Author's Notes: This is my take on how the show will continue after the fifth season ended with a cliffhanger like it did.

Special Thanks: Angy (Boscoslut) for helping my muse wake up, I owe you girlie.

Rating: PG-13, but it –does- have some harsh language in it, so if you don't like it this is your warning.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is for entertainment purposes only and no money is being made off of this!

Summary: Will the actions of one man not only hurt his future, but other's around him as well?

Behind Blue Eyes: Chapter One

Fast. That's how it happened. Mann's men just entered the hospital and opened fire, with no warning but a sheer yell from Faith's mouth, warning everyone to get down, that something just wasn't right.

Faith was already down on the ground by the time Bosco dove down, as he felt the heat from each bullet pass by his body. He closed his eyes for a split second, but opened them, only to see glass shattering, and red blood covering the hospital floor. His first instinct was to look for Faith. He knew she was beside him, but he still couldn't find her, as his body grew panicked from the machine guns firing all around them.

More glass shattered, this time the force was so strong that Bosco felt the shards penetrate through his skin, sending more blood from his face and head. He then saw Faith, crouched halfway under some waiting room chairs. He lifted his body off of the floor with his arms as he made his way over to her, but quickly fell back down when more heavy gunfire erupted.

He felt the stinging sensation in his left shoulder, as he body fell back to the floor. He knew he had been hit by a bullet, but for some reason his body was in denial. He didn't care; he just wanted this situation to be over.

It was like a war zone on a movie. People screaming and crying, the color of red painted over doorframes and windows, and lifeless bodies covering the ground. Finally the gunfire had stopped, after what seemed like an hour, though it generally only lasted a short time. Bosco sat up, looking around with amazement.

Faith looked up, seeing the blood gushing from his shoulder. "Oh God, Bosco." Her voice was shaky and frantic as she scooted across the floor.

He shook his head no. "I'm fine. Did you get hit?"

She swallowed hard, seeing Cruz face down on the floor. Sully and Davis were both okay. They had some minor injuries. "No." She crawled to Cruz. "Call a doctor in here, she's not in good shape."

Bosco stood up, but felt really light headed. He hobbled along, but Davis grabbed his arm. "Sit down, I'll go get some help."

Bosco didn't listen and walked out of the waiting room that turned into a crime scene within the ten minutes they were there. Everything seemed like a blur to him. He could see people walking around him, but he couldn't hear them. He could see the chaos but everything seemed like slow motion as he walked by person after person, not really remembering what he was looking for.

Mary Procter noticed him wondering, and quickly pulled him to the side. "Bosco." She got no response from him as he stared around the emergency room. She then snapped her fingers in his face. "Bosco, are you okay?"

He looked at her from the corner of his eyes. "We need a doctor in the waiting room over there. We have some officers down." His voice was monotone as he led her back to where he was to start out, and pointed down at Cruz.

Mary tended to Cruz until a doctor arrived and then took Bosco to an examination room, where Faith followed. Bosco hated this. He hated it more than anything. His arm didn't even hurt. He just wanted to catch Mann and get this over with.

"Bosco, you are lucky. It just nicked some tissue. Just keep it elevated in a sling for a few days." She then looked over his face. "Now those glass shards are going to be fun to get out."

Bosco didn't even really notice the pain as she took out the glass pieces from his face. His mind was totally set on Mann and his men, and just how he was going to take them down. His brother was dead, his wake was destroyed, and now his mother was in the hospital from the supposed car bomber.

"I also need to draw some blood and make sure you didn't get any diseases from the glass. I know how you are with needles, so just relax." She finished up with that, and Bosco didn't even flinch. His mind was definitely on other things. "Bosco?" Mary took off her latex gloves.

He turned and looked at her. "Yeah?"

"Swersky is waiting for you outside. We are done here, just do what I said with your shoulder."

Bosco spotted Swersky, Faith, Ty, and Sully all standing at the counter of the ER. He swallowed, ran his right hand over his hair, and approached them. They fell silent, their eyes full of sorrow and sympathy.

He licked his lips as he looked around. "Please tell me we caught at least one of those men." His voice was low. He knew they hadn't. Not with the way his luck had been going the past month.

"We have the car bomber in custody, and that's it. He's still claiming that Mann has his wife. We are going to keep him for questioning. Maybe he can give us something." Swersky ran his hands over the counter, still surprised at the whole situation.

Bosco gritted his teeth. "Why are we standing around then?" He began to walk away but Swersky stopped him. "What are you doing Lieu?"

"You are in no shape to be out on the streets right now. The situation as we speak isn't stable. We need to wait. Find out how Cruz is doing, and get our heads together. The last thing we need is going out there when we are pissed and screwing things up worse. You understand me Boscorelli?"

Bosco looked away. "The longer we wait the farther they get from us. The more time they have to plan more attacks out."

Swersky's face grew angry. "You heard me Bosco. If you disobey my order you might as well turn in your gun and badge right now, because we don't need someone on an anger trip going out there and fucking this up. You aren't in the physical condition to do it anyway."

Bosco leaned against the counter as he looked at Faith. He didn't have anything to say, he was just so frustrated. "Any word on Cruz yet?" That's all he could think to say.

