Disclaimer: I own nothing but the shirt on my back and the voices in my
head.
NOTE: Just another Seajae and Bosco story. Hope you like it.
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PAST THE POINT
It was almost midnight when Bosco finnally made it home. The first thing he noticed it was quiet. Too quiet. Since Hope had become part of their family she seemed to rule the roost. And bed time, well there wasn't one really. She hardly ever slept which ment neither did he or Seajae. It had been a long hard month. Seajae was reading when he walked into the bedroom and threw his duffle bag on the floor.
"Hard day at the office Boscorelli?" He stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed.
"You don't know the half of it." Bosco layed his head on his wife's stomanch and she stroked his hair. "Hope on some new medication I don't know about?"
"No. Why?"
"She's sleeping. That's not like her." Seajae laughed.
"I think she just got used to the crib and stuff. I think she'll sleep much better."
"God I hope so. I love her to death but I like sleep too." He kissed her heart shapped tatoo jus above her waist line. "And I'd like some quility time with mom too."
"Mom's here now." He lifted his head and kissed her. "I miss you Maurice."
"We need to get into the swing of things. Some kind of rutine." He ran his hands up her t-shirt. "You and me need a vacation."
"MM That sounds so nice. You, me , someplace warm." Bosco kissed her neck. "Just us."
"That sounds so selfish but hell I think we deserve it."
"Maybe after Christmas?"
"How many years have we been saying that?"
"Five." Bosco let his hands roam his wife's body. She moaned loudly." "Sheeee you'll wake the baby and I won't be able to finish..." A cry broke out from the moniter on the bed side table. "I'll go." He kissed her one last time and headed to the nursery. An hour later Hope was dry and fed and back to sleep and when Bosco got back to bed Seajae was asleep too. He got into bed and put his arms around his wife and it wasn't long before he was asleep too.
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"You miss riding with me. Admit it." Bosco drove down the street. Faith by his side for the first time in over a year.
"I honestly don't miss your driving Bosco." Faith smiled. "How's Hope?"
"Still wakes up every two hours. We get about three hours asleep a night."
"But she's healthy right?"
"As a horse." He laughed. "Who would of thought me with three kids."
"You did good Bos. You have a great wife and great kids."
"We did good Faith. Both of us. And other then no time with our better halves I think we really got it together."
"If you say so." The radio broke in.
"55 David respond to 789 Davenport. Reports of sceaming coming from apartment 16 B as in boy." Faith answered the call and turned on the lights and sirens. "Time to show the rookies how it's really done."
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The woman was still warm. She lay naked face down on the lime green shag carpeting. Bosco looked at Faith. It was getting to be a habit that their first call of a shift was something so brutal.
"You want to call Seajae?"
"No. But I guess I have to." He key the radio. "55 David requesting CSI and SVU at our location. We have a DOA." A thunk made them both look toward the bedroom. "Guess we should search the rest of the place."
"You think?" Faith put her hand on her gun, Bosco unholsterd his. "We are so not with it today."
"Sleep deprevation." The both slowly entered the bedroom. Scaning the area they heard the noise again from the closet. Faith turned the handle and opened the door. Bosco aimed his gun . A girl no more then twelve sat trembling in front of them.
"Hey sweety." Bosco put his gun away as Faith kneeled next to the girl. "My names officer McKenzie. This is officer Boscorelli." Tears were streaming down the little girls face. "Are you hurt?" The girl shook her head. "What's your name?"
"Susie." Bosco looked at Faith. It couldn't be. Not after all this time.
"Susie, what's your last name?"
"Armstrong." Faith looked at the little girl. The age was right. Bosco heard Seajae come into the apartment.
"I'll go." Bosco headed back down the hall way. "Hey sunshine."
"Hey hot pants. Whatcha got."
"Door was open a crack and we walked in on this. We found a kid in the bedroom closet,. She's fine. A little scared.
"You think she saw who did this?"
"Could be. I want to be here when you roll her."
"You think you know her?"
"Yeah. A case six years ago. A doctor from Chicago got a message from her niece and they traced it to our sector. Found the mother doped up in a shooting gallery and a pedophile had her daughter. The aunt went for coffee at the hospital and they were both gone AMA."
"So you think this little girl is the one from six years ago?"
"God I hope so. I know her aunt has been worried sick. She calls once a month to see if they found anything on either of them."
"I guess when she calls this time we might have something."
"Yeah a little good news along with the bad." Seajae found a purse hanging on a chair. She donned her rubber gloves and picked out the wallet. He held it up for Bosco to see the drivers license.
"This your girl?" The picture of Cleo Lewis Armstrong stared back at him.
"Yeah, that's her." Seajae looked at her husband.
"This one personal?"
"As if it would matter now."
"You want to handle it?"
"Yeah. But I want to do it my way."
"A phone call won't work?"
"Not this time." Seajae shook her head. She knew this was something her husband needed to do.
"I'll pull some strings. You want to take the girl with you."
"A hell of a Christmas present."
"It might take some time."
"I just want to get Susie back to Chicago where she belongs." Bosco could remember the look on Susan Lewis's face when she got back to the hospital room and her sister and niece were gone. It was a look that haunted him for years. But now he could bring little Susie home. Home to Chicago, home to Susan.
