPP! FAITH! FAITH!"
McGonigle and Thompson were suddenly at Davis' and Sully's side.
"It's Boscorelli." Davis informed the others as he brushed
himself off.
"My God, what happened to him?" McGonigle asked. They all
looked closer as Bosco continued to scream, panicked.
His head was bloody, his hair matted down. There was a
trail of dried blood at the corner of his mouth and his
right ear. His shirt was torn and bloody, as were his
jeans. He was bruised and cut and broken, but what was more,
he was terrified.
"GET OFF ME! HELP! HELLLLLLP! FAITH! FAITH! HELP!
FAAAAAAIIIIIITTTTTTHHHH!!!!! GET OFF OF ME YOU BASTARDS!
YOU CAN'T TAKE ME AGAIN! YOU CAN'T! FAITH!"
He was moving quickly trying to get out of the officers grasp.
Animal fear shone in his eyes, and he twisted and turned to
try and get them to let go. It was working.
Despite his hands being bound behind his back, Boscorelli
got Sullivan to release his shoulders by biting his hand.
He then came up hard and head-butted him. Sully reeled back
holding his forehead.
"FAITH! FAITH! HELLLLLLP! SOMEONE HELP ME! YOU CAN'T TAKE
ME!"
"Take you where? Boscorelli, we aren't going to take you
anywhere!" McGonigle yelled, trying to hold Bosco's head still.
Thompson called for a bus and back up units.
Davis held Bosco's legs but he was getting stronger. Davis
could hardly feel his fingers for the cold, and he was dressed
for the weather, unlike Bosco, who was wearing only a ripped
tee-shirt and jeans. How long had he been out here like this?
It didn't seem to effect Boscorelli at all. His lips were
blue and his face was pale, but he didn't seem cold.
Adrenaline? Must be.
Boscorelli continued to scream at the top of his lungs, and
around them in the alley, lights started coming on...people
opening their windows, yelling.
They tried to move him, but Bosco continued screaming, kicking
biting, swearing, spitting...he couldn't be restrained.
Sullivan regained his composure, and tried to talk to Bosco.
"Bosco, settle down. No one is going to hurt you. We're
trying to help you. Bosco you need to settle down. It's me
Sullivan-Sully. We're just trying to help you."
"FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHH!!!!!"
The cords bulged on Bosco's neck. His heart was racing.
He was terrified, and they all knew it.
Sirens were heard in the near distance.
Moments later, Doc and Carlos ran up alongside them.
"Move back, we need to get to him!" Carlos yelled.
"How the Hell do you want us to do that?!" Thompson spat.
"I'd like to see you hold him down."
"We need to sedate him." Doc said. He grabbed a syringe
and searched for the right bottle among his other supplies.
"What happened to him?" Carlos asked curiously.
"We don't know."
"Does he know who he is?" Doc asked.
"I'm not sure. He doesn't know who we are, but he keeps
screaming for Yokas." Davis replied.
Doc started to fill the syringe.
Bosco's eyes widened as he watched. He screamed louder,
and Davis cringed. He wanted to let go of Bosco's legs and
cover his ears, but he was kicking too hard.
"NO! NO MORE NEEDLES! PLEASE! PLEASE NO MORE NEEDLES!
NO MORE NEEDLES! NO MORE NEEDLES! NO NEEDLES!!"
Doc started to walk over, and Carlos went to grab his head.
Bosco thrashed and kicked as if his life depended on it.
"FAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHH!!!!! FAITH!!!!
HEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPP!!! AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGG!!!"
Carlos grabbed his head and Thompson helped him hold it
steady. Bosco's body went limp as Doc grew nearer, and
he started to sob.
"No, please, no. I beg you, please don't...please...No...
No more needles, please, I'll be good, I'll be good! No
needles! Oh, God, Faith..."
The needle hit his neck and Bosco felt his body start to tingle.
"Faith" he whispered and he was out.
They all sat back on their heels and looked down at Boscorelli.
The silence seemed too loud now, louder than the yelling.
Quiet traffic could be heard in the distance, and they all
watched their breathing in the cold air.
"What the HELL was that?" Sullivan asked, breaking the silence,
and wiped the cold sweat off of his head.
====================
END OF PART ONE (1/?)
By: Syko4Bosco aka A. Lalad
Rating: PG-13
Category: Bosco Angst, B/Y UST
Summary: Bosco is kidnapped and witnesses a horrific act
that he can not come to terms with. As his guilt
and silence overwhelm him, he spirals downward
into a deep depression. Can Faith get to him
before it's too late?