Sully ran his hands over the band-aid that covered the wound on his forehead. "They said she got hit once in the chest and once in the leg. That's all we were told."

Faith continued on to what Sully had to say. "They still haven't found Yoshi yet either."

Bosco nodded. "I'm going to go check on my mother, I'll be right back."

Mann sat in his limo as they arrived at the plane that would take him out of this country. He knew something didn't go right with their plan when he saw a trustee of his waiting for him outside of the car.

He waited as the driver opened his door, and he slowly got out, adjusting his suit as he approached the smaller man. "What is it?" His voice was raspy as his face showed anger.

"Sir, Boscorelli is still alive. They did hit him, but it wasn't enough to kill him."

Mann arched his eyebrow. "And the other cops?"

"One is in surgery, we got her pretty good. The other three are also, still alive."

Mann looked back at his chauffer and then back to his trustee as a small, crooked smile formed on his lips. "I guess we'll have to get him with something even better than death, now won't we?"

Bosco knocked on the doorframe of his mother's room as he slowly walked to her bedside. She was asleep, but she didn't look peaceful at all. He knew what kind of personal hell she was going through. He leaned against the bed and gently kissed her on the forehead; thankful they got her breathing again. He didn't know what he'd do if he lost her too. It'd definitely send him over the edge worse than he already was.

She slowly opened her eyes, recognizing him right off. "Maurice?" She looked at his face, and at his left arm that was placed in a blue sling to keep it elevated. She touched it with her arm that wasn't pinned under the car. "What happened? Why am I in the hospital?"

He sat down on the bed, his face growing pale from the pain they already had encountered. "Ma, someone drove a car through Mikey's wake."

A tear ran down her cheek. "What?"

He looked up at the ceiling, trying to keep the tears from flowing down his face. He could feel them forming under his eyelids as he closed his eyes. "Someone wants me dead mom, and I put all of you in danger." The tears then fell down, each warm drop trickling down to his lips.

She watched him as he tried to fight the tears. "Why does someone want to kill you?"

He looked down at her, his eyes puffy and red. "He's this guy. His son got killed when we were chasing him and he blames us for it. I think he.." He trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence he had started.

Rose tried to sit up. "Think he what, Maurice?"

He shifted his weight, causing the bed to creak a little. "You probably don't want to hear it, but I think he's the one behind Mikey's death." He stood up and paced back and forth throughout the room, running his right hand over his now tattered and torn up suit that he wore to Mikey's wake. He closed his eyes once more, seeing and hearing people screaming from the heated shootout that had happened no less than thirty minutes ago in the very building they were in.

"That's not all they did mom. Some of this guy's men came here tonight and opened fire on me and some of the people I work with."

"Who were they?"

Bosco then walked back to his mother's bed and grabbed her hand, squeezing it. "It was Faith, Ty, Sully, and Cruz."

"Are the okay?" Her voice grew shaky; she could tell her son was in bad shape just by how he was carrying himself. "Are you okay?"

He quickly looked at her from the window. "I'm fine. Cruz got hit a couple of times. I think she's in surgery right now. Faith is shook up…" He stopped when he saw his father walk in the room with a bouquet of flowers and a card. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Anthony placed the flowers on the small bedside table and looked at his son. "I'm here to see your mother. I should be asking the same thing to you."

Bosco's anger flared. He walked towards his father, gritting his teeth. "What is that supposed to mean? I've been here for her a hell of a lot more than you have. I guess you consider beating her until she's blue is a way to care for her."

Anthony stepped away from Bosco. "I could tell you something right now Maurice, but I don't want to hurt your mother."

"This isn't the only room in the hospital," Bosco fired back, wanting to know exactly what his father had to say to him.

Anthony followed Bosco out into the hallway. "You killed your brother."

The words his father spoke hit Bosco like a ton of bricks. "I killed my brother?" Bosco pointed at his own chest. "How in the hell did I kill my own brother? If anyone did it was you and that fucking reward money you just had to have."

Anthony shook his head. "No. You killed him because you don't know when to stop Maurice. You kept on and on until your little brother paid for it."

"I had nothing to do with it! You did dad! YOU DID!" Bosco's anger took over as he got in his father's face, raising his voice louder with every word he spoke. He was seconds away from hitting him before Swersky and Sully pulled him off.

"Settle down Bosco!" Swersky lightly put him against the wall. "You don't need this right now."

Anthony gave a cocky smile. "Yeah, Maurice. Like I said, you don't know when to quit."

Bosco tried pushing through Swersky but didn't budge. "You shut your mouth, you mother fucker. Stay away from mom, she doesn't need you."

"Just like Mikey didn't need you." He then turned and walked back into Rose's room, hoping to agitate Bosco just a little bit more.

All Bosco could do was watch his father go back. He'd give anything to keep his mother away from anyone he didn't trust at the moment, but his luck was never that good. For some reason he was worried his father would do something to put her in harm's way, like back when they were kids.

The vile of blood that Proctor had recently taken from Bosco sat out on an exam counter in the lab. The lab technician turned away for a phone call, and that's when an unknown person grabbed the vile, placed it in a small, black plastic bag, and slipped out the back of the ER, going unseen and unheard, with Bosco's blood in his possession.

TBC…