NOTE: Just another Seajae and Bosco story. Hope you like it.
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PAST THE POINT
It was almost midnight when Bosco finnally made it home. The first thing he noticed it was quiet. Too quiet. Since Hope had become part of their family she seemed to rule the roost. And bed time, well there wasn't one really. She hardly ever slept which ment neither did he or Seajae. It had been a long hard month. Seajae was reading when he walked into the bedroom and threw his duffle bag on the floor.
"Hard day at the office Boscorelli?" He stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed.
"You don't know the half of it." Bosco layed his head on his wife's stomanch and she stroked his hair. "Hope on some new medication I don't know about?"
"No. Why?"
"She's sleeping. That's not like her." Seajae laughed.
"I think she just got used to the crib and stuff. I think she'll sleep much better."
"God I hope so. I love her to death but I like sleep too." He kissed her heart shapped tatoo jus above her waist line. "And I'd like some quility time with mom too."
"Mom's here now." He lifted his head and kissed her. "I miss you Maurice."
"We need to get into the swing of things. Some kind of rutine." He ran his hands up her t-shirt. "You and me need a vacation."
"MM That sounds so nice. You, me , someplace warm." Bosco kissed her neck. "Just us."
"That sounds so selfish but hell I think we deserve it."
"Maybe after Christmas?"
"How many years have we been saying that?"
"Five." Bosco let his hands roam his wife's body. She moaned loudly." "Sheeee you'll wake the baby and I won't be able to finish..." A cry broke out from the moniter on the bed side table. "I'll go." He kissed her one last time and headed to the nursery. An hour later Hope was dry and fed and back to sleep and when Bosco got back to bed Seajae was asleep too. He got into bed and put his arms around his wife and it wasn't long before he was asleep too.
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"You miss riding with me. Admit it." Bosco drove down the street. Faith by his side for the first time in over a year.
"I honestly don't miss your driving Bosco." Faith smiled. "How's Hope?"
"Still wakes up every two hours. We get about three hours asleep a night."
"But she's healthy right?"
"As a horse." He laughed. "Who would of thought me with three kids."
"You did good Bos. You have a great wife and great kids."
"We did good Faith. Both of us. And other then no time with our better halves I think we really got it together."
"If you say so." The radio broke in.
"55 David respond to 789 Davenport. Reports of sceaming coming from apartment 16 B as in boy." Faith answered the call and turned on the lights and sirens. "Time to show the rookies how it's really done."
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The woman was still warm. She lay naked face down on the lime green shag carpeting. Bosco looked at Faith. It was getting to be a habit that their first call of a shift was something so brutal.
"You want to call Seajae?"
"No. But I guess I have to." He key the radio. "55 David requesting CSI and SVU at our location. We have a DOA." A thunk made them both look toward the bedroom. "Guess we should search the rest of the place."
"You think?" Faith put her hand on her gun, Bosco unholsterd his. "We are so not with it today."
"Sleep deprevation." The both slowly entered the bedroom. Scaning the area they heard the noise again from the closet. Faith turned the handle and opened the door. Bosco aimed his gun . A girl no more then twelve sat trembling in front of them.
"Hey sweety." Bosco put his gun away as Faith kneeled next to the girl. "My names officer McKenzie. This is officer Boscorelli." Tears were streaming down the little girls face. "Are you hurt?" The girl shook her head. "What's your name?"
"Susie." Bosco looked at Faith. It couldn't be. Not after all this time.
"Susie, what's your last name?"
"Armstrong." Faith looked at the little girl. The age was right. Bosco heard Seajae come into the apartment.
"I'll go." Bosco headed back down the hall way. "Hey sunshine."
"Hey hot pants. Whatcha got."
"Door was open a crack and we walked in on this. We found a kid in the bedroom closet,. She's fine. A little scared.
"You think she saw who did this?"
"Could be. I want to be here when you roll her."
"You think you know her?"
"Yeah. A case six years ago. A doctor from Chicago got a message from her niece and they traced it to our sector. Found the mother doped up in a shooting gallery and a pedophile had her daughter. The aunt went for coffee at the hospital and they were both gone AMA."
"So you think this little girl is the one from six years ago?"
"God I hope so. I know her aunt has been worried sick. She calls once a month to see if they found anything on either of them."
"I guess when she calls this time we might have something."
"Yeah a little good news along with the bad." Seajae found a purse hanging on a chair. She donned her rubber gloves and picked out the wallet. He held it up for Bosco to see the drivers license.
"This your girl?" The picture of Cleo Lewis Armstrong stared back at him.
"Yeah, that's her." Seajae looked at her husband.
"This one personal?"
"As if it would matter now."
"You want to handle it?"
"Yeah. But I want to do it my way."
"A phone call won't work?"
"Not this time." Seajae shook her head. She knew this was something her husband needed to do.
"I'll pull some strings. You want to take the girl with you."
"A hell of a Christmas present."
"It might take some time."
"I just want to get Susie back to Chicago where she belongs." Bosco could remember the look on Susan Lewis's face when she got back to the hospital room and her sister and niece were gone. It was a look that haunted him for years. But now he could bring little Susie home. Home to Chicago, home to Susan.