Helping Hand
Chapter 1
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"Boscorelli!" the Lieutenant shouted down the hallway as he noticed Bosco walking toward the locker room at the end of his shift.
Bosco stopped, drew in a deep breath, and turned toward the sound of the Lieutenant's voice. It had been a terrible shift - one stupid thing after another, with a really gruesome traffic accident that he'd had to handle until EMS arrived. He still had the blood on the knees of his uniform pants from kneeling alongside the overturned car, holding the hand of the kid that had taken the turn too fast - a 16 year old boy with some serious injuries who was more scared of what his Dad would say about him wrecking the car than the fact that his survival was questionable.
Bosco looked up the hallway to the Lieutenant who was waving a piece of paper in his direction as he talked on the phone. Bosco slowly let the breath out and walked toward the desk, feeling the tiredness seep further and further into his bones. "Lieu?" he said as he reached him only to find he was taking another call. The Lieutenant indicated for Bosco to wait a minute and he couldn't help but smirk at the familiar one-fingered sign for 'wait a minute' that the Lieutenant was famous for.
Swersky hung up the phone and noticed the smirk on Bosco's face. "What's so amusing? Cause I could sure use a laugh," he said.
"Nothin', Lieu. You wanted me?" Bosco replied, wiping the smirk from his face.
"You okay?" Swersky asked him, noticing the weary look on his face.
"Yeah, Lieu. Fine. Just a busy shift. What's up?" Bosco said, brushing off the Lieutenant's concern, but unable to hide the fatigue in his voice.
The Lieutenant nodded, remembering the radio transmissions from Bosco as he inquired, more than once, about the status of EMS's arrival on the scene of a traffic accident earlier in the shift. He could tell by the sound of the officer's voice over the radio that the injuries were bad. "I got a call from the hospital. That kid didn't make it," he said, taking in Bosco's reaction.
Bosco nodded. "I didn't think he looked too good. Did they get hold of his parents? He really wanted to apologize to his Dad for wrecking the car," he said sadly.
"Yeah, I think the accident investigator said they did," Swersky replied.
Bosco nodded, remembering the kid's face as they cut him out of the car and loaded him onto the stretcher. He'd wanted Bosco to go to the hospital with him, but he couldn't leave the accident scene until everything was under control. He had gently pulled his hand from the boy's grasp, telling him, "Kyle, this is Kim. She's gonna stay with you all the way to the hospital. She'll take good care of you, okay?" The boy looked over to Kim who gave him a warm smile and took his hand from Bosco's.
"Thanks," the boy said weakly to Bosco.
"You just hang on and be tough," Bosco told him as he closed the door to the ambulance, banging on the back to tell the driver that it was secure. He stood and watched the boy as the ambulance pulled away with a feeling that it would be the last time he'd see him...
"Bosco!" he heard as he was pulled from the memory. He jumped slightly and his attention was back on the Lieutenant.
"You didn't get some girl into trouble, did you?" the Lieutenant asked.
"What? No!" he replied, a frown coming to his face.
"Well, this girl keeps calling for you, but she won't leave a message. Just says she'll try to call back and catch you," his boss relayed.
Bosco thought back, but couldn't recall any unfinished business with anyone - male or female. "I don't know what to tell you, Lieu. Just keep trying to get a name or call-back number when she calls," Bosco said, turning to head back to the locker room.
"Oh, so now I'm your personal secretary?" the Lieutenant called after him.
"Thanks, Lieu. I'll remember you on Secretary's Day!" Bosco called back to him, enjoying teasing him.
He walked into the locker room and sat on the bench in front of his locker. He never remembered feeling so tired after a shift. Lord knows that he and Faith had had some tough ones, he thought and then glanced over at the empty space in front of Faith's locker. She should be there, changing into her street clothes and walking out the front door with him. Instead, she was home, in bed, unable to walk because of the predicament he'd put her in. He finished changing and, slamming his locker closed, looked one more time to where Faith would have been finishing up and then walked out of the locker room.
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"55th Precinct, Sergeant Morris," the officer said as he answered the phone.
"Yes. I'm trying to reach Officer Boscorelli. Is he still there?" asked the female voice on the other end.
"Um, no ma'am," answered the Sergeant. "He left about 15 minutes ago. Can someone else help you, or can I take a message?"
"No," replied the caller with disappointment. "I'll try again. Thank you," she said and hung up the phone.