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership, nor do I gain any type
of compensation or reward for this story. I
write for my own personal enjoyment, and share
my writing with others who may also enjoy it.
Third Watch (c) and all registered characters belong
to NBC.
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Abyss
By: Syko4Bosco aka A. Lalad
(1/?)
==*==
Green & 39th
1:39 am
55 Charlie
"Central to 55 Charlie, we have reports of a drunk disturbance
at Lewis & 12th. Caucasian male, on foot, 25-30 years old, 180
lbs."
"55 Charlie to Central, we're on it."
Davis leaned over and hit the lights, while Sully pulled to the
side of the nearly empty street and did an illegal U turn.
He quickly glanced at Davis, "I love the night shift." Sully spat.
"Seems like everyone's drunk except us."
Davis shook his head and looked out the window.
==*==
Lewis & 12th
1:46 am
55 Charlie
They were met by a pajama-clad man upon their arrival. He was
around fifty, armed with a baseball bat and a flashlight.
"I thought I heard someone messin' around in the alley. I looked
out the window and saw this guy stumblin around, knockin over
the garbage cans. I yelled out the window for him to get out of
there and he fell over. Then, he got back up and ran, but he was
all over the place, trippin and runnin all zig-zaggy...I know
he was drunk off his ass. He was wearing a white tee shirt
with some kinda stains all over it, and blue jeans."
"No coat?" Sully asked, raising his eyebrows. It was heavy
jacket weather, 28 degrees.
"No, no coat, just a white tee-shirt."
Davis checked out the alley as Sully took the statement. It
was dark-the orange-yellow street lights cast a darkening glow on
the alley, but Davis could see clearly enough with his flashlight.
He jogged up and down it for a block each way, but couldn't
find anyone.
"Nothing that I could see." He told Sully as they walked back
to the squad car. "Did he say which direction the guy ran?"
"Yea, he said he ran toward Clark."
"Any damages?"
"Two of his garbage cans were dented." Sully said sarcastically.
They called Central to report, and decided to patrol the
area until another call came in.
"Have you heard anything new about Boscorelli?" Davis broke
the silence after about 20 minutes.
"No. Not since last week." Sully replied regrettfully.
"You haven't heard ANYTHING?"
"Nothing. Why, have you?" Sully looked over.
"Nothing. It's hard to believe..."
"No one has heard from him. No relatives, no friends..."
"How's Yokas dealing with it?"
"She's using all her time looking for him, chasing down leads...
it's hitting her hard. People don't just disappear."
==*==
Delaware & 8th
2:32 am
55 Charlie
"Hey, stop, stop, I think I found our drunk." A man matching
the description stumbled down the street, then, seeing the
cops, disappeared into the shadows of the alley.
Sully pulled the car to a halt and they both took off down
the alley, toward the moving figure.
"Stop! Police!" Sully called after him. The man ran harder,
rounding the corner about 3 seconds before Davis could. Sully
wasn't far behind.
He pulled round the building to see Davis standing in the middle
of the alley, looking around quickly.
"Where'd he go?" Sully panted.
"I don't know-I was right behind him!"
They started jogging around, looking through piles of garbage
and behind boxes.
He bolted out from behind a dumpster. Apparently, he'd
sobered up enough to run straight, and he took off like
lightning.
Davis and Sully started off again.
"Police, stop right there!" Davis yelled.
Sully stopped for a minute, heaving, and called in for backup.
McGonigle and Thompson would be there in less than 5 minutes.
Hopefully, they could stop him before then. Sully started running
again.
Davis was breathing harder than ever, but the man wouldn't slow
down. Davis couldn't gain any ground on him-he was almost
running at super-human speed.
As they passed under dim alley lights, Davis could see red
reflecting off of the drunk's head.
He stumbled a little, and Davis gained some ground.
There were rips in the drunk's tee shirt, and dark stains
all over it. He stumbled down another alley, a dead end.
Davis surged forward, taking advantage of the drunk's confusion.
He grabbed the man, but he squirmed out of Davis' grasp and ran
forward, right into Sullivan, who tackled him to the ground.
Davis jumped on top of the man, straddling him, reaching for
his hands.
The man screamed, and as Davis cuffed him and turned him over,
he couldn't believe what he saw.
"Bosco?" Sully said from behind him. Davis turned around
and looked at Sully with disbelief. They both looked back
to Bosco, who was bucking strongly underneath Davis.
"Bosco-" Sully got down on his knees next to Davis. "Bosco-"
"GET OFF OF ME!!!!!! HELLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!! HELP! HELP!!
SOMEONE CALL THE COPS!!!" Bosco screamed in utter despair,
writhing strongly to try and break away.
"Bosco it's us, Sullivan and Davis, Bosco, settle down-" Sully
said soothingly.
Bosco bucked hard, and Davis was thrown into the wall. Bosco
squirmed away quickly and Sully was on him again.
There was an audible crack, and Bosco was on his back again.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOO HELLLLLLLLLLPPPPPP! FAITH! FAITH!"
McGonigle and Thompson were suddenly at Davis' and Sully's side.
"It's Boscorelli." Davis informed the others as he brushed
himself off.
"My God, what happened to him?" McGonigle asked. They all
looked closer as Bosco continued to scream, panicked.
His head was bloody, his hair matted down. There was a
trail of dried blood at the corner of his mouth and his
right ear. His shirt was torn and bloody, as were his
jeans. He was bruised and cut and broken, but what was more,
he was terrified.
"GET OFF ME! HELP! HELLLLLLP! FAITH! FAITH! HELP!
FAAAAAAIIIIIITTTTTTHHHH!!!!! GET OFF OF ME YOU BASTARDS!
YOU CAN'T TAKE ME AGAIN! YOU CAN'T! FAITH!"
He was moving quickly trying to get out of the officers grasp.
Animal fear shone in his eyes, and he twisted and turned to
try and get them to let go. It was working.
Despite his hands being bound behind his back, Boscorelli
got Sullivan to release his shoulders by biting his hand.
He then came up hard and head-butted him. Sully reeled back
holding his forehead.
"FAITH! FAITH! HELLLLLLP! SOMEONE HELP ME! YOU CAN'T TAKE
ME!"
"Take you where? Boscorelli, we aren't going to take you
anywhere!" McGonigle yelled, trying to hold Bosco's head still.
Thompson called for a bus and back up units.
Davis held Bosco's legs but he was getting stronger. Davis
could hardly feel his fingers for the cold, and he was dressed
for the weather, unlike Bosco, who was wearing only a ripped
tee-shirt and jeans. How long had he been out here like this?
It didn't seem to effect Boscorelli at all. His lips were
blue and his face was pale, but he didn't seem cold.
Adrenaline? Must be.
Boscorelli continued to scream at the top of his lungs, and
around them in the alley, lights started coming on...people
opening their windows, yelling.
They tried to move him, but Bosco continued screaming, kicking
biting, swearing, spitting...he couldn't be restrained.
Sullivan regained his composure, and tried to talk to Bosco.
"Bosco, settle down. No one is going to hurt you. We're
trying to help you. Bosco you need to settle down. It's me
Sullivan-Sully. We're just trying to help you."
"FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHH!!!!!"
The cords bulged on Bosco's neck. His heart was racing.
He was terrified, and they all knew it.
Sirens were heard in the near distance.
Moments later, Doc and Carlos ran up alongside them.
"Move back, we need to get to him!" Carlos yelled.
"How the Hell do you want us to do that?!" Thompson spat.
"I'd like to see you hold him down."
"We need to sedate him." Doc said. He grabbed a syringe
and searched for the right bottle among his other supplies.
"What happened to him?" Carlos asked curiously.
"We don't know."
"Does he know who he is?" Doc asked.
"I'm not sure. He doesn't know who we are, but he keeps
screaming for Yokas." Davis replied.
Doc started to fill the syringe.
Bosco's eyes widened as he watched. He screamed louder,
and Davis cringed. He wanted to let go of Bosco's legs and
cover his ears, but he was kicking too hard.
"NO! NO MORE NEEDLES! PLEASE! PLEASE NO MORE NEEDLES!
NO MORE NEEDLES! NO MORE NEEDLES! NO NEEDLES!!"
Doc started to walk over, and Carlos went to grab his head.
Bosco thrashed and kicked as if his life depended on it.
"FAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHH!!!!! FAITH!!!!
HEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPP!!! AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGG!!!"
Carlos grabbed his head and Thompson helped him hold it
steady. Bosco's body went limp as Doc grew nearer, and
he started to sob.
"No, please, no. I beg you, please don't...please...No...
No more needles, please, I'll be good, I'll be good! No
needles! Oh, God, Faith..."
The needle hit his neck and Bosco felt his body start to tingle.
"Faith" he whispered and he was out.
They all sat back on their heels and looked down at Boscorelli.
The silence seemed too loud now, louder than the yelling.
Quiet traffic could be heard in the distance, and they all
watched their breathing in the cold air.
"What the HELL was that?" Sullivan asked, breaking the silence,
and wiped the cold sweat off of his head.
====================
END OF PART ONE (1/?)