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TBC...
Chapter 1
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"Boscorelli!" the Lieutenant shouted down the hallway as he noticed Bosco walking toward the locker room at the end of his shift.
Bosco stopped, drew in a deep breath, and turned toward the sound of the Lieutenant's voice. It had been a terrible shift - one stupid thing after another, with a really gruesome traffic accident that he'd had to handle until EMS arrived. He still had the blood on the knees of his uniform pants from kneeling alongside the overturned car, holding the hand of the kid that had taken the turn too fast - a 16 year old boy with some serious injuries who was more scared of what his Dad would say about him wrecking the car than the fact that his survival was questionable.
Bosco looked up the hallway to the Lieutenant who was waving a piece of paper in his direction as he talked on the phone. Bosco slowly let the breath out and walked toward the desk, feeling the tiredness seep further and further into his bones. "Lieu?" he said as he reached him only to find he was taking another call. The Lieutenant indicated for Bosco to wait a minute and he couldn't help but smirk at the familiar one-fingered sign for 'wait a minute' that the Lieutenant was famous for.
Swersky hung up the phone and noticed the smirk on Bosco's face. "What's so amusing? Cause I could sure use a laugh," he said.
"Nothin', Lieu. You wanted me?" Bosco replied, wiping the smirk from his face.
"You okay?" Swersky asked him, noticing the weary look on his face.
"Yeah, Lieu. Fine. Just a busy shift. What's up?" Bosco said, brushing off the Lieutenant's concern, but unable to hide the fatigue in his voice.
The Lieutenant nodded, remembering the radio transmissions from Bosco as he inquired, more than once, about the status of EMS's arrival on the scene of a traffic accident earlier in the shift. He could tell by the sound of the officer's voice over the radio that the injuries were bad. "I got a call from the hospital. That kid didn't make it," he said, taking in Bosco's reaction.
Bosco nodded. "I didn't think he looked too good. Did they get hold of his parents? He really wanted to apologize to his Dad for wrecking the car," he said sadly.
"Yeah, I think the accident investigator said they did," Swersky replied.
Bosco nodded, remembering the kid's face as they cut him out of the car and loaded him onto the stretcher. He'd wanted Bosco to go to the hospital with him, but he couldn't leave the accident scene until everything was under control. He had gently pulled his hand from the boy's grasp, telling him, "Kyle, this is Kim. She's gonna stay with you all the way to the hospital. She'll take good care of you, okay?" The boy looked over to Kim who gave him a warm smile and took his hand from Bosco's.
"Thanks," the boy said weakly to Bosco.
"You just hang on and be tough," Bosco told him as he closed the door to the ambulance, banging on the back to tell the driver that it was secure. He stood and watched the boy as the ambulance pulled away with a feeling that it would be the last time he'd see him...
"Bosco!" he heard as he was pulled from the memory. He jumped slightly and his attention was back on the Lieutenant.
"You didn't get some girl into trouble, did you?" the Lieutenant asked.
"What? No!" he replied, a frown coming to his face.
"Well, this girl keeps calling for you, but she won't leave a message. Just says she'll try to call back and catch you," his boss relayed.
Bosco thought back, but couldn't recall any unfinished business with anyone - male or female. "I don't know what to tell you, Lieu. Just keep trying to get a name or call-back number when she calls," Bosco said, turning to head back to the locker room.
"Oh, so now I'm your personal secretary?" the Lieutenant called after him.
"Thanks, Lieu. I'll remember you on Secretary's Day!" Bosco called back to him, enjoying teasing him.
He walked into the locker room and sat on the bench in front of his locker. He never remembered feeling so tired after a shift. Lord knows that he and Faith had had some tough ones, he thought and then glanced over at the empty space in front of Faith's locker. She should be there, changing into her street clothes and walking out the front door with him. Instead, she was home, in bed, unable to walk because of the predicament he'd put her in. He finished changing and, slamming his locker closed, looked one more time to where Faith would have been finishing up and then walked out of the locker room.
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"55th Precinct, Sergeant Morris," the officer said as he answered the phone.
"Yes. I'm trying to reach Officer Boscorelli. Is he still there?" asked the female voice on the other end.
"Um, no ma'am," answered the Sergeant. "He left about 15 minutes ago. Can someone else help you, or can I take a message?"
"No," replied the caller with disappointment. "I'll try again. Thank you," she said and hung up the phone.
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TBC...